Living with my tutor

Ch- 12 Torture Begins

Atharv's pov

Next morning I woke up and it was already 700 hours. I quickly freshened up and went downstairs. Kiara too came down and sat for breakfast.

"Shlok sir had an important meeting today. So he went to his office at 0430 hours. Here is your breakfast. Finish it now." Bella told us.

"Thank God Dad went early today. Otherwise he would have been super angry on knowing that I woke up this late today." I said.

"Umm.. Bella you are so sweet. I love you." Kiara said and I smirked.

"Have I ever told you that you are just like my mom and you are the best cook ever!" She continued.

Bella smiled.

"Thanks for the appreciation sweetheart. But your buttering is not gonna do any help today. Shlok sir gave me strict orders to serve you healthy food and if you resist then he asked me to text him." Bella said.

Kiara's eye widened in shock.

"How can dad be so stone hearted. You know even last night it was so difficult for me to finish all this. I will literally puke if I take even one more bite of this."

Bella took her phone just to scare my lil sister.

"Ok Ok no need to do this. I'm eating."

"Umm Bella. Mr Khanna is nowhere to be seen! Where is he? Isn't he coming for breakfast?" I tried to change the topic.

"Ah Yes. He went out in the morning and told that he'll be back by the evening."

"Ohk!"

"Kia now please go and change. I brought you a new sports kit yesterday. It's in your almirah. We are leaving after sometime."

"Yeah. Thank you."

Time skip~

Reaching the ground just in time, I saw a big shadow. I can identify him from a distance now. Killer. Yes that's my nickname for him. Trust me, he deserves this coz he is no less than it. I came close facing his back.

"Good morning sir." I tried to sound cheerful.

He turned his face a little and said "Not so good for you."

"I'm sorry?" I said giving him a chance to correct himself.

"Yes. You will be, in some time." Why didn't I see that coming?

Then he turned to Kiara and told her that she will be practicing with another coach 'Nick' for atleast a month and a half and he will help her in building some stamina and teach her some basics. He motioned her to go to ground no. 3 and again turned his attention to me.

Lifting his fingers and pointing towards the ground right in front of us- "This is where you start." Okay.

"On my count, you'll start running. Complete one round and stop at the same point where you started. You'll be running with all the power to finish the lap, because if I'm not satisfied with your performance, you will be running the next round with a 5 kg backpack."

Huh?

"Get ready. Go!"

I took off like I was running for my life. As always, I was letting his words sink in. He wants me to run like a tiger. Even if I beat the tiger, he'll not be 'satisfied'. But let's give it a try. C'mon Atharv. Run faster. You can run. Yess!!

"That's the slowest start I have ever seen. If you see me walking away, consider your next round to be heavy. You are performing even worse. I know you were not practising since last one year due to your stupid leg injury. But now all of this s**t is over. I will bring you in shape. I promise."

Oh here it is. I was guessing why he hasn't said something yet. Alright.

I was breathing so loudly, my mouth was dry and my lungs burnt, I think. Finally! And with that finish, I fell on the ground in front of him. With absolutely zero strength to get up, I looked up to him to find that straight face looking at the stopwatch.

"Good."

What, is he impressed? Wow! Wait. But that can't be him. He never appreciates me.

"You know what Atharv? Your timing was even better than this when you were in class 7."

"I'm sorry sir. But I think maybe my leg hasn't recovered fully. I mean physically it has. But you know I am just scared to use my right leg. That's why!"

"That's not an excuse Atharv."

"You met my expectations with such a poor timing. You are worse than what I had initially thought." With these words, he started moving towards the centre of the ground.

Where is he going. What is kept there? Is he really getting that backpack?

He's never a kidding man. With that, he threw that bag towards me, I could catch it just in time, because I was expecting it.

"Time for second round. Run at your favourite speed. I'll go and have a look at Nick and Kiara by then since I know that you are going to take forever."

Now that was rude. Again. Guess I was getting used to his rude comments. They were driving me to prove him wrong. I got up and started. Before leaving he said to me "-and guide her a little so that she doesn't becomes such a lazy ass like you. I'll not be as lenient with her as I was with you since I am really regretting it now."

After half a round, I started feeling what's on my back. It felt like 50 kgs, and not 5. I tried to watch him, he wasn't there. He really went? Who knows.

I looked at my feet while running so that I'm not scared, looking at the distance left. I looked up when I was about to die, and found him standing at that point again.

I fell again near his feet, gasping for air. After I got my senses back, started to take off the backback.

"Who told you to take it off?"

"I can't run with this thing on my back. It feels like fif.."

