"OH FREAKK!!"

I wake up to find the 06:35 am and in just 20 minutes my school bus will arrive. Why didn't my alarm ring? I was reading till three and then suddenly I yawned and... I never set that, never mind *flat face*.

I remove the quilt to find the sacred gift of devil- My bed sheet stained with menses. Fuck it! This is the most disgusting thing ever. Urghh! I quickly change my sheet and with the speed of lightening, I get ready and reach the bus stop. My lower abdomen is throbbing like a bitch I feel like to cut and throw away all those parts which cause the monthly cycle.

Though it feels nice to sit and relax while school is sulking in the Morning Prayer, I have another task to do. Mentally forgetting the pain, I stand in the queue and the prayer starts, also my daily morning task- to stare a smoking hot teacher.

The God of Handsomeness has got the name of God- Mr. Dev Dixit, teacher of Accounts and Economics in the senior school, no less than a Greek God. His grayish eyes, light stubble and perfectly pumped biceps are something that has enthralled me. It's not that I have a crush on him or something like that; I just love to stare him, even if it makes him awkward. It gives peace to my extremely pervert brain. Bitches of class 11 are lucky, damn.

I have a very expressive face, so much that it has caused a lot of trouble to me. My scattered all over the place emotions and unstoppable smile and blush hormones has caused the rumor to spread that I have a crush on him *flat face* and you know the best thing- Dev Sir KNOWS IT!

Die Nandini!

Not only he, half of the school knows it. Also, I am good at reading faces and I don't miss the smiling look of that one peon when I 'intentionally' go to the staff room. Being a popular person at school has some disadvantages, too.

Doesn't matter to me, I am not the only one. Why do you think I hate girls of Class 11C?

Well, let's come back to my JOB. Folding the hands and bringing it up like the prayer position, I close my eyes.

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

Open! (Yaasss!)

I open my eyes to see the most serene view in front of me.

*Somebody please drop some red heart balloons in the background and blow some hair ruffling breeze, just like in ITV. Play 'Tere Naam' in the background. OMG, puurrrfectt!*

Mr. Ocean Eyes lost in the prayer. *heart eyes*

The way he was holding his hands down, his upper arms were more visible. Eyes closed and eyelashes spread on his under eyes, his lips moving in sync to the prayer and I am looking at him with a lovesick puppy expression with my lower jaw touching the ground. I love ogling on to his breathtaking face with pumped biceps bulging from his white shirt. Those lips surrounded by perfectly set moustache and beard, this velvety-silky damp black hair on his forehead which my fingers itch to touch once, coming down to his elbows, the folded sleeve screaming hotness and that wrist watch... Aah! There is this sweet ache in my heart and my...

FUCK MY SWEARS!!

SHHEEITTT!!!

Dev Sir saw me checking him out! *insert Daya's Heyy Maa Mataji!!*

I quickly close my eyes, bringing my joined hands to my lips in a way to hide my mouth, but this damned face is getting pink and I am not able to suppress my smile. Slightly opening my right eye after ten seconds, which felt like an eternity, I see Dev sir looking at me, a frown stuck on his heavenly face with his sexy brows arching upwards.

"Amen" The prayer ends and I open my eyes again. Dev sir still looking at me with the corner of his eyes. "Nandini, behave" Mukti whispers from my behind and we both chuckle.

"Thought of the day" a girl of grade 8 comes to the stage and speaks. Nobody remembers this after just ten seconds, I don't know why all the schools do it. I notice a new face in the group of teachers standing near the stage. I have seen her somewhere.

Where?

She is...?

She is...

Oh yes!

I saw her with Dev sir on his Instagram profile. There are more total sixteen photos with her along with two videos, and her total forty-two likes and eleven comments. He calls her 'super woman' and himself as 'mad me'. There are total three hundred and twenty seven posts of him, if you want to know more.

Looking at Dev sir, he is busy listening to all what shit is happening in the assembly.

"Do you know who is she?" I ask Radhika standing in my front.

"Ms. Sonakshi Bose, our new English teacher." She replies. Whaa... what? Seema ma'am left the school? *sad face*

She is his fiancée, if you people don't know. The only blessed woman who knows Dev sir deeply. I hate her already, but... WAIT a minute!! Dev sir and Sonakshi ma'am in the same school could not be a coincidence.

Ohhh!! So she got insecure! Bwahahaha! Joke of the centaury! XD Lmao. Nandini be proud of yourself XD

Anyway, it was nice ogling you Mr. Ocean Eyes but, I won't stop staring you. Ask your fiancée not to get jealous okay? But I must say she has a good choice. Ouch this hurts!

