Her face brightened in a way that made her even more beautiful.
Anyone else might have felt their heart race.
Akhil nodded, but his expression didn’t change in the slightest.
To him, Although Mira was beautiful, she still didn’t come close to Divya.
Divya was much more beautiful than Mira.
If this had happened before he met Divya, Akhil would have been flustered while talking to her.
But after spending time with Divya, he felt that other girls couldn’t even hold a candle to her.
Still, if he truly loved someone, he wouldn’t really care about their looks as long as they loved him back.
Well, that was only true as long as Divya let him, but that was impossible considering how obsessive she was.
Then they turned around and walked toward their classroom.
While walking alongside Akhil, Mira couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.
“At least show some reactions.”
She sighed that when she saw Akhil didn’t even try to sneak a glance at her.
She pouted.
“Just wait.
I’ll definitely make sure he notices me just like everyone else.”
Her eyes frequently darted toward Akhil as she tried very hard to catch him sneaking a glance at her.
No, he did not.
Why?
Am I not beautiful?
Just you wait, I’ll have my revenge.
Her disappointment deepened.
When they reached the classroom, the class teacher was already taking attendance.
Her eyes drifted to the front door, and a flicker of surprise passed through her.
She had, of course, heard about how brutally Mira had rejected someone.
Now, it seems she already had someone she liked.
Even though her thoughts were running wild, she kept her expression calm.
“You may enter.”
Both Akhil and Mira nodded, entered the room, and returned to their seats.
Akhil sat on the bench and turned to see his friends staring at him enviously.
The rest of the class went by as usual without any major events.
While Akhil was going through his usual day at college, Divya was having a completely different experience.
Her expression was dazed and vacant.
She stood up from her seat and walked back and forth, agitation clearly written across her face.
She really wanted to see Akhil.
But he was at college.
She couldn’t concentrate as her mind kept wandering to Akhil.
How was he?
Did he also feel lonely without me?
Then, a dangerous thought crossed her mind,
“What if I just kidnap him and lock him inside my room?”
“Then I can have him as much as I want.”
Her face twisted into something cruel and possessive.
She shook her thought, trying to dismiss the thought, her palm resting against her cheek as her face flushed.
“What am I thinking?”
“Why do I feel excited just thinking about it?”
The idea of locking Akhil inside her room brought a strange thrill and excitement.
Every day, she could breathe in his scent.
Every day, she could even ……
Her breathing grew ragged and uneven as she thought about it.
She opened her archived photos and clicked on an image of Akhil.
At the thought of him, she sat in her chair and quietly stared at his image with narrowed eyes.
She leaned closer to the phone, then kissed his image.
“Mwahhh!”
The incessant sound of her kisses echoed across the room like the squeaking of a mouse.
……
Meanwhile, Akhil was playing a game with his friends on his phone under the desk.
He was completely unaware that Divya was kissing his photo on her phone.
He was playing his game very seriously, completely unaware that his teacher was standing in front of him.
Akhil glared at Mukhi.
“You donkey!
How can you always be so slow to reviving me?”
Mukhi scoffed at Akhil.
“You can’t even stick with me.
This is what you get for charging alone.”
Before he could utter another word, his phone was snatched away from his grasp.
He looked up and was about to yell….
But when he saw his teacher staring back at him with a darkened expression.
He gulped audibly.
Only then did he notice that Sanjay and Rajesh were also looking at him with sympathetically.
And his gaze shifted toward the teacher’s hands, which held three phones, and understanding dawned on him.
“We’re screwed.”
He cast a pitiful look toward Akhil, who was unaware of the teacher and playing his game without a care in the world.
The teacher was an old man who was dressed neatly.
He felt his forehead twitch as he saw Akhil playing his game without even looking at him.
He thought that simple standing in front of them might make the students voluntarily hand over their phone and admit their mistakes.
But he was utterly wrong.
He snatched Akhil’s phone and walked away without even glancing at him.
Akhil was stunned to discover that he had been caught by the teacher.
He couldn’t help but grumble to himself.
“Getting the phone from the teacher is a pain in the ass.”
His expression turned uglier at the thought of not having a phone to play games on for the rest of the day.
Mira watched him with an amused smile.
“Oh!
He likes to play games.”
“Maybe I should find out what game he was playing so I could impress him later.”
She let out a sigh as she reminisced about how the other boys were always trying to impress her.
Now, she was trying her best to impress some boy who was clearly not interested in her.
The reason she was going this far was to make him look at her.
How laughable.
She shook her head in disbelief at the absurdity of the situation.
The bell rang, indicating the end of the class.
….
At the staff room,
Akhil and his friends lowered their heads as they received a harsh scolding from the teacher.
They could do nothing but reflect on their mistake and resolve to be more careful when playing games in the classroom.
Their homeroom teacher, Akira, approached them and asked the other teacher what they had done.
After learning what they had done, her face darkened, and she glared at them.
Soon, both teachers joined in, scolding Akhil and his friends.
…..
After stepping out of the staff room, Akhil let out the breath he had been holding.
Rajesh warned them.
“Next time, we have to be careful.
I definitely don’t want to listen to their scolding again.”
All of them nodded seriously.
Not only had the teachers scolded them, but they had also confiscated their phones for the day.
Now they couldn’t even play games.
In the staff room,
The old man, Sarath, glanced at the phone as notifications kept appearing one after another.
At first, he thought the notifications would stop after two or three messages.
But the messages kept appearing one after another, gradually irritating him.
He took Akhil’s phone to turn on silent mode, but paused after seeing the messages.
He sighed.
“Young people sure love to show their affection over chat.”
He didn’t want to pry into their affairs.