HIS FAVOURITE SIN
EP-1
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You're late, Miss Sarma.”
Tanya strolled into the classroom exactly two minutes and thirty-eight seconds after the bell rang, holding a coffee cup like she was walking a red carpet, not entering a lecture hall.
Tanya sharma/FL
“I know, Sir.” *she said dramatically, placing her hand on her chest.* “It took me time to mentally prepare myself to see your face again.”
A few students gasped. A few snorted. Ayaan Malhotra’s jaw twitched.
His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned her like she was a particularly annoying bacteria under a microscope.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Take your seat before I make you dissect a frog with your teeth.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*Faked a gasp.* “Sir! That’s animal cruelty—and I’m a vegetarian.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“That’s academic karma.”
She slumped into her seat at the back, dramatically placing her bag on the desk as if she carried the burden of the world.
Ayaan turned back to the board, scribbling "Reproductive System" in bold letters.
Tanya sharma/FL
*Raised a brow.* “How exciting. Nothing like talking about organs first thing in the morning.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Without turning, he said coldly* “Maybe you’ll finally understand how the human brain works—if you pay attention for once.”
Kavya leaned toward her best friend and whispered..
Tanya sharma/FL
“He’s totally obsessed with me.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I heard that.” *he snapped.*
Tanya sharma/FL
*She grinned, leaning back in her chair like a queen on her throne.* “You were meant to, Sir.”
The entire class held its breath.
This wasn’t new. tanya Sarma and Professor Ayaan Malhotra had been at war since day one.
She thought he was arrogant and grumpy.
He thought she was immature and infuriating.
Twelve Years Ago
10-year-old tanya Sarma was standing at the door with a tub of ice cream in one hand and her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Tanya (10 years old)
“Who’s that?”
She asked, pointing the spoon toward the tall, broody boy walking into her house like he owned it.
Karthik (18 years old)
“That’s Ayaan,” *throwing an arm around him.* “My best friend. He’s staying here for the weekend.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Why does he look like he hasn’t smiled in seventy-two years?”
Ayaan (18 years old)
*Glanced down at her and blinked.* “Why does your sister look like a gremlin with chocolate on her nose?”
Tanya (10 years old)
*Gasped, wiping her face furiously.* “EXCUSE YOU. I’m adorable.”
Ayaan (18 years old)
“You’re annoying.” *he replied without blinking.*
Tanya (10 years old)
“Wow,” *she huffed.* “You must be fun at parties.”
Ayaan (18 years old)
“I don’t go to parties with kids.”
Tanya (10 years old)
“Well, now I know why your face is always grumpy.”
Karthik (18 years old)
*he was trying not to laugh.* “tanya, behave. He’s our guest.”
Ayaan (18 years old)
*Raised an eyebrow.* “Is she always this dramatic?”
Karthik (18 years old)
“Every day.”
Later that evening…
tanya was drawing a moustache on Ayaan’s Biology textbook with a permanent marker.
Tanya (10 years old)
“I’m giving him character.” *she muttered, adding devil horns.* “He looks better already.”
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.
Ayaan (18 years old)
“You little gremlin!”
Tanya (10 years old)
She looked up and smiled sweetly. “Oh no, I was just improving the diagrams. See? This amoeba has sunglasses now.”
Ayaan (18 years old)
*Groaned, grabbing his book.* “You’re evil.”
Tanya (10 years old)
“And you’re boring.” *she shot back.*
From that day forward, they were enemies. Whether it was hiding his notes, spilling juice on his shirts, or calling him "Mr. Grumpypants," tanya made sure to irritate him every chance she got.
And Ayaan?
He always rose to the bait.
Years later…
She walked into her first university lecture, opened the door…
And there he stood.
Chalk in hand. Expression still grumpy. Voice still deep.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Good morning, class. I’m Professor Ayaan Malhotra.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*Almost dropped her bag.* “YOU?!”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Oh God. Not you again.”
She slumped in her seat, muttering to herself.