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It's the seventh period starting and I am coming back from the *mandatory* washroom round with Alya and a few of the students are standing outside the class when a 'hawwttt' boy passes by me. My eyes are stuck to him and my lips turn into a small 'o' and a lonngggg whistle escapes.

This isn't me

This is my filthy sinner mouth!

Everything around me stills. I am getting surprised wide-eyed reactions from everyone while a few are giving suppreesed smiles as well.

A sweaty faced hot af boy turns and looks at me

Boys look sexy while playing football and sexier after playing football.

Raising a brow, he shakes his head, not missing the smirk, turns and leaves.

My mind has gone crazy. My brain has been possessed by someone. My whole nervous system is controlled by someone else. I see Aryamann coming to me, almost running with a proud smile. He comes to my side and takes me in a side hug.

"Jiyo mere cheeteh!" he says and smiles proudly. "Today you proved that you are OUR friend!" Mukti says with equally proud smile. "You killed it!" Cabir says, his eyes glittering but Alya simply smiles at me, winking. I am the center of attraction right now and this is so embarrassing. I am royally fucked!

"Nandini Murthy isn't suffering from any symptoms of nerdy book worm geek!" Aviral announces and Yash laughs. These people are gone crazy. I just 'unintentionally' whistled at a boy and these people are feeling proud. *face palms*

Wow! I have officially been turned into a pervert. Congratulations Nandini, hearty congratulations to you!

Well, what else do you expect me to become when you have friends like Mr. Thick Brows and Ms. Always-tuned-stuck-swearing- radio, Mukti. *smh*

"Who is he?" I ask settling in the class and she gives me 'are-fucking-serious' sort of look and I shrug.

"He is Armaan, Armaan Malik, new admission class 11C" she informs. Bitches of class 11 are surely lucky. I bloody hate them more now.

"Don't worry sweetheart, a lot of proposals have been turned down by him, you just whistled. He is already in deep lovey-dovey relationship with a girl of his previous school since past seven years. Her name was... haan, her name is Zainab." she adds.

I feel like a heavy burden is lifted off my chest. Zainab dude, whoever you are, you are one lucky girl! Not one, actually you both, Sonakshi and Zainab. You guys are blessed by the heavens above! Do you realize this!!?

Manik..., never mind. He is surely better than you both.*smirks*

Rahul sir, chemistry teacher comes and as always I have purposely not done my homework. This man has already wasted more than a month in only teaching Mole Concept and Stoichiometry. Trust me, even Amedeo Avogadro would have got bored by now. There is that one teacher in every school who has no idea about his subject, in our school Rahul sir is the one. All thanks to my tuition teacher, my chemistry syllabus is already complete. I don't let my ears to rot in his class, so I simply stand up and leave. Well, not only I have the same thought, Radhika, Isha, Aviral, Sarthak and Dhruv also come out. It's fun to stand out in punishment, especially with friends.

While others are standing, my stomach isn't allowing me to stand, so I sit down crossing my legs and resting my head against the wall, closing my eyes.

I whistled at a senior, I wasn't like this.*sigh*

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After Manik left at Bal Mela and my break down two years ago, I became like the 'old heartbroken sulking Murthy' as Aryamann says, like of grade 7th. I don't know what I would have done if my friends wouldn't be there. They didn't let me feel alone, they helped me in studies and I passed my 8th with decent marks. There wasn't a single place in the school which didn't remind me of Manik, but I couldn't do anything. Soon we entered the senior school and during elections I was chosen as the Prefect of our house by votes.

In ICSE you have to choose your stream in 9th. Alya, Mukti and Cabir chose Commerce while I and others chose Science. A few students of the other section also chose commerce, including Aryamann. As we had less Science students so Commerce came into our class, thus Aryamann finally with us. For optional subject, Alya and I chose visual arts, Aryamann, Aviral and Cabir chose P.Ed, while rest of them chose Computer Science.

Painting is like my therapy. When I had to paint on a canvas for School Annual Art Exhibition, I chose to paint a guitar. The reason I gave to others was simply Armaan Malik and Parth Samthaan as in KYY, Manik was a rock star.

But the reason wasn't ONLY this. A week ago, I eavesdropped on my friends, because they don't like to talk about Manik in front of me. Though I don't regret hearing them-

"Manik won a singing competition at school, he also played a guitar, you know." Cabir says happily.

"And you know the song he sang? He sang "I want to write you a song by 1D. He asked Nandini's favorite so I told him." Mukti says and everybody smiles.

"I really miss him in school" Aviral says and everybody sighs.

I smile. He didn't forget me. He still remembers a potato face like me even though surely being surrounded by divas. The fan girl in me instantly connected it to KYY- Manik Malhotra in the show was a rock star, Armaan Malik is a singer and my best friend won a music competition! I can't get happier! Thus, I decided to make a guitar.

