Struggling with the language of French,the protagonist's mother decides to hire a French tutor for her only daughter.
What happens when, 𝐴𝐴𝑌𝐴𝑇, an ordinary girl is mentally and sexually harassed by her male tutor? Is it her imagination? Or is...
THERE ARE SOME FRENCH AND HINDI STATEMENTS WHICH I HAVE TRANSLATED. Kindly don't jump to conclusion and do read the translation properly. Also if you have any queries you can either comment or PM me. I would be glad to hear suggestions from you.
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Aayat's POV
"Tu as échoué! Encore une fois. Avez-vous des explications?" (You have failed. Once again. Do you have any explanations?) A vociferous tone traversed through my ears, sending shivers through my spine. My whole torso jerked off hearing the news.
I was terrified gawking at the devilish face. There could be no big of a monster than my French teacher. At least that's what I reckoned.
"Vous êtes rustiqué. Rien ne peut être attendu de votre minuscule cerveau.Vous êtes sans valeur, inutile et ne réaliserez rien dans la vie." (You are rusticated. Nothing can be expected from your tiny brain. You are worthless, useless and won't achieve anything in life) He further articulated, shrieking to his fullest. I closed my eyes at the rumble of his voice. It was the worst thing to start a day with. Literally! I am not even kidding.
Those words echoed in my ears. 'Valeur'. 'Inutile'. Maiming my self-esteem. Grating my heart. Something I would never prefer to hear. Not at least from his vulgar orifice.
"Please, sir. Forgive me. I will do better. Don't suspend me" I pleaded to him with tears wafting down my eyes making my voice falter a bit.
"Sorry sir, please sir, no sir.. sorry... I won't do again-"
"Aayat! Aayat! Wake up. What happened?" A voice reached my ears and I woke up startled. My face went pale, eyes swollen and mouth dried. Anyone who would see me in that condition would say that I have been starving for days. I gulped a whole bottle of water kept on the side of my table.
"Are you okay? You saw a bad dream?"Haya encountered.
Dream? So this was a dream. Ya Allah. Shukr Allah ka (Thank God) it was a dream. It means I have not failed. I still have a chance. But the results will be out tomorrow. Oh no! What if my dream becomes reality?
"Oh hello? What are you thinking? And what was the dream that you are sweating so heavily? Haya asked with a puzzled look.
"By the way madam break is over. Next period is french. If you are done with your sleeping, let me remind you, our next period is French. Go wash your face. I will be waiting for you." She further remarked sarcastically with a smirk on her face. Patting on my shoulder, she stood up and went towards the direction of the door.
"Yes, I need this badly. I will tell you about my nightmare in french class. See you there!" I said waving my hand with a spontaneous smile.
All the way from the washroom to class I just pondered about my French exam results. The dream did scare me. I was not afraid of anything but French. And the teacher of course. If one has to label someone as Shaitaan that would be my French teacher. Rude, ruthless, heartless. All words are less for his ferocious personality.
I got rid of the thoughts and entered the class. Sir was nowhere to be seen. Good! He didn't reach yet. Who wants to see his ugly face after all?
"Fail? French? Suspend?" Haya started laughing hysterically shielding her stomach with her hand to control her laughter.
"This is not funny," I said enraged punching slightly on her right hand.
"I never ace my French marks like you and you are well aware of that. Stop laughing ya!. You should be consoling me but instead, you are laughing at my condition. Aise hote hai kya friends? (Are friends supposed to be like this?)" I said folding both of my hands to my chest while I looked away from her, rolling my eyes,
Yes yes... Now don't come at me. I am dramatic and at times exceedingly dramatic. However, Haya was the opposite. Instead, she would always fall for it. I had this tremendous effect on her.
"Uffo! Don't worry Aayat. You will pass I know" She asserted giving me a convincing look. Regretting not doing that earlier. I smiled back, but my heart was filled with fear of Mr. Groth. As cheap as his name.
The class strode here and there creating chaos, that even the corridors spoke silence. In few seconds our class seemed like the most tidiest one ever. This was an indication that Mr.Groth is near and will be present at any moment.
Observing the class, my breath literally stopped. I was feeling asthmatic. Ridiculous! How can I fear someone so much? People are scared of animals, heights, darkness and here I am scared of my French teacher. Not only hate, I loathed him from the very day he first shouted at me. It instilled a lifetime fear in me.
Our class did fear him but girls were the exception. Compared to other teachers, girls found him exceptionally handsome. Like what even? He was nowhere to the term handsome. Don't know what the girls saw in him.
"Ms. Aayat Iqbal? Ms. Aayat?" I realised the sir had already entered the class and now I am gonna get a good hearing.
"Yes sir." I mumbled politely, faking an innocent face. I told you I was dramatic.
"Where are you lost? Maybe you have forgotten when a teacher enters you are obliged to greet them and show them respect." He stated in a low voice with his head tilted down a bit that anyone would fall for his innocence. Gosh! How pretentious! Maybe this was the side of him that the girls were so into him.
"Sorry, sir! Good morning!" I said with my head down and hands fisted on the table.
"Hmm...Sit down! And don't repeat this mistake. Or else you will see the evil side of me" He said looking into my eyes while pointing a finger at me. Well! Well! Well! I guess I have already seen his demonic side hundred a times. After all French is not my thing. One of the biggest mistake of my life to be frank.
"Oh! By the way, your parents are are going to come tomorrow right?" he said abruptly moving his hands. I could feel the heavy smirk. And that brought terror, shivering my whole ribcage.
"....For the Parent-Teacher meeting." he continued gazing at my baffled semblance. The mere thought of a Parent-Teacher meeting seemed obnoxious to me. Ugh! Can I escape from here?
I nodded in response.
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