Page 29 of Storm
I smirked at their nervous expressions, “The reason for this rise and rule change? Me.”
This caused widening of eyes and hushed whispers.
“It was my suggestion that those who cannot even scrape the appropriate grade shall get a swift kick out of the door, before the start of the year. Because if they have not been able to make the cut now, I have little faith, they can do anything in the cutthroat world of Mass Media. Besides, this was my condition for taking up the job.”
I nodded, relishing at the awe and hatred in their eyes, “If you want me to teach you, then you need to up your game. I don’t waste my knowledge and time on those who don’t have it in them to make it to the finish line of real media world.”
Seeing their whispers increase, I scoffed in warning, “Yes, I hope you all know studying this course is going to be much more than class-work. Be a shark in your projects and assignments or leave. Now!”
No one did.
A few minutes later, I saw Sani engaged in some conversation with both her friends. She was the only person who had not looked scared of my warnings.
Interesting, but expected from her.
I busied myself watching her.
Finally unable to resist, an evil smile crept my face as I decided to tease her. What can I say; I wanted to see her cheeks red again with shock and embarrassment. That look suited her a lot.
8-Teasing and Indirect hits
Sani
I was trying hard to ignore the fact that Aariz, the first guy I had dreamt about was my freaking Professor.
It was a relief from my warring thoughts, when he gave us free time, and I chatted up with my friends.
Well, what else was I supposed to do? He did not really expect me to ask him questions, did he? As, I am sure what comes out of my mouth for him would be anything but about politics.
Whatever he expected, he blew off my every pretence as he said my name in a too damn sweet voice out of nowhere, making me doubtful of his intentions. He actually just said, “Saa.”
When I glanced up, he continued cutely,
“...ni! You gonna play for Olympics this time?”
It made me stunned to hear him talking to me directly.
Does he not understand it would make everyone wonder how he already knows my name?!
“I'm sorry, I didn’t get you.” I smiled politely at his pathetic attempt of joke on my name, which I had clearly predicted.
Proving me right, he smirked,
“You know, you remind me of my favourite sports star, Sania Mirza. Just your name is a little shorter.”
I kept the smile on, while my eyes boiled in anger, trying to make him realize I was after his blood now.
He could not have cared less as he went on,
“Is it because of having a celebrity namesake, or are you just this way since always, I mean...so quite, reserved, shy, not talking to anyone types?”
I understood it was either his taunt for my continuous chatter with my friends in his lecture, or just an undercurrent hinting to something else he wasn’t saying, just thinking,
‘Like you rejected to even say goodbye to me properly that night in the party Sani?’
I did not reply, just smiled crunching my teeth in annoyance.
Aariz’s smile said he loved my irritation.
