I know I'm going to lose to him no matter what I talk about. I can win only if I argue with him, but he is my professor and I can't argue with him.

So, I got into the car with him quietly.

The Porsche gave me so many thoughts in me because of him and now I'm inside it with him.

But, only as his student? No, neighbour.

There is no relationship other than this, and if I expect more I'll be the one who will suffer more and more.

“Are you okay?” I turned my head towards him hearing his voice, why does he ask me that question?

“I'm fine Mr.Jeon, what happened?”

“Okay then.”

“Why did you ask me if I'm fine or not out of nowhere?” I asked him not to be able to control my bloody mouth.

“Because you are quiet.” He said, looking straight into my eyes.

I turned back to look at my pigeons. It was kept on the back seat with a newspaper under it. I insisted on keeping the newspaper since I don't want his car seat to become dirty because of my pigeons.

Did I really turn to look at my pigeons? Or was it just an excuse? Just an excuse to avoid his eyes?

My pigeons? Wasn't he the one who paid? Never mind, I'll return to him by today itself.

“Quite?”

I questioned him since, how can he come to a conclusion I'm not okay, just because I'm quiet?

“Hmm.” He just hummed.

“Mr.Jeon.”

“You will never be quiet without talking, you are such a talkative and annoying one, you became silent all of the sudden, so I asked you if everything was fine. Okay now?”

I shouldn't have asked him. Him scoring marks by insulting me is never going to change.

“Again silent?”

“Ofcourse, Mr.Jeon, no matter what I say, it will eventually become an insult to me.”

“Insult? When did I insult you Azara.”

“When didn't you do it Mr.Jeon.”

I saw him smiling while hearing me. It was the first time seeing him smile, he looks absolutely stunning when he smiles, he can smile often, isn't it.

Control yourself azara, you are distracting yourself.

And suddenly this was all I could hear inside me.

Isn't he my professor? Also, he is having a girlfriend right? Dr. Jessica is his girlfriend.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking all this.

It wasn't wrong, when people said some things which we think for fun will turn into reality.

Life as per thoughts.

I didn't know I was emotionally getting connected to him, but now every second I'm with him gives me mixed emotions.

The happiness for being with him at the same time the guilt.

Guilt for what?

Guilt for catching feelings for him? Or knowing the truth that everything I think will forever be only delusion.

None of them bothered to utter a word. Him saying something before anyone talks is impossible. And now I'm not in a state to talk about anything to him.

The travel time from the shop and home wasn't much, just 10 minutes. 10 minutes flew by in no time.

The car passed the gate and took a halt in front of the house, giving me relief. I don't know why, for some reason, now I want to run away from him.

I took the pigeon cage and left, Thanking him.

Mom, wasn't in home yet, which means I can relax for sometime, because when she comes, all my energy will be gone begging her to adopt the pigeons, because mom is against it, also she became close to Mr.Jeons dog, dogs basically don't like birds, so she will sure support that side.

I opened google to do some research. Research about the project I should submit to Mr.Jeon by tomorrow? No, to search for the perfect food for pigeons.

I already completed my case presentation, the only thing left to be filled in that file is to check whether all the patients I chose are still in hospital or discharged.

Imagining I'm presenting a case file and the patient is discharged, wouldn't it be embracing? More than embarrassing. I don't even want to think about it.

I cross checked the assignment. I want to send him now, but I forgot his email Id, it's in my mobile but I'm too lazy to walk from my study table to bed. We still have time till tomorrow morning. Let's now write something. I'm bored.

Nova has always asked me to start writing a book and requested me to post it, at least on some online website, as she is too interested in reading my story, as I always tell her the plot.

So far now, I haven't decided to write a book, like a legit book, till now all I wrote was poems, some quotes and not going to exclude my wild fantasies.

I have the plot and some characters designed for the book. I'm going to start soon, for now, I'm going to write an important scene that will be added in the book, because if I don't write it as a draft, I'll forget it.

It's almost 8pm and mom isn't here yet, I'm hungry already. My cooking skill can't be appreciated at the same time, we can't blame it either. I'm improving in cooking nowadays.

So, the best idea for now is to eat some snacks and write the scene running in my mind.

I'm not going to write a name for this scene now, I'm going to consider myself inside the story, so that I can write it more realistic.

What was the scene?

Something cute? Romantic ? No— , it's too much to even tell you are romantic. It's an obsession.

I wrote the scene, in the same document I wrote my bucket lists I got after reading the dark romance.

The last sentence ended like.

How will you prove to me that you love me?

Love doesn't exist darling, I'm obsessed.

You don't —

I'm fucking obsessed with you, I'll claim each and everything belongs to you, even the single strand of hair on your body.

What is the use of existing, when you don't find a man obsessed with you?

I heard the doorbell, I think mom came home.

I stood up from my table to walk out, when I got a call. It was an unknown number.

I didn't pick the call, before picking I walked out from the room, to open the door.

Message popped up from the same number.

I opened the door, looking at the screen, which means my whole concentration was on mobile.

I slid the door open, I could feel my hands on a firm surface, which isn't a normal surface but a hard muscle.

It's definitely not mom, I looked up while keeping the mobile the Inside my pocket, only to see Mr.Jeon standing in front of me, his looks were sharper than nice, that could stab me to death.

“Mr.Jeon— I stuttered in fear.

The tension increased between us. I stepped back.

“Mr.Jeon, what happened?”

I asked him since he never comes home unless mom calls him.

Did he come to ask me for the money? What if he asks me for money immediately? I'm broken, how will I pay him?

“You left your I'd card in the car.” He said.

Oh god, yeah, I remember it now only, because the first thing we did when we reached here was to run from him.

“Thank you Mr.Jeon.”

I got it from him, did he see my id card picture? I look worse than a beggar. Why am I always embarrassing myself in front of him?

I didn't bother to call him in, because I don't want to embarrass myself more.

“Did you feed the pigeons?” He asked me.

“I did.” I replied.

My mom came, I was happy because she came, but now I'm only getting scolded.

“Azara, Don't you have common sense, is this how you will treat someone if you come home? Can't you call him inside?”

“Ms.Park, I just came.” Mr.Jeon replied, supporting me.

How come, how is it possible? He is supporting me.

“Come inside, Mr.Jeon.” I called him.

“It's okay, I'll leave, I have work to take care of.” he replied.

“Okay, then take care, Mr.Jeon.” I said.

He was about to leave when he turned his head towards me to tell me, “I still haven't received your case presentation, if you send me soon, I'll take you to the next surgery and let you open the abdomen.”

“Seriously?” I gasped.

“Jeon Jungkook, is a man of words.”

He left. Without wasting any time, I ran to my room to send him mail. I shared with him the document.

I gave the night dress I bought to mom and was convincing her to adopt the pigeons as pets.

“Azara, you told me you don't have money, then how did you get this?” Mom questioned me.

I explained everything to her.

“Did you give him the money back?” She questioned me.

I shaked my head which indicates no.

“You are shameless Azara. Check if he is there, if yes go give him back, it won't be If you don't give him.”

“Okay.”

I came out to check whether he was home or not, but he wasn't there. His Porsche Cayenne wasn't here. When he first shifted here, I saw his Porsche gt3 along with his bike, but now nothing is there, other than his Cayenne. When I asked mom about it, she told me he had moved it all to a safe place.

I thought about it so much, then who cares.

Spending some time with mom and the pigeons, I went to sleep.

I opened my laptop to download some movies, for some reason I opened an email to see

whether he replied or not, only to see I shared with him my dark story writings other than the assignment.

I want to unsend it, but it's already been more than two hours.

Azara you are dead