𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀~
A 30-year-old accountancy professor known for his cold and unapproachable demeanor. His sharp intellect and no-nonsense attitude command respect in the classroom, where his presence alone is enough to maintain order. He...
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The classroom was silent, totally silent. I could feel the tension in the air as we all waited for Mr. Singhania to enter. My heart was pounding, and I wasn't sure if it was because of the anticipation or because of him.
The door creaked open, and as he walked, his presence commanding every corner of the room. As usual, his eyes found mine almost immediately. It was as if he was drawn to me, as if he couldn't help but seek me out. And just like every other time, the intensity in his gaze did something strange to me—something I couldn't quite explain but felt deeply.
I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the notes on my desk. But it didn't help; I could still feel his eyes on me, like a warm, heavy blanket that I wasn't sure if I wanted to push away or wrap myself in. Why does he have this effect on me? It's unnerving, but there's also a part of me that... doesn't mind it.
He shifted his focus towards his laptop, the silence in the room only deepening as the minutes ticked by. I could see him scrolling through something, probably the presentations.
Suddenly, his voice cut through the air, deep and commanding. "There are only 12 presentations. What about the others?" His tone was sharp, carrying a hint of the anger simmering beneath the surface.
There was silence, complete silence.
"Would you not mind showing me your faces, those of you who haven't submitted yet?" His voice was laced with irritation, and it was enough to make a few students squirm in their seats. A number of them, including two of my friends, reluctantly stood up.
"Do you mind explaining?" he asked, his gaze hard as it swept over the room, landing on each student who had failed to submit. The tension was palpable, and I couldn't help but focus on him as he interrogated them.
I didn't want to admit it, but there was something undeniably hot about him when he was angry. The way his jaw clenched, the fire in his eyes- it was almost mesmerizing. I felt a flutter in my stomach, and quickly tried to push the thought aside.
