The hustle and bustle filled the busy hallway filled with freshers and seniors rushing their way to the classes or planning to bunk a few. The brown face mixed with white skin tones, all could be seen here in one place, The International Institute of Science And Arts, also in short IISA. The biggest International Institute in West Bengal, situated in Kolkata. Students from every corner of the Globe could be spotted here, one must give the Common University Examination Test also known as CUET to get in here.
If one might pay attention to the last seat of the French class one might notice a girl with beautiful black hair, wearing a short kurti paired with jeans, peacefully sleeping at the back bench. Her dark hair cascades down her shoulders as she rests, looking serene and comfortable in her casual yet stylish outfit. It's like a snapshot of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle of the classroom.
"Miss Shribani Sen", a spine chilling voice shouted right beside my left ear. As the eyes fluttered open as his voices reached the brain. Standing on the side of the desk was the one I despite the most.
"Professor Delacroix-". Picture a hot French guy in a crisp, button-up white shirt paired with sleek grey trousers. He exudes sophistication and charm with every move, his style effortlessly chic and oh-so-French. The white shirt accentuates his strong features, while the grey trousers add a touch of modern elegance. It's like a scene straight out of a fashion magazine, with this dashing gentleman turning heads wherever he goes. That was my French Professor Arthur Delacroix, in his sweet twenty five. Broad chest flexing as he crossed his arms looking at me with his grey eyes with a hint of anger and disappointment in me.
"This is the third time in a week you did the same thing I warned you not to", pinching the bridge of the nose he glared at me.
The whole class had their gazes focused on me, some enjoying the situation as I was gonna get my ass whooped and some looking with pitiful eyes. Meanwhile my gaze were looking at his eyes challenging him, knowing regretion was on its way.
"I want ten thousand words eassy on why you think sleeping on my class is more important than paying attention-", he scoffed.
Knowing myself as the queen of literature, ten thousand word essay was not a big deal plus I could have used the Artificial Intelligence to help me write too. But all the thoughts were vanished as he spoke again while walking back to the front of the class.
"In French and yeah- it should be here at my desk by tomorrow morning."
"Baal-", cussing his whole generation under my breath as head dropped on the palm in defeat.
This was dynamic between the both, one liked to challenge the other while another tries to torture the person for challenging him.
The supposed ten thousand words essay was written in bangla with a note attached to it in the end.
P.S Translate these to French and read it.
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Stepping into the restaurant, the soft glow of crystal chandeliers casts a warm light over the elegantly set tables, each adorned with delicate china and glimmering silverware. The air is filled with a symphony of soft music, creating an intimate atmosphere that wraps around you like a cozy blanket.
Rich velvet curtains frame the large windows, offering a view of the city skyline, while the plush seating invites you to sink in and relax Every detail, from the exquisite artwork on the walls to the attentive staff dressed in tailored uniforms, speaks of luxury and refinement.
Making my way over to my family, my eyes fell on the figures sitting across them. A lady worned in a red long dress complimented by a fur coat and pearl necklace accompanied by a man in a black suit and a rolex watch. Beside them seated a younger man in a grey suit looking like the guy from magazines.
"Mister and Mistress Delacroix, this is my youngest daughter ,Shribani", Pradip Sen, my dad spoke up with a big smile on his face.
Greeting them a shy hello hiding my real side I sat on my seat beside my elder sister Nidhi Sen. My gaze was fixed on the guy in a grey suit, the suitor for my sister.
"Shribani this is their son Arthur." Dad spoke up again.
Arthur just nodded at me as acknowledgement as I nodded back. The one my sister was getting set up with was none other than my own French Professor. The son of Alexandre Delacroix and Camille Delacroix, the co-founders along with Head of Directing Broad and CEO of NexGen Corp, the fastest growing MNC.
The marriage was gonna be an arranged marriage in exchange for a contract which was going to tie up the business world of the top tech company in West Bengal ,SenTech Enterprise with NexGen Corp together. Although it was just a contracted marriage, the other party agreed to let us arrange the marriage in the Bengali traditional way as my dad requested.
Dad loved both me and Nidhi along with my mom Piyali Sen, the family of four ,so much that he did everything for us. Only to make the marriage fair for Nidhi he maked sure she really was okay with it and wasn't feeling obliged for the marriage.
Nidhi was twenty four, knowing her my whole eighteen year life, I knew this wasn't what she wanted. She agreed because she was selfless and that's the only thing I hated about her. Putting other first was what she good at complete contrast of me who prioritize herself first. She was stubborn too there was no point talking her out of it either, hopefully she just does not ended up regretting.
Dad wanted to make it a grand wedding like he always talked about. His daughter was getting married after all. The Delacroix family had no objections either since they weren't against the different culture wedding, it was gonna be a fresh air to breathe for them.
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The smell of fresh paint lingering into the air along with the chattering of elders and workers filled the whole big villa. Children run from one place to another as the workers are busy decorating the inside and out with fresh flowers and lighting. Standing at the staircase, my gaze fixed in the living room where the groom's family and bride's family engaged in a joyful moment.
