Falak 

There are some moments in life where it feels like it isn't happening but at the same time you know that it is in fact, happening. 
" Your grades for the last semester are N/A Ms. Falak." , the Dean states out. As if I don't know this crucial piece of information already. 
" I'm aware sir. I had a personal accident and I'd submitted the necessary documents to the authorities. I've been assigned a later date to cover up. " , I try my best to not sound scared. But I am. There's an 80 percent chance that he will rescind my scholarship right at this moment. 
" So I know. Ms. Falak, you are here for a rather delicate issue. It seems before your personal accident, you'd applied to GRM's Elite Student program. Now, maybe you haven't checked your mail but they have responded. They are ready to accept your application. And I'm much obliged to help you as well but with your last semester's grade, the success of this application seems bleak. " 
Gods are never on my side. Never. I'm still undergoing physical therapy that's costing me a fortune and my last sliver of hope is flickering. I hadn't thought about the application in a long while. But now it seems like I was so close. Yet so far. 
" Ms. Falak?" , the Dean inquires. 
" Yes, Sir. I'll send a follow up mail for my unavailability to join the Program. Thankyou for informing me. ", I have accepted defeat enough times to know when to let go and when to fight. 
" Let me complete Ms. Falak. Your application will be smoothly back on track if... you do an errand for me..."
What?

" ...All you have to do is tutor Ari. I'll personally send an LOR to the GRM Institute and you'll be transferred smoothly. No hiccups." , he had a pleasant smile on his face. As if his plan would hurt no one. Except me. No. No. No. This can't be happening. 
" I'm sorry Sir, I don't understand what's happening here. We have World Class Faculty so I don't see the need to tutor Ari myself. Besides, why would I....", I am just about to say why I would help that world class jerk when the Dean stops me mid sentence. 
" Since you haven't seen their acceptance mail. I'll inform you. One critical condition of your acceptance is physical fitness. I don't mean regular physical fitness. They will enlist you for a sport of your liking, and it will be a national competition. The GRM Institute doesn't play around when accepting scholarship candidates. I'm sure you know that." , this time he didn't smile. 
Because he knows that people born with less need to work a hundred times harder to even be able to sit at the same table as the privileged. And we are still never the same. 
" Think very carefully about this Ms. Falak. Someone like you, and I don't mean in a demeaning way, would profit unendingly from this situation. And so will Ari. You may go now." 
Think carefully? I can't even think right now. I get up from the chair and make my way towards the door. Fully aware that the Dean behind me is already busy in some other task, like I was never here. Before I can pull the door, it's already opening and... holy shit! My eyes are popping right now. I know for sure. Keep Calm. Keep calm. 
He fully enters in and the first person he sees is me. Yeah, there's the usual scowl. 
How am I supposed to tutor him? 
" Oh! Ari. Congratulations on the win. Have a seat." 
He doesn't smile or say thankyou. 
" Zee's throwing a party tonight. I don't want you there." 
Keep Calm, Falak. 
" Don't worry. My last experience wasn't the best either.", I manage to say in what I hope sounds like my normal voice and push past him to the half open door. I'm out. 
The last thing I want is to entangle with him again. Actually, I don't even want it. But I'm equal chances sure that and opportunity at the GRM will never come again. Not in this lifetime. And not to forget, an LOR by the Dean. I'll be damned if I let this go. But on the other hand I have my biggest nemesis. And I really, really want this thing to work out. 
I want to go home. Drink Coffee. And think a little bit. But that won't be possible for another two hours because I have my Machine learning for beginner's class. 
I glance at my watch, an old Titan with a small dial. 
Oh shit! I'm late. 

Ari

You have got to be kidding me! 
Fuck.