Cute!

Was what I thought when I saw him in the coaching center I was going for my further studies after school.

He had a well-built body; toned muscles, wide shoulders and kind of height that every girl dreams of.

His medium sized eyes told a tale from behind the glasses that his long nose was carrying. With a smirk on his thin pink lips, he entered the class like a professional, making my heart skip a beat.

A better way to put this would be: His charm was complemented by the perfectly pressed dark blue shirt and black pants he had on. Everything about him was screaming hot and I couldn't get my eyes off of him.

When my friends kept silence upon his arrival and some other students murmured 'Good morning sir' to him, I realized that he was the teacher who's going to teach me and every other student seated in this class, the subject called accountancy.

He nodded and after arranging everything according to his comfort he faced us and started speaking.

Music!

Was what felt like coming from his mouth. Every word well pronounced and arranged to form understanding among us.

While my peers were nodding their heads in understanding, I had a difficult time reminding myself to do the same and not to get lost in those deep black eyes.

Whenever he turned towards the whiteboard, some of the students started talking, some started to note things, and I started admiring God's best creation standing in front of me.

My friend Anjali elbowed me from my side and dragged me back to my senses.

"What?" I asked irritated because of my brutally ended scene.

"If you haven't noticed yet, then let me tell you he's going to erase what he has written there very soon. You do realize that you came here to study right? Even if you don't, at least note that down and then go back to staring him." She replied calmly while sarcasm dripped from her voice.

I saw and reality drowned upon me that she's right, and I started to write down as fast as my hands could with some moment's distraction by his face.

When he cleared the board despite my protests that I did inside my head, he turned again to face us to gave us brief of the next topic.

I turned my head slightly towards Anjali while keeping my eyes on him. "What's his name?"

"Jitin Tyagi" She replied while opening the page he said us to open.

I looked towards my book and start opening the god-knows-what-number-page because I was busy feeling his name through my tongue. I stopped at whatever page came first and again raise my head to see him.

Momentarily his eyes landed on me and I had to act like a normal student, whose focus was solely on his words and not on his voice, face, and body.

My friend and I was sitting in the second row from start and that's why I had to act like a pro in order to avoid any embarrassment when his eyes turned towards me.

Which he did towards everyone because he was a teacher!

I frowned at my inner voice but it's true.

After torturing me for half an hour more he took a break and went outside from class.

I took that time to play flashbacks from the moment he entered in class to when he left. I only got to the part when he was rubbing the board clean and his right arm moved showing muscles when Nidhi, another friend of mine, brought me back to reality.

"Himanshi and I are going to have some water and will spend some time outside. You wanna come?"

I moved my eyes towards Himanshi and she nodded while saying "Yeah tired of sitting this long"

'Do I want to?

No. What if he came back sooner. I didn't want to miss any moment I could use to stare at him.' I thought.

So I moved my head left to right

"No. I'm not coming, it's hot outside"

Nidhi gave me a bored glare but didn't say anything and went out with Himanshi. And I returned back to dreaming.

What was I thinking? Yeah, movement of his muscles......

"Tanvi!"

I groaned loudly, but in my mind and turned back from where touch and voice came from.

I saw Sudha waiting for my reply. So after I shot killer daggers towards her through my eyes, I said

"Yeah" while tried to hide my irritation at my best.

"Did you write the last part what sir was writing on the right side? He rubbed it before I got the chance to copy that"

I heaved a sigh and motioned my head in yes while handing her copy. "I missed last four lines though."

I decided that I won't dream about him until I reach home. Because every other interruption was making me more irritated and angry.

Then suddenly the only door to our class opened. My heart filled with the heaviness of anticipation, until.....

I saw Nidhi entered with Himanshi and they both were giggling like a maniac.

I rolled my eyes at them when I observed them to try their best to reach as fast as they could through the sea of chairs, towards me.

"Do you know what happened outside?" Nidhi asked me as soon as she got control over her uncontrollable laughing and giggling.

My eyes got wide before turning into slits in suspicion.

"What?" I asked with full demand and authority in my tone.

Either she was too busy in replaying whatever-god-damn-thing-happened or she ignored my voice and starting laughing again while sharing knowing glances with Himanshi.

I shot her a bored look. She's like that since always, laughing and giggling over silly things. So I turned my attention towards Himanshi

"Let her laugh, you tell me what happened?" I asked her instead.

"When we came out after drinking water, Jitin sir was going somewhere but he stops and shakes hands with both of us, congratulated us for passing foundation." She completed with a giggle.

A loud laugh broke out beside me and I turned to teasing laughter of Anjali.

Anger!

Was what I feeling when she told me. I was angry at myself for not going outside when I had the chance to.

Hahahahaha, you stayed here gripping pieces of his memories while your friends got his whole hand!!

Devil me, mocked me and that made me angrier. I stomped my feet several times and then self-sympathy came.

It's okay. It's not your last class you'll get another chance.

Angel me, tried to calm me, and that helped. But I couldn't understand why they are acting like it was something special for them? Specially Nidhi.

Guess you have a competition!

I ignored my mind again and put my concentration on my book. My rest of the class involved me getting teasing glances from Anjali and silently pleaded to god, that he should give me another chance, I deserved that much, while accusingly staring Jitin sir for the injustice he did to me.

When class finally ended, I got overwhelmed from all the bundled up emotions inside me. So I came outside the coaching to calm myself and also to prevent myself from murdering someone.

After some seconds, the main door opened and I saw a long silhouette coming out from the corner of my right eye. I turned my head to get the better look.

Blush!

Was what I did when I realized it's him. He noticed me and send a smile to me.

Heaven!

Like feeling engulfed me as I stood there constantly calming my heart down, which is threatening to break my ribcage with each step he took towards me.

"Congratulations for passing the foundation programme." He extended his right hand for me to hold and shake.

Happiness!

Was what I felt watching him and his extended hand, which I grab without any more delay. When we shook hands and I thanked him he took his hand back.

Emptiness!

I felt in my hand which was in his. I saw him from behind with longing look in my eyes as he crossed the road and went to his car. He started the car and turned it my way and I immediately looked down, afraid of being caught and when I turned my eyes up towards him he was gone.

Replaying what happened a few moments ago I went back to my class feeling giddy.

And now after spending a couple of hours in my room while thinking about today's scenarios, I'm grinning and laughing at myself.

I thought I would never feel this thing. Whenever I read, listen or see someone talking about that thing towards their teacher, I thought that won't happen to me ever because my school was filled with old teachers.

And when I came here, already married, and not-my-type-teachers were there. But today everything changed.

Now I can tell my grandchildren proudly that I did have

The thing called 'CRUSH'

So here's another chapter.

Enjoy!