It was final exams of 9th and we had Geography. I was busy writing answers when a new teacher came as a change of the invigilator. Students of grade 11th got happy seeing him and I guessed him to be the Accounts teacher as they had the same that day. I was still engrossed in writing and I looked up thinking something, when I saw him for the first time, laughing at a student, talking to him.

And that's when the trouble began.

His smile was so enchanting. I was gawking at him forgetting about the answer when he suddenly asked "You want something?" I snap back in present and continue to write my exam.

Coming out of the class after exam, I inquired about him and got to know his name to be Dev Dixit. And that's when all my staring and ogling began.

"Are you even listening Nandini?" I hear a male voice.

Back to the present, I open my eyes to see Dev sir standing in front of me.

"Ye..yes sir?" I stammer. Think of the devil and here it is. Devil? I'll tell you, read further.

"I thought you were in punishment" Dev sir says taunting.

"I am still in, sir" I say. My mood is completely ruined. I have terrible mood swings.

"But you are sitting down while others are standing, what about that Ms. Murthy?" he says and I somehow manage to stand up.

"I am not well" I say meekly. Please don't ask the reason.

"But you seemed fine in the morning" he says. His face is the only thing which is breathtaking while his anger or 'hatred' for me is breath-snatching. Well, what else would you expect when a teacher gets to know that his student has a crush on him, that too when he doesn't even teaches her. I am surely one in a million.

"I am asking you something Nandini" he says sternly. Don't force me please. Don't compel me to say it aloud.

"Nandini...!" he says and I had enough of it.

YOU CALLED FOR IT.

"I am on my periods and my stomach is paining. It's my second day I am not able to stand. That's why I was sitting" I say the first line slowly and then the rest sternly looking at him loud enough for him to listen. His eyes widen along with everyone near me.

YOU FORCED ME.

Dev sir looks at me flushed and suddenly leaves hurrying. Seeing everyone gaping at me in disbelief I ask "What!?" and the boys turn their faces towards the balcony, looking at the ground. Radhika and Isha are still looking at him.

"You need to tame your tongue Nandini. This wasn't appropriate. He's out teacher above everything." Isha says and I turn my face.

This is the first time I agree to her. I am a bad girl, nothing like what Manik liked. A completely different girl whom he'll hate now. I take a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat while tears hitting the back of my eyes. Reasons are too many to put in words.

Five minutes and the bell rings. Arts. I run upstairs to the Art room to find some solace in the fierce battle of my heart and brain.

Manik will hate me now.

Taking out my colors and brushes, I wet the paper and give some random strokes with orange, yellow and pink and it blends together. A few more strokes and let the paper dry. I take out brown and black and draw something which starts taking a picture of a sunset.

Sunset. Solitude. Serene. Splendid.

As I finish, I submit it to my teacher and she smiles. I didn't talk to anyone in the class. As soon as the bell rings, I take a sigh of relief. The day is over, finally. I come to the class and pack my all stuff together. I pass a small smile to my friends, more like a formality. I put the bag on my shoulder and step out of the class just to collide with the person I never wished to. Dev sir now with all his books and stuff scattered on the floor.

Again a new lecture. Nandini, I hope you know that school corridors aren't a place to run. As if I would have cared even if it was. *rolling eyes mentally*

"Sorry sir" I say and bend down to pick the books when he suddenly stops me.

"It's okay Nandini. I'll do it. From next time, don't run in the corridor" he says. I so knew this dialogue will come.

Nevertheless, chivalry above everything. But where was this during that time.

"I am sorry sir, I shouldn't have said that" I say looking down. Looking up at him he gave an amused smile, a genuine smile.

"It's okay. I didn't know. I would have thought before asking. And there is no need to be so embarrassed because of it. I do deal with such outbursts every month. I know you know the reason too" he says chuckling lightly at my shocked and embarrassed face.

He knows I stalk his ID. Die Nandini, die.

That means he saw it when I accidently liked his picture on his profile and quickly unliked it.

Vanish in the air Nandini. Dig a grave and bury yourself near the mantle.

"Umm... I am..." I manage to find words but my stupid face is still smiling in embarrassment. I hear Dev sir chuckle.

"It's okay, bye." He says and leaves.

My life is a total mess.

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A/N: Heellooooo!!! After a loooonnngggggg time! I missed you all sooooo freaking muchhh!!

KYY turns 6 today! The reason why you people are reading this and we know each other. 6 years and infinity to come.

Though I have written this chapter, I hope this wasn't over the board or boring.

Also listen to the song in the media box. One of my favorites.

Nandini's Mr. Ocean Eyes (XD) and Sonakshi Bose.