Heart Felt

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"Mrs. Suhana Samarth khurana."

A deep voice roared into the ground.

Everyone looked back, parting away for him who walked through them royally and his eyes sheathed with anger. He had watched what happened from starting.

It was nothing but shock for everyone that Suhana is now married and that too with the professor who she surely disliked.

"Wh–What," Vivek stuttered as Samarth reached them, making him take a step back.

Suhana glanced over her shoulder to look at her husband who stood beside her and put his hand on her back and nodded.

"So, what were you saying ? Care to repeat," He asked in strict professor's voice making that guy and his friends shudder.

"You are married," The only words left his mouth.

"Yupp," She replied in clipped voice, dragging 'p' deliberately and smirked.

"Then why don't you wear sindoor and mangalsutra," she rolled her eyes looking at the hypocritic person in front of him.

"If she doesn't wear those, how would we get to know that she's off limit," One of his friend said from behind.

"You sound so fuc– freaking absurd. Do you know that ? Aur agar meri shadi nahi bhi hui hoti toh bhi tumhe koi haq nahi hai aisey behave karne ka. Bloody pig. This is called harassment, I can file and FIR for that, and you can say Tata bye bye to your degree. Aur rahi baat mangalsutra aur sindoor ki toh look," She pointed toward her right hand, in which she wore her  mangalsutra and pushed her hairs back to show sindoor when samarth held her hand, while nodding.

"You don't have to justify yourself, Mangalsutra pehen'na ya na pehen'na vo tumhari marzi hai, they are no one to question it."

"And you three, It won't take me two minutes to complain to Dean about your misbehaviour with a student. So it'd be better if you apologize to her and finish this issue here," He explained like he should being a faculty of college, not like her husband as that would create more conflicts and people might question her character too.

"Jao kar lo jisko complaint karni hai, mein nahi darta kisi sey," He arrogantly replied, leaning on his friend's shoulder.

Samarth clearly didn't like the arrogant behaviour toward him, as he was faculty of college and as a student vivek should at least show some respect. No doubt, he must be behaving like this to other lecturers too.

"Chale professor aap mere saath, aaj toh iss toop ki akad nahi nikaal di na toh mera naam bhi Suhana Samarth khurana nahi," The angered Suhana gritted her teeth and spoke. She took his hand and turned around toward the dean's office.

"Toh mein bhi bol dunga ki she tempted me and yeh sahi hai kabhi chota bhai kabhi bada Bhai," That boy replied without an ounce of shame.

"Tu ruk, yahi teri akad nikaal deti hu. What rubbish you're talking."

His words fueled her anger more as she turned and took long strands toward him, making him shudder somehow, she looked intimidating.

"Suh–"

Before samarth stop his wife, a sound of slap echoed in ground, the hushing voices of student came to halt as their eyes widened, looking at the courageous girl.

"How dare you," The stumbled Vivek gained his posture after recovering from the slap just landed on his cheek, imprinting her hand on his cheek. Anger could be see through his eyes but not in compared to her.