The staff room was nearly empty, the last rays of the afternoon sun lazily pouring in through the half-open blinds. Anubhav stood near the window, flipping through some psychology notes when Haseena walked in, clutching her notebook.
"Sir... ek last concept clear karna tha," she said softly, not really looking him in the eyes.
Anubhav raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm? Ya concepts sirf ek bahaana hai mujhse milne ka?"
She bit her lip, feigning shock.
"Sir! Main toh student hoon, aap toh teacher..."
He walked closer, voice low.
"Main teacher hoon, par tum sirf student nahi ho."
He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the same way he always did — like he had a right to. She looked up, heart racing.
"Main serious hoon... tum mere notes mein ho. Tum meri din ki thakaan bhi ho... aur chain bhi."
She smiled, stepping closer, her voice barely a whisper.
"Toh fir aap kya karenge agar main test mein fail ho gayi?"
He smirked. "Usi jagah pe daantunga jahan abhi ek nishaan chhodne ka mann hai..."
Before she could respond, he leaned in, pressing his lips gently to the crook of her neck — a fleeting moment, just enough to send shivers down her spine.
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Later that night... at home.
Dinner was loud — as usual. Vansh was arguing with Veer over TV remotes, Ammi scolding them both to eat quietly, and Dadi, as always, sat on her throne-like chair observing everyone.
Haseena walked in late, tying her hair in a bun as she took her seat. She was wearing her usual round-neck kurta, but fate had other plans.
Dadi’s eyes narrowed.
“Yeh... kya hai gardan pe?” she asked, adjusting her specs and leaning forward like a hawk spotting prey.
Haseena froze.
“Lagta hai machhar kaata hai,” Ammi said quickly, pouring daal in her plate.
But Dadi was already on her feet. “Yeh machhar toh bada romantic kaat gaya... rang bhi gulabi chhod gaya.”
Everyone turned to look.
Haseena quickly pulled her dupatta over her shoulder, panicking.
“Main... main gir gayi thi Ammi... patthar lag gaya tha,” she stammered.
Dadi scoffed. “Patthar? Gardan pe? Aur phir itna gol-gol? Areey main buddhi hoon, bewakoof nahi!”
There was silence.
Ammi looked flustered. “Chalo khaana khao sab. Be-matlab ki baatein mat karo.”
But Dadi wasn’t done. Her eyes were lit with fire and a hidden wicked joy — she had smelt drama.
“Kal college jaungi main. Dekhti hoon kaun hai jo patthar ban gaya hai iski zindagi mein,” she muttered under her breath, dramatically spooning rice onto her plate.
Haseena didn’t touch her food that night. Her heart wasn’t racing — it was running a marathon.
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Teaser:
The war had begun. And Dadi was coming to college, with her ‘radar’ on full alert. But Haseena wasn’t ready to let go — neither was Anubhav.
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Fanfiction✧ Phase One: A childhood full of mischief, secrets, and survival. ✧ Phase Two: A college girl's battle between forbidden love and family duty. Haseena was born into rejection. But she was also born to fight. With two brothers who love her, a grandmo...