It was the Ashirwaad ceremony, where the bride and groom sought blessings from the elders for a prosperous marriage. Arthur was wearing a baby pink coloured kurta paired with white pajama, expression giving off no sign what was going on inside his mind. Seeing him for the first time in a traditional dress, I couldn't help myself but admire him. Sitting beside him on the floor along with him with a soft smile was my elder sister, Nidhi, worn in a gorgeous jamdani dark blue silk as her neck filled with gold jewellery.
The sound of Ulor Dhoni mixed around the air as the ritual started. Elders one by one walked to them crouching down to their level applying tika in their forehead and blessing them by putting their hands over the head. And at the end feeding them sweet along with a sip of water.
Laughter and teasing from both sides of the family making the atmosphere light and full of enjoyment. It was my Di's (elder sister), the first born in my dad's side of the family's wedding of course every relative was invited. Teasing wasn't just limited to the couples as their eyes went to me as one of my Choto Pisi (dad's youngest sister) teasingly commented, "Tor jonno o ekta Nidhir bor er moton bor khujte lagbe." As the room breaks into laughter.
[We have to find a husband for you too just like Nidhi's .]
His grey eyes met my brown eyes.
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The Delacroix family and guests were kept in a luxurious hotel, hardly twenty minutes away from the Sen's Villa where every event was going to be conducted. Since in Bengali culture in various castes according to their region Mehndi ceremony is not conducted, we were one of them. Although it didn't mean we did not wear mehndi, we actually did.
All the cousins and the mehendi artist set on the mattress on the ground surrounding Nidhi as they did her mehndi.
"Okhon toh bor er nam lekha trend e, tumake ki lekhe debo?", the mehendi artist who was doing her mehendi asked her if she wanted her to write her fiance's name as it was in trend nowadays. Cousins broke into awe while teasing her and trying to get her to say yes but her reply made the room silent.
"Na, this marriage is loveless with no point in writing his name."
As I was sitting beside her I whispered to her ear, "Di, why you saying like that? You know how arranged marriages are right-....you're really okay with this marriage?", my gaze met hers as I asked the question even though she wasn't gonna reply truthfully.
She just nodded in response. I could see her usual spark in eyes gone.
"Sometimes you should be selfish."
"Don't worry about me, bonu... I am fine."
How can I not worry about her, she was the eldest child expected best from her leading her to the mentality to put the parents happiness over her own. She took Science just because our parents wanted her to be a doctor, even though she hated biology it didn't stop her wanting to fulfill their expectations. She agreed to the marriage in fear she was gonna disappoint them by putting her needs and happiness over theirs. I wanted to help her get her out of this but she never listens to what I say. And I don't think I can convince our parents either since they think she is okay with it.
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Raghav Singhania, the owner of the R&B night club, planned a surprise bachelor party for his best friend , Arthur Delacroix. It wasn't going to be a normal bachelor party he planned. Me and my elder cousins were already at the VIP section, partying oblivious to the fact what the night was going to bring upon me.
Cousins were all already drunk, which was expected since it was usual for them unlike me who barely went to club because of being just eighteen even though I could have easily gotten myself in through connections.
Given the freedom to do whatever I wanted, I went beyond my limit and walked out the VIP section pretty drunk roaming around the hallway as I reached the front area of the club as the party was going strong. Lighting dimmed, music blasting loudly as my hips start moving along with it. I was clearly under the influence of alcohol.
Baby let me take the pressure off you
I'll make the first move and do what I got to
Can we slow this down to my pace?
I'ma make you fall in love
And let me show you what my body do
How a real woman do
Cause I do what I got to
Let me take you back to my place
Where I'll make you fall in love
Arthur's Pov
My gaze found a familiar body dancing in the crowd, clearly under the influence of alcohol making her way to me dancing to the sensual song playing in the background.
"Shribani what you doing he-?" Before the question was even completed her body fell on mine as my hands subconsciously went to her waist holding her steady on my laps. Her soft pink lips just a breath away from mine as her arms wrapped around my shoulder followed by a chuckle as the body went back to moving against mine, as her hand explored the body. The song wasn't helping the situation either as I held back a growl.
God she doesn't know what she did to me. The way her body moves against mine. This is wrong she is my student, and my fiancée's younger sister.
I just wanna play with your body
I just wanna play with your body
Oh and if I play with your body
Will you play with me?
I just wanna play with your body
I just wanna play with your body
Oh and if I play with you daddy
Will you play with me?
As the song came to an end, her body felt heavy against mine. Her eyes shut as she passed out right on my arms.
"God, she is your fiancee's younger sister. You are getting married soon. What if someone sees you guys like this." Raghav's voice reached my ear along with the gazes of other I was with. But their answer met with silence.
I stood up picking Shribani in bridal style, as her head rested against the shoulder, holding her close to me, as my fingers tucked her hair behind her ear.
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