HIS FAVOURITE SIN
EP-1
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Every political system thrives on power..”
Professor Aaryan Rathore said, chalk gliding across the board like he was carving laws into stone tablets.
His voice was deep. Cold. No emotion.
The class was silent… except the murmured giggles coming from the last bench.
He paused.
Didn’t even turn.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Miss kavya,” *he said without looking.* “Am I interrupting your comedy special?”
The room snorted. Sanvi covered her face.
Kavya didn’t flinch.
Kavya Sharma/FL
Not at all, Professor,” *she called out sweetly.* “We’re just adding a little entertainment to your… monotone TED Talk.”
The class lost it.
Aaryan turned slowly, face blank, eyes murderous.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Fascinating, Please, enlighten us further. Would you like to teach the class while I sit in the back and giggle about your outfit choices?”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Well, I do have better fashion sense. You’ve been wearing black shirts for three weeks straight. Is this Political Science or a funeral procession?”
Sanvi Agrawal/Fl's bestfriend
*choked on her laugh*
Aaryan dropped the chalk.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Miss Kavya, if your goal is to test my patience, you should know—my tolerance for nonsense is just as low as your attendance record.”
Kavya put her hand on her chest.
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Oof. That hurt. Deep. Almost as deep as your emotional repression.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Detention. After class” *he snapped.*
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Yay. Can’t wait to stare at your scowl for 45 extra minutes.”
He turned back to the board, muttering under his breath.
Sanvi Agrawal/Fl's bestfriend
“Why do I feel like you two are one sarcastic insult away from making out in the library?”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Ew,” *mutters, then glances up at him.*
Sanvi Agrawal/Fl's bestfriend
“Okay… ew. Maybe.”
Aaryan sat behind his desk like a villain in a crime drama — arms crossed, expression made of stone, black shirt as usual, and judgment pouring from every pore.
Kavya Sharma strolled in like she was entering a café, not detention.
She dropped into the chair opposite him with a loud, uncalled for sigh.
Kavya Sharma/FL
You really need to work on your people skills,” *she muttered, crossing her legs.* “No wonder you're still single.”
Aaryan didn’t look up from his file.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Detention, Miss Sharma, is not a conversation. It's a consequence.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Oh no. Please. Not the ‘C’ word,” *she said, hand to her heart dramatically.* “Anything but consequences.”
He tossed a sheet of paper across the desk.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Write an essay. 800 words. Topic: ‘Why Respecting Authority Is Essential in Academia.’ Due in one hour. No sarcasm.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“You know sarcasm is literally my first language, right?”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Then consider this a foreign language test,” *he said coolly.*
Kavya looked at the paper like it physically offended her.
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Can I change the title to ‘Why Professors with God Complexes Shouldn’t Be Left Unsupervised’?”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“How about ‘Why Detention Is a Cry for Attention’?”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
"Kavya.”
She huffed, grabbed the paper, and pulled out a pen like she was preparing for war.
Fifteen minutes later
She slid the paper across the desk dramatically.
Kavya Sharma/FL
"Done. Try not to cry.”
He picked it up. Read the title.
‘Respecting Authority: A Beginner’s Guide to Not Eye-Rolling When Your Professor Thinks He’s a God.’
Aaryan stared at her. She smiled sweetly.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“I said no sarcasm.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“You said that after I already started. Be specific next time, sir.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
"I should fail you just for this.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“But you won’t,” *she said smugly.* “Because I’m the only thing keeping your boring lectures alive.”
He exhaled, eyes narrowing.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“You’re exhausting.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“You’re welcome.”
EP-2
The day after detention.
The class is buzzing when Professor Rathore walks in, looking more emotionally constipated than usual.
Kavya’s chilling in the back row with Sanvi, balancing a pencil behind her ear like a hairpin.
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Watch him target me again,” *she whispers.*
“His trauma must have my name on it.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Miss Sharma. Since you’re so passionate about the academic structure and... ‘God complexes,’”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“You’ll be giving an oral presentation on today’s topic. Right now. In front of the class.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
*blinking dramatically* “Sorry, sir, I only present when there’s a stage, spotlight, and Beyoncé playing in the background.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Now, Miss Sharma.”
She stands like a drama queen being executed.