Tanya sharma/FL
“Fate really hates me.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Miss Sarma.”
tanya was pretending to be asleep in the back row, her head resting on her folded arms, a pair of oversized sunglasses covering her eyes like she was on vacation.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*his voice cut through the air like a cold wind.* “Unless you’ve died, I expect your eyes on the board.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She sat up slowly.* “Sir, I was manifesting. For inner peace.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Try manifesting better grades instead.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She smiled sweetly.* “You know, Sir, for someone who teaches reproduction, you suck the life out of people.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*he walked closer, arms crossed.* “And for someone who attends my class regularly, I’m impressed by your consistent lack of brain activity.”
Gasps.
tanya stood up dramatically, placing a hand over her heart.
Tanya sharma/FL
“That was a personal attack. I’m emotionally wounded.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Good. That’s the only thing I’ve successfully penetrated—your emotions. Because clearly, your skull is biology-proof.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She blinked.* “Wow. Did you stay up all night writing that line?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“No. I was too busy grading your last test.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She tilted her head.* “And? Did I pass?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Let’s just say, if your test paper had a heartbeat, I’d declare it dead on arrival.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*she dramatically fell back into her seat.* “Ladies and gentlemen, I have been academically murdered.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*he turned to the board, clearly done with her antics.* “We were discussing meiosis before Miss Sarma decided to host her one-woman circus.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She leaned over to sanvi and whispered loudly* “I swear, he has a personal vendetta against my existence.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Without turning around, he said* “Because your existence tests my patience more than any medical entrance exam.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She gasped.* “Sir!”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Silence.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“No freedom of speech in this class?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“This is a biology class, not a democracy.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He sighed.* “What now?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Just confirming — do you hate me because I’m beautiful, or because I’m smarter than you?”
Aaryan looked her dead in the eye.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I hate you because you exist.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*Pouted.* “Rude. And here I was planning to name my future dog after you.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She picked up her bag and muttered* “One day, Sir. One day, karma will find you. And when it does, I hope it’s wearing heels.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“When karma shows up, I hope she brings duct tape. For your mouth.”
EP-2
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Miss Sarma.”
Tanya didn’t even look up. She was too busy painting her nails bright neon pink in the middle of Ayaan’s lecture.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Eye twitched.* “What exactly are you doing?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Self-care.” *she replied calmly.* “Mental health is important, Sir. You should try it sometime.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“This is a biology class. Not a beauty salon.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*Glanced up, blowing on her nails.* “And yet here you are—killing vibes and dreams like it’s your full-time job.”
He took a deep breath like he was this close to throwing a chalk at her head.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Hand over the nail polish.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Miss Sarma—”
Tanya sharma/FL
“I paid 300 rupees for this. You think I’ll just give it to you? Steal my will to live if you want, but not my cosmetics.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Clenched his jaw.* “If you spent half the energy you use to annoy me on your studies—”
Tanya sharma/FL
“I’d still hate biology.” *she cut in with a sweet smile." “But thanks for the motivation.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He pinched the bridge of his nose.* “What exactly is your problem with me?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“You exist.”
Ayaan leaned on the desk, deadly calm.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You're not special, Miss Sarma. Every class has that one student who tests a teacher’s patience.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She Stood, hands on hips.* “And every teacher has that one student who makes them question their career choices. I’m honored.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You should be in drama class.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“You should be in anger management.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Get. Out.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Finally!" *she cheered, picking up her bag.* “I thought you'd never say it.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She paused at the door, turned back, and added* “By the way, Sir, your lab coat makes you look like a tired vegetable.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Blinked.* “A what?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“A tired vegetable. Like a bitter gourd that gave up on life.”
The class howled.
He narrowed his eyes.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“And you look like a walking headache.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Thanks. I try.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“TANYA!”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She looked up innocently from her station.* “Yes, Sir?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
.“Why… is there glitter… inside the microscope?”
Tanya sharma/FL
*Gasped dramatically.* “What?! Glitter?! That is SO unprofessional. Who would do such a thing?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You..” *deadpanned.* “YOU would.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She shrugged.* “Maybe the cell culture wanted to feel pretty.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Looked like he was praying for patience.* “This is a microbiology lab, not a makeup tutorial.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Well, maybe it should be..” *she muttered, holding up a petri dish she’d decorated with hearts and a tiny ‘#Slay’* “The bacteria deserve love too.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He snatched the dish from her hand.* “Did you just give E. coli a makeover?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“They were looking a little sad..” *she said with fake concern.* “I thought eyeliner might help.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Get. Out.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She stood up proudly.* “Fine. I’ll leave. But just so you know, this lab is toxic.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Folded his arms.* “It’s literally full of bacteria.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Exactly. You fit right in.”
