Exchange Husband

💕 Aiza Ahmed💕 "Amma I'm going to the school now." I was rushing to get my purse and mobile. "Have you had your breakfast?" My mother asked me with a hoarse voice, getting up from her sleep. It was 7 a.m. in the morning. "Yes, I am leaving. And amma lock the door, remember?" I shouted and left home. I'm not a schoolgirl. I teach students. Those little guys and girls make me so much happier. They are very cute and brutally honest. I love teaching them so much. Every day I would wake up at 6:45 a.m. to get ready in 15 minutes. As much as I like to teach them, I hate to wake up this early. Where I live is kind of different from other places. I live in Sylhet, Bangladesh. I know many people don't know where this country is. Get to know our country, you might love it. In our area many people like to sleep a little late. This is why my mother was so reluctant to let me out this early to teach students. But I convinced her, barely... I talk to myself so much that I have reached the school without even noticing. "Good morning, miss." One of the 3rd standard boys greeted me. "Good morning, Arham. Where are you going? The bell is going to ring in 10 min. Go back to your class." "Miss, I was going to buy a chocolate from that shop. I will be back in 2 min." Arham showed me his puppy eyes. They know my weak spot. "Nope, not working. Get back to your class. Why do you want to eat chocolate early in the morning? Your tummy's going to hurt if you eat chocolate early in the morning. I will bring a chocolate for all of you at breaktime." Arham's eyes lit up hearing about chocolate. These kids!!"Okay, miss. I like you sooo muchhh." "Ok, you don't need to butter me up so much. Oh, look, the assembly line has started to form. Get to the line, go." Arham ran toward the assembly. Every morning there would be an assembly to do a little exercise and sing the national anthem. After all of that, the class would begin. I walk toward my class. "Good morning, students." "Good morning, miss." AT THE BREAKTIME "Hello, Mrs. Shema. How are you?" I asked my colleague. Mrs. Shema is married she's such a nice lady I really like her. "Aree Aiza. I'm fine. I thought you wouldn't come after that incident." I really don't want to speak about that incident. It ruins my happy mood. "It's fine. Now don't worry." I said with a forced smile. "We were so worried about you, Miss Aiza. "A voice came from behind. I can tell who it was. This p*****t!! It was my other colleague, Nihar. Man, I hate him so much."Haha, I'm fine, you don't have to think." I told him with a forced, disgusted smile. He is a perverted ba***rd. He remarks on us girls as toys sometimes. And those disgusting eyes. I wish I could take them out. He gave me a marriage proposal, which I obviously declined. From that point on, he's trailing behind me. Gosh, I hate him to my core. Nihar came closer to me. I instantly move back. As he eyed me down, I felt disgusted. "I told you, baby, to marry me so that you wouldn't have to face this. See, this drama happened. If you would have married me, I would have kept you to myself and wouldn't have let this thing happen." I glared at him. "You don't have to get so worked up in my business. Stay the hell out of it. And don't call me baby again, or I'll break your face." I replied sternly. "Oh, little cutie, you don't have to get so angry. By the way, you look so hot looking angry." He winked at me. "Nihar, leave immediately if you want to comment inappropriately. Or should I call the principal?" Mrs. Shema told him with disdain. Safe to say no one likes this piece of s**t. "Calm down, ladies. No need to get so hyper. And Mrs. Shema I'm not scared of my father. If you want to call him, go ahead. I'll see what he can do. Hahaha Well, I will see you guys tomorrow. As I have to go to a private party." He said while winking at me. And was getting up from there to leave. "No one asked you, you ba***rd." Aisha said while sipping tea leisurely. Nihar's face got ugly as he didn't notice her before. Nihar didn't like Aisha. The same goes for every other girl, no one likes him. About Aisha, Aisha and I are like besties we both have kinda same personality and over many things we bonded over now we are inseparable. Nihar left with a huff. "If he wasn't the principal's son, I don't know what I would have done with him." Mrs. Shema said with an annoyed tone. Like any other country, in this country as well, money talks. We have complained about him to the authorities and the police. Did it work? Nope. Instead, he grew more bold. At least he's not a teacher but an accountant, it's a made-up position for him. Listen, he doesn't do anything he isn't qualified to do because of his father, this job has been granted, this made-up job. Hope you liked the first chapter💕