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.*
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Dr Sweety
authy fl and ml tags authy
2025-07-18
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Ayaan ... not aryan
2025-07-18
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it's Ayaan...
2025-07-18
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