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The club was thumping with loud music. It was dim and dark. She suddenly felt out of place. It's not the fact she had not been to a club ever, but she did not feel this insecure ever before. Laila dragged her into the middle pairing her up with a stranger. As soon as the beat her louder and louder, she slowly let go. She finally was having fun. The burning in her throat led her towards the bar. She leaned over to waiter to order a coke, when a familiar face caught her attention.
Just across her sat maan with a pretty brunette

Her hands were dangling along his waist. His smirk grew wider and wider. Geet looked for a long time until her face started to burn.
" Can you believe this man Geet, he comes to a students club. He has no shame!"
Geet grabbed her drink, it instantly vanished in one gulp. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to twist instantly.
Pierre had found Geet attractive from the first time he lay his eyes on her. She had a daring attitude about her, which he found intriguing. He pulled her close to remove the proximity between them. They both entwined their bodies on the dance floor. Her and Ryan use to dance like this once. She had never wanted to let go and look at her now. Her emptiness was urging her to let go.

As they quietly swayed along each other, a thumping beat arose within the club. In a panic Geet left the club with her steps making her fall at every hurdle. She abruptly stopped near the fountains where you could only hear the wind and water create a melodious rhythm.
The gust of the wind caused her eyes to flinch. She raised her hands to caress her eyes. Her palm was stopped midway exposing her to a sweet breeze that blowed in her eyes. She opened her eyes to face a oceanic blue eyes searching her.

At once she started to detract her path. However Pierre gripped her arm and gently pecked on her lips. In that moment Geet felt loved. Her insides were gushing with hormonal intimacy. When had she ever felt wanted, she yearned for that partner.

When her eyes opened, she her legs instantly began to wobble. She turned away at once, to be drawn in closer. She gently swayed to his rhythm, feeling his composure relax. They twirled and twirled with the stars shining above.

This was a moment of bliss. Pierre led her to the fountains, where they memorised each others reflection. However what Geet saw next startled her. Behind her there was a figure at distance with a concerned expression. The figure walked away sketching his fierce eyes within her heart. That night was the first night she heard the soothing tune.

Her hands touched his soft neck, till her thumbs were mingled across his chest. She breathed heavily causing her to snuggle into his chest. All she could hear was the drumming of his heart, it was causing her eyelids feel heavy. She heard scattering footsteps, coming closer towards her. Her palm had been enclosed with a soft touch reaching out to her. The touch was so blissful that she couldn't remember what happened next.

Geet closed her notebook at once to see maan clasping his black blazer in one hand waiting for silence
" If you all are busy in talking, shall I reschedule class on your convenience. Wait that that's very unfair how about those who don't want to learn Get Out Of My Class NOW!!!!!!!"
Laila glanced at Lizzie before she sniggered under her breath. " Geet I don't think someone got some yesterday night?"
" Got what Laila?"
" Got some Geet, ahem ahem?" Laila's sniggering her louder with Maan once again looking like a cold dead statue waiting to pounce upon his targets.
Well Miss Kerzi is it, will you like to share your joke with us, or will you like to go back to your room and sit silently. Well answer me now?
" Sir...sir...sir... I was updating Geet on the lecture today, we were making notes yesterday all night. We had worked so hard. Geet will show you the notes or I will.
Geet face burned with embarrassment as Laila carried on, Maan was their yesterday in the club with them. She nudged Laila to stop but the girl continued to dig them a deeper hole.
" Very well, as we have experts here today, I will allow them to teach you, whilst I observe their teaching style. Maybe I will be able to get tips from my astute students.
Well come on down Miss Geet, it's time for you to teach.
I hesitated a little, to be confronted with a dark glare. I wasn't getting out of this any sooner. I trembled towards the lecture table. My tears were close to being exposed in front of 150 students.

Geet paced down and placed her notebook on the desk. Her legs felt so weak and she tapped impatiently. Her cheeks burned, with tears slowly collating within the peak of her eyes. He heart paced as she tipped her notebook open. What is she do, she did not even know the topic.
" Miss Geet, can you please the lecture? A hard worker like you should turn all these lazy people into astute learners? I'm waiting Miss Geet we have don't have all day for you?"
Geet glared at Maan to see a glint of agony present in his eyes. What was paining him?
" I'll start now, Sir!" Geet stretched further and further across the table. Her eyes were searching for Lizzie and Laila. Geet saw Laila holding her ears and making kissing faces towards her 😉
Geet in her right mind would make mince meat out of her, then mix her in the blender so all her mischief disappears 🤣
Art... Art... Art...
Maan stood up sternly and walked inched towards Geet slowly. In fear she quickly turned the opposite way, causing the glass of water to crash. OH CRAP!!!!! 😲
Maan eyes piercing glare panicked Geet. She paced up towards him and halted, when he raised his hands.
" Miss Geet this is no circus, stop fretting over the water and continue with the lesson. You and your colleague have been revising to an extent were my qualifications are of no use. I should be learning of you!!! Now please deliver the lecture!
Laila always sniggered when she was nervous and this was no different. Most people panicked or ate when they were nervous but Laila was an exception. Her electrifying laughter echoed through the silent lecture room.
" I'm sorry Sir, very sorry! Laila's laugh was interrupted by a series of hiccups.
Maan stance grew more sterner, as the minute passed by. Geet's tension grew as the clocked ticked loudly.
Her eyes searched for safety. Lizzie and Laila could be her sole saviours. Her eyes darted towards them needlessly. Lizzie quickly wrote the lectures as a transcript as Laila mouthed the words. Her friends were the best but what they didn't know she had the worst eye sight ever
🤣
She squinted and when that didn't work she glanced at Laila and reciprocated her utterances.
" What is... What is... What is... Erm what is fart? 😆. Geet heard what she said and her eyes grew wide open. At this moment she wanted the ground to eat her up.
" What is fart? Is this a practical joke? Geet knew Maan definitely was a blood pressure patient now"
As Geet started to speak her tears started to roll down her eyes. " I'm so sorry I didn't meant that." She shook her head in embarrassment. Her tears flowed uncontrollably.
Then all of a sudden a voice so loud exclaimed " What is art?"