The class choked on their laughter.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He glared at her.* “Next time you come to my class, act like a student. Not a contestant on India’s Got Sarcasm.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She threw her bag over her shoulder like a dramatic Bollywood heroine.* “And next time you teach, try smiling. Your face won’t crack, I promise.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I’ll smile when you graduate.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Oh! So never?” *she gasped.*
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He pointed at the door.* “Now.”
She started to leave—then paused.
Turned around. Slowly.
Pulled a mini disco ball out of her bag and hung it on the whiteboard hook.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“What. Is. That.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“A vibe, Sir.” *she said, spinning it.* “Since your personality left the room, I brought sparkle to compensate.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I need a transfer.” *he whispered to himself.*
It was supposed to be a normal class.
Just Ayaan, some boring mitochondria slides, and a bunch of yawning students.
Until Tanya stood up… and clutched her chest like she’d been shot.
Everyone froze.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“tanya?” *he asked, confused.* “What—?”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She stumbled dramatically down the aisle.* “I... I can’t do this anymore.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He blinked.* “Do what?!”
Tanya sharma/FL
“This toxic environment! It’s killing my spirit!”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*he sighed.* "what now?"
Tanya sharma/FL
*She turned, full filmy style, pointing a trembling finger at him.*
“You! You, Professor Malhotra! You have emotionally assaulted me with your... your... lack of vibes!”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*Rubbed his temples.* “tanya, sit down.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“I refuse!” *she yelled, standing on the bench now like she was delivering a monologue in a courtroom drama.*
“I’ve been SILENCED! IGNORED! Graded UNFAIRLY just because I sparkle too hard!”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Sparkle—?” *he looked like he might faint.*
she turned to the class, eyes wide.
Tanya sharma/FL
“Brothers! Sisters! Fellow sufferers of Sir’s mood swings! Stand with me!”
One guy actually stood up.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*his voice went dangerously low.* “Rohit, sit down or I’m failing you too.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*Gasped.* “Did you hear that?! Threats! Pure dictatorship!”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He walked up to her calmly, stood in front of the bench, and said* “Get down before I file a formal complaint.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Go ahead!” *she yelled.* “File it to HR! File it to NASA! Send it to the moon! But the truth will still remain—YOU’RE MEAN AND YOUR HAIRLINE’S RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU!”
Dead silence.
Ayaan slowly looked up at her, blinking.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“My what?”
Tanya sharma/FL
*she leaned in, whispering dramatically* “Your. Hairline.”
The class exploded.
Ayaan looked like he was about to self-combust.
She finally stepped down, twirling like a drama queen.
Tanya sharma/FL
“Thank you. My performance is over for today. I accept cash, chocolate, and validation.”
She gave a flying kiss toward the board.
Ayaan just stared at her.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I want a refund on this career." *he muttered.*
EP-3
It was a peaceful Tuesday morning. Birds were chirping. The sun was shining. Ayaan Malhotra had just entered the classroom, armed with a fresh cup of black coffee and a lecture plan about mitosis.
The class stood silently as he walked in — the girls swooning over his rolled-up sleeves and jawline like they were auditioning for a shampoo commercial.
But in the last row?
Tanya Sharma was plotting.
She had just connected her Bluetooth speaker (bright pink, bedazzled, with “Queen Mode ON” written in glitter) to her phone. She thought she had turned off autoplay.
She had not.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He Set down his books.* “Good morning. Open to page 46. We’re starting cell division today.”
And then it happened.
🎶 “Main character energy... too glam to give a damn!” 🎶
The speaker BLASTED.
Everyone jumped. A girl screamed. A boy dropped his book.
Ayaan froze mid-sentence, blinking like someone just slapped him with a fish.
Slowly… so very slowly… his eyes traveled to the back row.
