Chapter 3

Koeli

@Koeli

Mishika couldn't stop laughing at Imlie's stupidity. Imlie fumed as they walked along the college corridor. "I don't wish to have lunch in the canteen." clearly irritated by her own behavior Imlie kept her thoughts to herself. She knew that she is going to be the subject of discussion after the class and in no time her stupidity will spread to the whole college. Mishika, who doesn't seem to stop her fits of laughter, said "Omg! Imz, you actually called yourself a replacement Dean?" she was back laughing.

"Will you please shut up? Don't blame me, Mish. Even you believed that he was in the third year. Now don't laugh at me.

"Supermodel" Mishika laughed out loud.

Imlie hit Mishika with her bag and pulled her along as fast as she could. She needed a place to hide after her dumbass act. Right now she cannot deal with what she has done. Tomorrow she will fight against all the mockings that are going to happen.

"Enough! Mish. Now stop." Imlie slammed the lockers. "Fine, it was my mistake but, who on his right mind would think that such a handsome guy will be interested in teaching such a boring subject like economics?

"Now you are fantasizing about your professor. That's..."

"Oh come on. I am not fantasizing about him. I am speaking the truth. Anyone would agree that he is handsome. Did you see those muscles? Dude, he works out. I mean, have you ever seen a teacher who is into workouts? He looks like the epitome of perfection."

"Trust me Imz, I know you since we used to have sleepovers from class five. You were never this taken by any guy's looks before." Mishika mentioned.

"Oh! Plaazzz. Do you remember Rehan? He was freaking sexy except for his nose which was too long for my liking. And Avinash, Man... those muscles. Remember he was just 16 when he used to look like a man. Though his kisses were dab. What a shame." Imlie stated as a matter of fact.

"See! I told you. For you, no one was perfect until Mr. Economics."

"I never said he is perfect," Imlie said, raising her eyes while unlocking the car.

"No, you aren't driving...are you?" Mishika frowned.

"Yes, I am. I am a better driver than you are. And while coming to the college, you almost banged the car while reversing."

"I still can't reverse. But, if I don't practice, I will not learn." Mishika said sheepishly.

"That's why I will drive. I am hungry anyway. Let's go take a sub and drive home."

"I have to do some groceries with aunty."

"Okay, then you drop me home after taking the sub."

~*~

"What do you mean that I have to shift to the guest room? Why cant the stranger stay in that room? Mom, you cannot expect me to shift from my room." Imlie was upset with the fact that there is going to be a stranger living in their house for some time and her mom wanted her to give her room and whats her to shift. "Even the AC in the guest room doesn't work. Also, we don't have a rain shower in that bathroom." Imlie protested.

"He is not a stranger Imlie. He is my mausi ke chacha ki parodsan ka uncle..." I dont care who he is.... "uncle ke door ke ristedaar ke dada ke biwi ki chahera bhai."

"Does that make him any restedaar at all?" Imlie made a questioning face.

"Arrey humara bablu... Bachpan mein jab gaon gai thi tab paida huya tha."

"And you didn't see him all these years. And one fine day he comes and tells you that he is bablu from your gaon?"

"Arrey pagli, if I didn't smell the mitti ki khusboo from his clothes, I wouldn't have believed."

"Mom! you are gross. Why will you smell people?" with that Imlie walked away.

"Arrey Imlie, mere liye yeh karde tu. I won't request you anything else. I have already ordered the AC for you. They will be here soon."

"Mom, this is not safe. What if he is some aatankbadi?"

"He is not aatankbadi Imz. He brought the letter from Amla, his mother. They have helped your father when we had nothing. Even though we won't be able to repay them, this is my way of repaying them. "Mere liye tu itna nahi kar sakti kya?" Kantabai urf Katty Malhotra made a puppy face while requesting his daughter.

"Fine. I will shift all my stuff to the guest room. But, I will be using my washroom. Ask him to use the guest room one."

"Fine. And thank you." she kissed Imlie's head.

In the meantime, Imlie totally forgot to ask her mother about ASR.

~*~

After drying herself Imlie put on her favorite deodorant. She wore her favorite yellow tweety bathrobe and blow-dried her hair. She wore her bath slippers and unlocked the door. Suddenly the door opened and bumped into her forehead. She moved back holding her forehead due to the impact and slipped to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ouch!" she screamed unable to decide which pain to cater. She heard a muffled swear word followed by an apology.

"I am so sorry. I didn't know you were inside the washroom." the voice stated.

"Chor Chor Chor...Bachao Bachao...Mummy...911...100...police..." Imlie screamed her lungs out closing her eyes.

"What the F!" The owner of the voice put his palm against Imlie's. Her muffled cry was still audible as she struggled to remove his hand.

"What is wrong with you woman? First, you think that I am a third-year college student and now you are thinking that I am a thief?"

Imlie opened her eyes and was shocked to see Mr. Economics inside her bathroom. At first, she thought she was daydreaming because she couldn't stop thinking about him the whole day.

But when he removed his palm she realized that he is real, flesh and blood.

"How dare you enter my room without my permission?" Imlie spat at him trying to get up only to slip again.

"I said sorry. I didn't know you were inside. Your mother showed me the room. He didn't mention anything about you. I thought you are there in the guest room."

He stood up and held out his hand.

"I don't want your help Mr. Economics. I can get up on my own." Imlie took the support of the water closet to get up.

He crossed his hand and stood there staring right at Imlie.

"Get out of my bathroom right now. Don't you have any courtesy, you village boy?"

"Looks like you don't have any courtesy on how to talk to someone."

"Oh really? You are standing in the washroom of an almost half-naked girl and you are giving me a lecture on courtesy?" Imlie crossed her hands now raising her eyebrows.

"Someone whose panty could be seen when she walks. If she is fine exhibiting her undergarments to the whole college, I don't think she will be having any problem standing in front of a guy in her bathrobe. The bathrobe is less exposing than your micromini skirt I guess."

"So, our economics teacher is checking out a student's undergarments? That's rich coming from a teacher."

Imlie - 1

Mr. Economics - 0