Kavya walks to the front, flipping her hair.
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Today's presentation is on the Political Mindset of Youth Voters,” *she begins, then squints at Aaryan.*
“But first… a moment of silence for professors who assign surprise presentations to deal with their unresolved rage.”
A few students snort. Aaryan’s eye twitches.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Focus, Miss Sharma.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“I am focused. On injustice. And psychological warfare.”
She begins flipping invisible slides.
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Slide one: Youth voters are chaotic, underpaid, and fueled by memes.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Slide two: We don't trust politicians, landlords, or professors who dress like Batman without the cape.”
Sanvi actually chokes on her water.
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Slide three: Youth demand representation, reform, and snack breaks during 8 a.m. lectures.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Miss Sharma, you’re testing my patience.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“And you’re failing the test, sir. I expected better.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“In conclusion, youth voters are powerful, unpredictable, and allergic to authority.
Especially when authority wears the same damn black shirt for three weeks straight.”
The class erupts.
Sanvi is wheezing. One guy’s face is red from holding back his laugh.
Aaryan sets his pen down with the calm of a man plotting a public execution.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“You get a B+.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“WHAT?! B PLUS?! That was iconic!”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“There was no structure. No citations. No academic tone.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Sir, that was performance art!”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
"This is Political Science, not Open Mic Night.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“You’re just mad I exposed your wardrobe crimes.”
Kavya sits back down, arms crossed.
Kavya Sharma/FL
"This class is a dictatorship.”
Sanvi Agrawal/Fl's bestfriend
“Yeah. And you just challenged the dictator to a rap battle.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Good. I’ll win. His insults are in Times New Roman.”
EP-3
Professor Aaryan Rathore was in lecture mode — tall, dark, unreadable, standing beside the board like it owed him money.
The classroom was dead silent.
Even the flies had paused their buzzing to avoid pissing him off.
Until—
The door opened. Slowly.
Dramatically.
And there she was.
Kavya Sharma.
Wearing black shades. Holding a steaming cup of chai.
Ten minutes late. Zero shame. 100% villain energy.
Sanvi Agrawal/Fl's bestfriend
*facepalmed and muttered*
She enters like a Bollywood heroine returning after a five-year leap.”
Aaryan didn’t turn around.
He didn’t need to.
He could feel the sarcasm entering the room like pollution.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Miss Sharma,” *he said, calm as ice.* “Glad you could join us. Did the red carpet hold you up?”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“No sir, the chaiwala was slow. But hey, priorities.”
Sanvi in the back let out a full snort.
Kavya slowly strolled to her bench — her bangles jingling like she was auditioning for Naagin 9.
Aaryan turned to the board again, trying not to explode.
But then—
Kavya Sharma/FL
"Sir, I have a question about today’s lecture.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
"You don’t even know what today’s lecture is.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
"Exactly. That’s my question.”
The class lost it.
One guy legit whispered,
“She’s got death wish energy today.”
Aaryan turned, slowly, like a villain in a crime thriller.
Walked down the aisle.
Stopped right next to her bench.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
"Do you think this class is your stage, Miss Sharma?”
Kavya Sharma/FL
"If it is, you’re not getting a standing ovation.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
"You’re one smart comment away from being thrown out.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“And you’re one more black shirt away from becoming a shadow.”
Classroom: Instant wheezing.
Even Sanvi whispered,
Sanvi Agrawal/Fl's bestfriend
"Someone get him a personality that isn’t 50 shades of rude.”
Aaryan smiled.
That scary, villainous smile.
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Wonderful. Since Miss Sharma has so much energy today… let’s use it productively.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
"Ten questions. No notes. Right now.”
Class:
“NOOOOOOO—”
“Sir, please no!”
“We were quiet!! Punish her not us!”
Kavya Sharma/FL
"You’re welcome.”
After class
Aaryan was packing up.
Kavya walked by his desk, casually.
Kavya Sharma/FL
“Sir, what’s my score on that ‘respecting authority’ essay?”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“Still B+. For the psychological damage.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
“You’re just mad I have better comebacks.”
Aaryan Rathore/ML
“You’re not funny.”
Kavya Sharma/FL
"Tell your facial expression that.”
He didn’t even look at her.
But the corner of his mouth?
Definitely twitched.
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