Where Tanya sat frozen, mouth full of chips, eyes wide like a deer caught doing crimes.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Tanya, What… is that?”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She panicked.* “It’s not mine.”
The speaker lit up: “Tanya’s iPhone connected”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She cleared her throat.* “It’s Rahul’s.”
Ayaan stared at the skeleton model sitting next to her with sunglasses and a tiny baseball cap on.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You’re blaming your Bluetooth playlist on a plastic skeleton.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She nodded solemnly.* “Rahul has great taste.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Do you want detention or a psych evaluation?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Honestly? Surprise me.”
The speaker blared again.
🎶 “Walking like I own the lab, slaying every single jab—” 🎶
Ayaan ripped the speaker out of her bag like it was a ticking bomb.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“TANYA. I am this close—this close—to writing your name on my resignation letter as the reason.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She stood, dramatic as ever.* “Please do. Let the world know I broke the hottest statue in the country.”
The class BURST out laughing.
Ayaan ran a hand down his face.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“God, give me strength.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She pulled out a juice box and offered it.* “Want this? Heard Vitamin C helps with stress.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I need Vitamin Patience.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Not in stock, Sir. I checked Amazon.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He closed his eyes.* “Why can’t you be like the other girls in this class?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“They flirt with you. I have self-respect. *sipping her juice.* Also, they don’t have a skeleton boyfriend named Rahul. I do. We’re loyal over here.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He muttered under his breath* “I want to live in a cave.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Just take Rahul’s place. That way you can finally rest — emotionally, I mean.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“One more word and I’ll assign you a 10-page handwritten essay on fungal infections.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Yes, Statue Sir.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I SAID ONE MORE WORD!”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She whispered to sanvi* “He’s so tense. Someone get this man a hug... or therapy.”
Tanya: 100
Ayaan: 0
Rahul the Skeleton: thriving
The auditorium was buzzing with excitement. It was the college fest — lights, music, and more glitter than Tanya’s personality.
And standing near the stage, holding a mic and dying internally, was none other than Professor Ayaan Malhotra.
He had been blackmailed—ahem, requested—to be the judge for the fashion walk competition.
He stood there like a statue (as always), clearly plotting revenge on whoever signed him up for this.
The host called out, “Next up… Miss Tanya Sharma, representing the Biology Department!”
The crowd cheered.
Ayaan rolled his eyes. Of course it’s her.
And then…
She appeared.
Wearing a giant circular foam costume, complete with hand-drawn organelles and glitter labels.
Across her chest, it read in bold letters:
“MITOCHONDRIA – THE POWERHOUSE OF THE FASHION SHOW.”
Ayaan blinked.
The crowd went NUTS.
She had actual cell structures pinned to her.
Mitochondria, ribosomes, Golgi apparatus — and a literal flag that read:
“Statue Sir, are you proud?”
Ayaan looked like he was going to pass out.
She walked — no, strutted — down the ramp in full dramatic model mode, pointing finger-guns at the crowd, blowing kisses, and spinning like she was at Paris Fashion Week.
She even posed with a microscope prop, dropped to one knee and whispered into it..
Tanya sharma/FL
“This one’s for you, Ayaan Sir. Keep sciencing.”
The crowd was in tears of laughter.
One student whispered, “She’s insane.”
Another added, “She’s iconic.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*he slowly took off his glasses and cleaned them.* “Maybe I’m hallucinating.”
Tanya ended her walk with a twirl, held the flag up high, and shouted into the mic:
Tanya sharma/FL
“If you can teach biology like it’s a TED Talk for depressed robots…
I can SLAY in a mitochondria suit. Balance, Sir. Balance.”
She winked. Blew him a kiss. Dropped the mic. Walked off.
The auditorium exploded.
Ayaan stood frozen.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I’m leaving the country.” *he muttered.*
Rahul the skeleton was sitting in the corner. Even he looked impressed.
Ayaan walked past her in the hallway.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Tanya.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She turned around with a smirk.* “Yes, Statue Sir?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You’re getting detention.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Perfect!” *she grinned.* “I’ll wear my mitochondria costume. You like educated women, right?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He blinked.* “...I don’t get paid enough for this.”
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