Flabbergasted *SanDhir OS*

Flabbergasted

Sanyukta Agarwal was bored. The rest of the class was either dozing off, yawning or pretending to listen to the professor drone on about God-only-knows-what in that infuriating monotone of his; except for one person- Randhir Singh Shekhawat- who was furiously scribbling away at his notebook.

While Sanyukta would have loved to doze off too, she could not bring herself to do so and since she didn't know what else to do- for Kaustuki, being unwell, was resting in their room and Jiggy was sound asleep like the majority of the class and wouldn't wake up when she nudged him and even went as far as to kick his leg under the table- she observed Randhir. Not that she was fascinated by how his hand flew over the page, or how his brows were furrowed in concentration, which, if she would admit to herself, made him look quite cute or simply because she'd become fond of watching him work, no. No, a big no, she mentally scolded herself. She was watching Randhir because she was bored and at that precise moment, it seemed like the most non-boring and non-offensive thing to do.

Well, it was non-offensive to her, at least, and so, she intently stared at him, chin resting on her right palm while the fingers of her left hand twirled a lock or two of hair around, as she wondered what was up with the misogynistic "MCP" as she had christened him. Apart from being a misogynistic MCP, that is.

Feeling her gaze almost pierce through his soul- if he be allowed to use a hyperbole- he turned his attention towards her, and glared at her, warning her not to mess with him and daring her to continue staring at him so unabashedly.

Finding herself to be the object his acrimonious glare was directed towards, she narrowed her eyes at him, challenging him to try and stop her from doing what she wanted. Furthermore, she mentally argued, how audacious it was of him to tell her to not mess with him while he himself was doing exactly the same- messing with her brain and occupying her thoughts almost all the time!

Almost on cue, Randhir's eyebrows rose up high, and a tiny smirk appeared on his face, as if to pompously declare that he couldn't help having the magnetic personality that he did and to tease her about how he'd charmed her.

Sanyukta shot him a glare of her own, and without waiting for him to react, huffed, and turned her head away. Why in the world, she argued to herself again, would she be charmed by Randhir Singh Shekhawat of all men?! He was annoying, he openly hated her and tried to humiliate her whenever he could, he was an MCP, after all, and most importantly... he didn't shave! Ugh, she detested men with beards or even a stubble like the one that MCP sported.

Then again, another voice piped up in her head, there was no denying that the stubble only made him look more appealing. Sexually appealing. Sanyukta squeezed her eyes shut at the outrageous thought in her head, and just then the images from her fantasy of the previous night flashed in front of her eyes- Randhir in jeans and wearing a button-down shirt and glaring at her, Randhir in jeans minus the button-down shirt giving her a smirk, Randhir, still shirtless, cornering her, coming closer and closer still till his lips grazed hers, her eyes fluttering shut- when her eyes flew open. On reflex, she turned her head again to steal a glance at Randhir, only to find him smirking at her. And then, to her horror, he winked. At her. With his smirk still on.

Her eyes widened and she gasped, then turned her head away again and feeling her cheeks warming up, cupped them with trembling fingers. Had her eyeballs been possessed with the ability of popping out and then retracting, they certainly would have done so. Her cheeks were burning!

With her hands still cupping her cheeks, her mouth still slightly open and her eyes still wide, she looked at Randhir again to make sure he hadn't actually read her mind as she feared he had... and she looked so ridiculous with that horrified expression and those pink cheeks, that Randhir couldn't help but shake his head at her antics, and chuckle quietly to himself.

Seeing Randhir chuckle to himself and just then realizing that her mouth was still slightly open, she clamped it shut, and nervously tucked some locks of hair behind her ears, embarrassed at having presented him with an opportunity to make fun of her. Noticing him still chuckling and feeling the blush creeping up again, she vigorously shook her head to clear it of all the unwanted thoughts and images.

Then, she turned her head back towards him, meaning to shoot her her most quelling glare, but on seeing him move his index finger in a circular motion at the side of his head, to indicate that she definitely had a few of the proverbial screws loose in her head, her fists clenched. She had not wanted to do this, but he left her no choice and she was at the end of her patience. So, she stuck out her tongue at him, huffed and turned her head away again, nose in the air, as if she hadn't just then indulged in what would be termed as a juvenile gesture.

"Sanyukta Agarwal!" a shout sounded across the lecture hall. She'd completely forgotten her surroundings!

She got up timidly, "Y-Yes Sir?"

"Miss Agarwal, you are to leave this room right now and then you are free to pull as many faces as you want."

"But Sir, I-" she tried to protest.

"I said leave', Miss Agarwal."

She had no choice. Gathering her things, she walked out of the room as the professor continued to drone on, but stopped outside the door and on an impulse, turned to look at Randhir, thinking he must be happy about getting her in trouble and so must either be smirking, or may have turned his attention back to his notebook.

He'd done neither. She had turned right in time to see that fleeting look of disappointment in his eyes while his lips were positioned in a straight line. She blinked again, thinking she might be hallucinating. Randhir Singh Shekhawat, MCP. Surely he wasn't sad to see her go, was he? But she'd never know, for as soon as she had blinked, the scowl complete with a glare was back on his face.

This time though, she didn't glare back and for a reason that Randhir termed absolutely unfathomable, she smiled. At him. It was small and had the tiniest bit of shyness to it, but it was genuine.