The classroom was quiet, just like every other day. Dr. Aryan Mehra stood near the board, explaining a philosophical theory in his usual calm, controlled tone. The students listened carefully. No one dared to interrupt him.
Suddenly, a soft knock broke the silence.
A girl stood at the door.
Girl :- “May I come in, sir?”
Every head turned.
She was strikingly beautiful. Soft eyes. Delicate features. A calm, sweet voice that seemed out of place in the rigid atmosphere of the room. For a brief second, the entire class seemed stunned.
Dr. Mehra looked at her.
And for the first time in a long while… he was momentarily speechless.
But discipline came first.
Dr. Mehra :- “Who are you? What is your name?”
Girl :- “Sir, my name is Shrawani Mahajan. I took admission recently. Today is my first class.”
His expression returned to its usual firmness.
Dr. Mehra :- “Do you not know the class timing? You are late.”
Shrawani lowered her eyes slightly.
Shrawani :- “Sir, my scooty broke down. That’s why I’m late.”
Dr. Mehra’s voice hardened again.
Dr. Mehra :- “I don’t care about excuses. Rules are the same for everyone. Stand outside.”
A faint smile appeared on Riya’s face. She enjoyed this — watching someone else being corrected. Especially someone so effortlessly beautiful.
But Shrawani did not move.
Shrawani :- “Sir… please. It’s my first day. Allow me to sit just for today.”
There was something in her voice — not arrogance, not defiance. Just sincerity.
Dr. Mehra was known for being strict. Unbending.
Yet today, something felt different.
For reasons he himself did not understand, his anger did not rise the way it usually did.
He looked at her for a moment longer than necessary.
Dr. Mehra :- “Fine. Sit down. But don’t be late from tomorrow.”
A wave of quiet shock moved across the classroom. Students exchanged glances. This was not the Dr. Mehra they knew.
Shrawani walked in calmly and took the empty seat beside Riya.
Riya felt a sudden sting of jealousy. She had expected Shrawani to be sent out — just like she had been humiliated before.
But that didn’t happen.
Instead, the rules had bent.
And for the first time, Riya began to wonder—
Why had his tone changed today?
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