Ch9 Crush On Professor Fawad

‘Shri Ram Nath College it is.’ Kriti shouted at the top of her voice. She managed to secure 95 percent in her 12th board examinations. Nia managed to secure a decent 90 percent and got admission in the same university but in a different college, Miranda House. While Alisha’s hopes died as she got only 79 percent. But she didn’t lose heart and took admission in the cities most prestigious college DEI, Agra.

It was Kriti’s first day in college. She took English as her subject. ‘Good Morning students,’ Professor Fawad said as he entered the classroom. He was a lean built man and looked in his early thirties. He was wearing a white shirt with a loose tie and grey jeans. And was about six feet tall. All Shri Ram Nath college girls drooled over him and admired him a lot. They went to him with all the exams and subject questions and queries in order to attract his attention.

Kriti was also overwhelmed by his charm. ‘Good Morning sir, I have not understood chapter number three Julius Caesar. Can you help me with it,’ said Kriti.

‘Of course Kriti, you are a very bright student and I would love to help you,’ said Prof. Fawad ‘Here is my mobile number. You can call me whenever you face any doubt in English Subject.’

Kriti could not believe at what had happened. She took the mobile number and went away without saying a word. She was quite surprised.

‘I think he also likes me,’ she looked cheerful. ‘Shall I call him? No, it would be a bit early. I think I should message him first,’

Hello sir, Good evening. This is Kriti. She typed the message three times before hitting the send button.

She was very nervous and her heart was throbbing faster than the speed of light. She was praying for the best. And Professor Fawad’s message was already there.

Hi Kriti. Why did you run away suddenly? Is everything fine?

She was certainly not expecting this. But this sweet gesture from his crush made her built castles in the air. And like every teenager, she imagined happy moments with his crush ‘Prof. Fawad’.

Nothing sir, I was getting late for History class. Sorry, sir. She typed nervously as she could not think of any other answer.

Don’t call me sir. All the students are like my friends. The reply came.

Ok, sir. Sorry, Fawad. Sir.

This was his first interaction with a person of the opposite gender. And as the fate would have it, it was with Professor Fawad, a dashing English teacher of Shri Ram Nath college of Arts.