~•Part Three•~
"There's a calm surrender to the rush of day". Abir eyed his students with interest infused in excitement for their analysis of each line of the song he'd picked out for them. Shovelling his knuckles into the depths of his pockets, his ankles crossed.
A hand rose "The rush of day is personified by saying that there is a calm surrender to the rush, people surrender, a rush cannot, therefore, providing it with humanistic qualities".
"Brilliant, Marta" with a quick nod of his head, he read the next line: "When the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away".
"Wind cannot roll" Sammy smiled in assurance, her shoulders high, but her neck even higher in pride.
Grateful that she had learnt something, he stuck his thumb up at her, but remained quiet- conversation with her usually ended with her flirtatious remarks and it was far too early in the morning for that. "An enchanted moment, and it sees me through, It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you".
"The moment cannot be enchanted and it cannot see anyone through".
"And one last sentence, 'and can you feel the love tonight?'" His eyes wandered to a bedraggled Mishti who's kajal lined eyes were followed by brown circles that depicted the restlessness of her sleep the previous night- that and she kept yawning. "Am I keeping you up, Miss Agarwal?" His brow hitched playfully at her.
Narrowing her eyes, she dropped a pen from between her fingers, swallowed back the sarcasm on her tongue that begged to travel toward him and shook her head in the negative.
"Great, just to prove that can you explain the current lyric we're on" the second her mouth opened to respond, his hand shot up to stop her, "This particular part has no personification, so you shouldn't have even bothered to reply" looking away from her, he went back to the board.
What was up with him today? Grouchy so and so! Clearing her throat, a look showing just how not amused she was caused her lips to downturn at the corners and lines to draw across her forehead. "Actually" she spoke up without waiting for him to ask her, "I was going to say that, maybe you should wait before interrupting?"
The second Abir turned around on his heel, the class gasped, mutters of her attitude spreading like a wildfire around the room. "Excuse me?"
Crossing her arms, she sighed heavily "I said" she huffed, onyx eyes drowning him in black, "Maybe you should wait before interrupting" her nose scrunched, "Just a suggestion" she shrugged carelessly. "Now I think of it, it is personification, the sentence suggests that love is something you can feel, sure you can feel it if you're in love or loving someone, but many people are loved but think they are not, if you walk past someone who is in love, how would you know? You can't feel it, but depending on the situation sometimes you can, so rather than refusing the possibility you should express that it is up to individual's analysis, a subject like love cannot be analysed like that". Mishti did not care that the whole class was staring or that her Professor's ears practically had smoke coming out of them, she didn't do well when people spoke to her rudely without reason, so she'd yawned, so what? It was human to be tired, his attempt to embarrass her in front of the class wasn't something she'd let him achieve, regardless of who he was.
"Class dismissed" his eyes remained on her, "Mishti stay behind" a growl wound its way around his words thrown towards her.
"Good luck" Sammy giggled as she walked past, hips swaying purposefully.
"Usually you are quiet in class, anything wrong?" Shuffling papers, his gaze strayed away from her.
"Usually you are nice in class, anything wrong?" Her arms were crossed, annoyance covering her body like the scarf she always wore to keep her distanced from the cold.
"I really don't appreciate your tone, Mishti" truth was, he wasn't in the best of moods. Worrying about the implications of a student having his number had caused sleepless nights and that in turn had made him push himself too hard in the gym to release some of the pent up frustration.
"And I really don't appreciate how you called me out like that, yes I am your student but that doesn't mean I'm below you or that you're above me" grabbing her bag, she slung it over her shoulder. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I hope you get it sorted soon".
Deciding to let it go, he pushed his arm out in front of the doorway so she couldn't get past.
"Are you being serious? Let me out" a tinge of fear crawled across her words, though she tried her best to hide it.
"I'm sorry" Abir looked down at her, his smile polite, but his eyes intense. "I shouldn't have taken anything out on you, you're by far one of my best students and I appreciate your hard work and dedication to my class" allowing her to leave, he turned to walk back to his desk.
"I'm sorry too" when he turned, she dropped her head to hide the tears. "I got some bad news last night, didn't sleep because of it".
"I'm sorry, I'm here if you ever need to talk about it" yes he'd made that promise to over a thousand students before, but this felt a little different, why he did not know.
"Thanks, Sir".
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Abir/Mishti
Favourite show and why?
The ping of his phone made him jump, he'd completely forgot their deal and the fact that he was meant to send her some rules- he really did have a head like a sieve!
1~ Do not save my name under anything inappropriate.
2~ Do not send any pictures of yourself.
3~ Do not tell anyone else about this situation.
4~ Do not message inappropriately.
My favourite show is Hannibal, I believe the way they depict the investigations and their relationships nothing short of art. Yours?
He'd only asked to be polite, surely that wasn't wrong?
Really adamant on convincing me you're Mr Rajvansh, aren't you? Calm down, we're not in some secret rendezvous, it's just a chat! I'm not going to send you a selfie, that would defeat the whole object of this game.
Game? His brow raised. Thought this was an assignment.
Same thing. My favourite show is Black Mirror, it always makes me re-think how I see the world, I think it's important to question yourself.
Never would've took you for the type.
That's because you don't know who I am. Mishti's eyes rolled back.
But I know you're in my class, out of all the people you could possibly be, none of them seemed the type to watch something like Black Mirror.
Clearly don't know your fellow students well then.
Not my fellow students, my students, I am the teacher. Honestly, his head was pounding trying to convince her.
Possessive personality, tick.
I do not have a possessive personality.
Argumentative, tick.
I am not argumentative! I'm just making my point. Oh, she really was something else.
Likes getting their way, tick. A small smile covered her lips, irritating him was easy and fun too!
Stop analysing me incorrectly!
I'm just doing exactly what you did to 'your students', your analysis was wrong, mine isn't. As fun as this has been, it's my dinner time, chat tomorrow! Jumping up giddily, she looked back at her phone as it pinged, head shaking at his response.
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