Geet lifted her eyes to see Maan walking towards her. He placed a handkerchief on her hand and swiftly walked towards the stage. Geet felt ridiculous, she stood there like a statue, her limbs became numb. All her self respect had been shattered.
Laila and Lizzie looked at Geet apologetically, they wanted to embrace her so she felt protected.
" What is art? How do you explain art? Is it a expression or is it a talent? Today we will start the lesson with the basic of portraits, in other words imagery? "
Everybody swiftly took their notebooks out to reiterate the lecturers presentation. A canvas placed was placed on each row of the personalised desks. Palates of colour were distributed amongst students. The ambience of the hall was shifting towards that of happiness and hope.
Maan saw a frail girl stuck in her place for approximately 30 minutes. What should he have done? He couldn't touch her, she was his student after all. His desires were kept hidden and they should remain hidden forever. Her tears were flowing like a stream, those droplets were so precious.
" Okay everybody, it's time to select your pairs. On this occasion has Geet has pleaded with me so much she will be my inspiration in other words the model. His smirk grew wider as her eyes gleamed with outrage 😆
" What is this Maan upto? His presence made her feel awkward. She continuously scrutinised herself. When he came closer to her, she felt like she stopped breathing. 😳

Looking at this scene from above Laila had decided to intervene. How many times will Geet be embarrassed because of her. With plight she moved down towards the centre of the hall. She looked back towards Lizzie for encouragement.
" Sir I am to blame for this event. I lied and I should bare the brunt of this, Geet is not at fault. I want to volunteer for the lesson. Please sir!"
Maan looked Laila with disgrace. He felt like discipling her right there and then. However he was not that time part of lecturer. With a calm mind he advised Laila" As much as I appreciate you supporting your friend, I am the lecturer and I will decide the punishment. As for your deed I will set an appropriate punishment for you. Please come and see me after the lecture. Now you can be dismissed!!!!!!!"

The lights were switched off, the scene resembled as a power cut, they had in mum air once. 😆
A light spot was put upon Geet, as maan trailer towards her. This had to be the definition of awkward😆
The canvas shone through the whole lecture as a gleaming day of light. This signalled the start of the lecture. Over the next few minutes all Geet heard was the opening of many text books. The scripting was drilled within the books.
" I asked the question, what is art in the beginning. Would anybody like to share their views?"
Lizzie placed her hands in the air and furiously waved it in the air get his attention.
" Yes, you there"
" Art is drawing, like really good drawing 🤣 " Laila look utter disbelief at Lizzie, how stupid was her remark. Duh!!!! Art is drawing 😎
" Well art is drawing but it's more than that and you'll learn that's here. Art is passion, it overrides all your interests. It gives new definition to life. It's a way of expressing yourself, without any words. Every piece of your work should aim to be your best!"
For the first time Geet saw a glimpse of a different Maan. He had changed within a moment. She didn't see the arrogance, it was replaced by intellect.
" Today we will start with the basics of a portrait. This will be one of your extra curricular fake, that you will need to bring into next lecture."
Maan breath was in sync with Geet now. There was electricity forming between them. His urge to touch her was getting stronger by the minute. How he held back he didn't know himself 🤔
" Music is a great compliment to art, so I always have it available to keep me motivated. Primarily you will start with the face first and then follow it closely till the desired torso. I will begin today with the face and see where it takes me."
Maan close proximity was making Geet feel uncomfortable, her heart beat was uncontrollable. His fragrance was pacing her toward him. She had to block all sensations otherwise it would be dangerous.
A seductive piece was played on...

Geet stopped breathing as he drew closer towards her.
Maan traced her head shape with his fingers. His velvet touch circled her face outline leaving a zing behind. His fingers travelled towards her soft ruby lips brushing along the soft texture. Maan drew closer to Geet uttering " Your luscious lips resemble the innocence of a red rose. At this point Geet froze

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Hey Aff.! You ressing for posting your story further.???

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u tho made so many res, it can never be an os..

Unres sn 😉