"Like fifty kgs?"

"Yes! Exactly!"

"Good. Then you'll be running one more round with this bag."

"Are you crazy? You gotta be kidding me!" I said it as a reflex and immediately regretted it. His face went red. He gave me a hand, and said "give me the bag." I handed it over to him while still sitting on the ground.

"Crunches."

Oh damn him. "But Whyyyy? I was telling the truth. It hurts bad."

"Look Atharv. I have no problem in doubling the number of your crunches. And for as to answer your question of why, then I think I need to remind you the rules."

Flashback-

I was in 6th class at that time and we were playing Truth and Dare game in the class since our science teacher was absent and we had a free period. The period was about to get over when Aisha whirled the pen and it landed pointing towards me. I chose Dare.

"Ok. So Atharv I dare you to go to canteen and buy me a pack of chips and chocolates for everyone. And mind you, you have only 3 minutes of this period left. Next class is of maths and Mr Tuckermann will literally punish you to death if you are late to his class. It's one thing that he never tolerates. Comeon. Go.

With these words, I ran towards the canteen since I had a very less time and it was next to impossible to reach the class back there on time. Plus the students were not allowed to go the canteen except for the lunch break and it was quite far away, means it was in the different side of the school.

I ran with my full energy and purchased the required items. On the way back, I was running really fast but I froze when I saw Mr Khurana standing in my way. It looked like he was admiring me. He asked me to stop and was looking forward to enquire me but then I heard the ringing sound of bell. I will be dead if I don't reach class on time. I mouthed sorry to Mr Khurana and ran away. I thought that he will let it go away and not pay attention to this thing and he even didn't know me personally. But I was far from the reality. However, I managed to reach the class before Mr Tuckermann and if I say that I was relieved, then that would be an understatement. I gave my friends a winning look as I managed to complete the dare in the time.

The class went smoothly and then it was lunch break. I was wandering here and there in the ground because I didn't want to eat. Then suddenly Mr Khurana came and dragged me to an empty room in the sports complex.

I tried to explain him that I was sorry but he didn't listen to me.

He stood in the room, with his hands crossed on his chest, whistle in a loop around his neck, huge figure looking straight into my eyes giving me a killer look (yes, from this look, I gave him the nickname killer.)

"You know how to do pushups?"

"Well yeah, have done a few times befo-"

"Show me."

One-two-three-"pause" I stopped and started to get up. A louder version of his voice "I said pause. It means stay wherever and however you are, in English."

I got back down. Hanging in mid-air with all my weight on my palms and toes, I waited for his instructions to get up again. But he had other plans.

He pulled a trek stool and sat right next to my right palm.

Then, he started. "The only thing I want to hear from you is- yes sir or no sir. Anything else, and the conversation gets bigger, which I think your pretty wrists can't handle. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Did you break the rules and went to the canteen?"

I could not frame my answer in the form of yes or no. I had an explanation. But the truth was that that I broke the school rules and went to the canteen.

"Yes sir."

"Ok. But my intention to bring you here was not to punish you for your stupid stunt. I have other plans. So to be very short and precise, have you ever taken part in any sports event?"

"No sir."

"Well then. You will from now on. You will have to stay here after school hours are over and practice with me. I saw you running today and I think you have good potential in this field. Here is the consent form that you need to get signed by your parents"

"Sir but-"

"Ok. I will personally talk to your father."

"A few simple rules that you need to follow. Any additions will be told to you as and when needed.

First of all, never, I repeat NEVER be late. I will give you a chance to explain yourself in case you commit a serious mistake. But I will never tolerate that you arrive later than the time told to you. You will be paying heavily for every extra second you waste. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Rule number 2. A smartass answer or statement or behaviour wins you a smartass punishment of 20 crunches on the spot. So you'll need to learn how to use your brain before using your tongue to speak."

"Rule number 3. I don't want any truancies in any of your classes. If I ever hear that you were late or didn't show up to any of your classes then I will personally make sure that you do not do this ever again."

What the- I can't actually follow him. Is he really speaking what all I'm hearing?

"Rule number 4. You must perform well in academics. I won't tolerate any less than 90%. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Enough rules for today. Rest I'll tell later. Now go and report at time tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

Flashback ends.

To be continued...

A/N

Hey guys. I really hope that this chapter can make up for the previous short chapter. My hands are literally tired of typing now since I wrote this super big chapter just after completing my presentation for project as tomorrow is the last day for submission. My teacher is just like Mr Khurana and he would literally kill me if I don't submit on time.

Anyways, thanks a lot for reading. And do not forget to vote if you liked it.