College gate ke thoda pehle Aarohi car se utar gayi—jaise hamesha. Advay steering pe haath rakhe usse dekhta raha.

“Roz yahin utarti ho,” usne casually kaha.

Aarohi ne bag shoulder pe adjust kiya, mirror mein lipstick lagate hue smile ki, “Sir, rules toh aapke hi hain. College mein husband allowed nahi, sir allowed hain.”

Advay ne ek slow smirk diya, “Aur agar sir distract ho jaaye?”

Aarohi ne wink kiya, “Toh woh meri problem thodi hai.”

Physics class mein Advay jaise hi enter hua, poori class silent ho gayi—except Aarohi.

Woh Maya ke saath front se second bench pe baithi thi, aur jaan-bujh ke pen gira rahi

thi.

Clink.

Oops,” Aarohi ne dramatic tone mein kaha.

Advay ne board pe likhte hue bina dekhe bola,

“Aarohi Sharma, agar pen girane ka competition chal raha hai toh bahar jaakar practice karo.”

Class mein suppressed laughter.

Aarohi ne innocent face banaya, “Sir, gravity ka practical dekh rahi thi.”

Advay ne chalk rukne diya. Game on.

“Gravity samajhni hai toh class ke baad milo.”

Aarohi ka heart thump kar gaya. Butterflies. Dangerous ones

Lecture ke beech Divyansh thoda aage jhuk ke Aarohi se whisper karne laga.

Advay ne dekha. Aur dekha. Aur phir—

“Divyansh,” Advay ki awaaz calm thi par eyes sharp,

“aapko last bench pe itni comfort kyun mil rahi hai?”

Divyansh blinked, “Sir?”

“Seat change. Immediately.”

Aarohi ne under-the-breath bola, “Sir, aap toh bilkul bhi jealous—”

Advay ne uski taraf dekha, “Sentence complete mat karna, Aarohi.”

Unki nazrein mili.

Class ke beech hi kuch unsaid spark hua—woh wala jo sirf un dono ko mehsoos hota hai.

Mid-lecture Advay ne achanak kaha, “Surprise test.”

Class collectively groaned.

Aarohi ne Maya ke kaan mein kaha, “Mujhe ghar pe padhne ko bola tha, maine teasing ki. Ab dekho.”

Paper aaya

Aarohi ne bag se ek chhoti si parchi nikaali—so neatly folded jaise

chocolate wrapper.

Confident smile.

Paper submit karte waqt—disaster.

Parchi answer sheet ke saath slip ho gayi.

Advay ne dekha.

Aarohi ne dekha.

Eye contact.

Dead silence.

“Miss Sharma,” Advay ne paper uthate hue calmly kaha, “yeh Physics ka formula hai… ya love letter?”

Class burst into laughter.

Aarohi ka face pink.

“Zero,” Advay continued, voice firm, “aur ek lecture free mein.”

Phir class ki taraf dekha, “Jab main padne ko bolta hoon, toh tum padhti nhi aur chits lekar ghum rhi ho ...

Aarohi ne sir jhuka li, par andar se gussa  embarrassment and hurt ka cocktail tha.

Ghar pe Aarohi ne bag patka aur straight bedroom mein chali gayi.

Advay peeche aaya, “Aarohi—”

“Mat bolo,”

usne pillow utha ke couch ki taraf rakha, “aaj India-Pakistan border phir se active hai.”

Advay ne sigh ki.

Raat ko jab woh light band karne aaya, Aarohi couch pe muh ghumaa ke boli, “Ab kyun aa rahe ho mere paas, Sir?”

Advay ne soft tone mein kaha, “Kyuki mujhe realise hua… galti meri hai. Maine hi tumhe itna free chhod diya.”

Silence.

Phir Aarohi ki halki si awaaz ayi kisne bola thaa phir kl icecream

Advay smiled in dark.

“Do scoops,” usne kaha, “aur ek apology kiss.”

Aarohi ne aankhen band ki.

Butterflies won.

Aarohi ne decide kar liya tha—

ignore mode ON.

Subah se lekar college tak, Advay exist hi nahi karta tha uske liye.

Car se utarte waqt bhi usne ek baar peeche mud ke nahi dekha.

Advay steering pe haath rakhe bas usse jaate hue dekhta raha.

Yeh wala silence usse lecture se zyada darrata tha.

College corridor mein Maya ne Aarohi ko tease kiya,

“Madam, aaj toh tum zyada hi serious lag rahi ho.

Sir se zero milne ka sadma?”

Aarohi ne thandi smile di, “Nahi… kuch log apni limits bhool jaate hain.”

Physics class mein Advay enter hua.

Aarohi ne notebook kholi, aankhen jhuka li—

no teasing, no sarcasm, no eye contact.

Aur wahi cheez Advay ko sabse zyada disturb kar rahi thi.

“Today we’ll solve numericals,” Advay ne announce kiya.

Normally Aarohi comment zaroor karti.

Aaj—silence.

Advay ne uska naam liya,

“Aarohi Sharma. Answer.”

Aarohi khadi hui, bina uski taraf dekhe, perfectly correct answer diya—

professional, controlled, distant.

Advay ka jaw tighten ho gaya.

Yeh teasing wali Aarohi nahi thi. Yeh dangerous version tha.

Class ke baad Advay ne assistant se kaha, “I’ll lock the cabin in ten minutes.”

Message clear tha.

Aarohi cabin ke bahar khadi thi, arms crossed.

“Sir, aapko kuch kaam tha?”

Sir.

Advay ke liye woh ek slap jaisa laga.

“Andar aao,” usne door kholte hue kaha.

Cabin ka door band hua.

Silence thick ho gaya.

“Yeh ignore karna kab tak chalega?”

Advay ne low voice mein poocha.

Aarohi ne shrug kiya, “Professional boundaries, Sir.”

Advay ne ek step aage liya, “Tum meri wife ho.”

Aarohi ne finally uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein hurt aur challenge dono,

“Class mein nahi thi  na.”?

That hit.

Advay ne table pe haath rakha, thoda jhuk ke,

“Main gussa isliye tha kyunki tum cheating kar rahi thi.”

Aarohi ne bitter smile di, “Aur main hurt isliye thi kyunki aapne mujhe sabke saamne lecture diya.”

Silence.

Phir Advay ne dheere se kaha,

“Tumhe idea bhi hai tum jab aise chup rehti ho… mujhe kitna miss karta hoon main tumhari bakwaas?”

Aarohi blinked.

That was unexpected.

“Kal jab tumne mujhe ‘Sir’ bola… mujhe laga main tumhe kho raha hoon,” Advay ne softly admit kiya.

Aarohi ka gussa thoda pighla, par ego abhi zinda tha.

“Toh phir aaj punishment kya hai?” usne tease kiya, thoda voice soft.

Advay ne uska haath pakda—

strong nahi, secure.

“Dinner mere saath. No lectures. No Physics.”

Aarohi ne eyebrow raise kiya,

“Dessert?”

Advay smiled—woh wala jo sirf uske liye tha.

“Double.”

Ghar ke bahar car se utarte waqt Aarohi ne suddenly kaha,

“Waise… aaj aap thode zyada handsome lag rahe the.”

Advay smirk

ed,

“Aur tum dangerous.”

Lift ke andar unke haath accidentally touch hue—

aur dono ne jaan-bujh ke haath nahi hataya.

Butterflies.

Heavy ones.

Thankyou everyone

Bye bye

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