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After all, facing the hottie was a far better
option any day. Whatever annoyance I had over him, Aariz was still a sexy sight; my eyes could not get enough off...Ever.
10-Gravity of feelings...of mistakes.
Aariz
Whole day I had been biting heads off people due to my anger, my unquenchable thirst to see Sani, to find out if still there was a chance for us, if she would talk to me again.
Finally, she appeared in the last lecture and I had never felt more relieved in life. She looked ravishing in her magnetic attire that went beautifully with her curvy figure, making my mood soar up so high that I gave the best lecture since I had taken up this job, making sure each one of them understood and enjoyed the topic. I guess even the students felt the change, the high, as they looked like in trance at every word I uttered.
After the lecture finished, I went to the cafeteria for a much-needed coffee. There I saw Sani and most of her batch mates chilling.
I made my way towards the boys and chatted with them as an apology for being a jerk all day. I cracked jokes with people, to show Sani I did understand her apprehensions, her worries and never wanted to put her in a spot in front of everyone.
It seemed to be working, as she passed me a grateful smile when I laughed along with a few guys from her class.
Sani and her friends were talking and laughing. I decided to show her my surprise, and get into her good books.
I turned towards her table, and started with a casual tone, ignoring her completely,
“So, Rose was sup?”
Sani's jaw dropped. Of course, she was shocked to hear me call Rose by her first name. She looked mesmerised and her expression changed into sudden realization. Meaning, she understood, I had put some efforts into learning her friends’ names.
“Prof Aariz, we were just discussing a few topics.” Rose blushed.
While Sani became stunned, not taking her eyes off me.
Encouraged, I went on,
“And you Mirelle, I hope your doubts about the concept of International diplomacy were sorted in today’s lecture?”
“Yes, Prof Aariz. Thanks to you, I have got it now.” She said a little breathlessly.
“Good, if you have any other doubts about International Politics, you can always discuss it with your friend Sani. I can assure you she is damn good in the subject, from what I have observed in this little while.” I smiled, lost in those surprised blue sparks of the girl for whom, my heart was always filled with affection.
Mirelle did not answer and Sani quickly broke eye contact with me. Blushing hard.
Sani stood up and I got a little scared that I had upset her again. As both her friends clearly did not like my advice of them asking her help and my praises of her, from the irritated faces they made.
Before she had taken a few steps further, a blond haired, tattooed, well-built guy, appeared at her side with two coffees in hand.
“Assumed, you might need it. I was getting one for myself anyway.” He grinned innocently, tilting his face towards her, as he handed her one of the cups.
Seeing her shocked expression, he just raised his eyebrows, smiling wide, “C’mon, a friend can get coffee for another.”
I wanted to punch those teeth inside his rectum.
“Even I needed a coffee. I’m surprised; your assuming powers did not reach there.” I said curtly.
He was in my class, my student and in the college soccer team. I had seen him practice a few times. I just could not remember his name. Suddenly it was the most important thing for me to know.
“Prof Deewan!” He offered me his cup; I did not take it, just glanced at the liquid, and shook my head.
“Thanks, but no. It’s too mild for my liking.”
“And too sweet...” Sani murmured from beside me.
