Sara snapped back to her senses when she heard Sweety's scream.
"What happened, Sweety? Why are you screaming again? Did something happen? What did he text?"
Sweety was upset and looked at Sara.
"What? 'Wrong member'?" Sara said. "How would he know, it was Sweety? Man! Seriously, David... Sweety is good at investigation. If she finds out I gave him her number... God, I'm definitely dead." Sara thought while looking at Sweety.
"Sara, Saaraa. What are you thinking about? Look, he texted me this. What should I do now?" Sweety said, crying like a child. "I think he likes someone in our college. What do you think?"
"How is that possible? You're overthinking. No way he like a girl from our college. There's no one like that," Sara said nervously.
"But we can't just sit here. We have to find out who she is," Sweety said, nodding.
Sara looked at Sweety's face. She was ready to investigate.
**_
"Idea!" Sweety screamed. Sara jumped.
"God, You can say that more quietly," Sara said, calming her racing heart.
"See?" Sweety said, staring at Sara's face.
"What?" Sara asked.
"No, I won't say it now. You will see tomorrow," Sweety said with a devilish laugh.
Sara was too afraid to even look at Sweety's face. "God, you have to help me with this," Sara prayed, while looking on top.
"Good night," Sweety said, beaming. Sara was stunned and just started at her.
*
David sighed, looking at his phone. "Sara, I don't know, how you fooled me this badly. But I escaped. Tomorrow, you're dead."
*
The next day, class went as usual. Sweety, Vicky, and Sara went to the cafeteria. While they were ordering, Sara looked around and saw David already glaring at her. She was stunned and immediately changed direction.
"What happened, Sara? Is something bothering you?" Vicky asked. David was still glaring at her.
Then Stella appeared in the cafeteria. "Mr. David, you're here. I was looking for you in the office."
David looked at Stella. "Hello, Ms. Stella. What's up?"
Sweety nudged Sara to look at them. Seeing David and Stella talking together made Sara jealous. Vicky glanced at the lecturers. "What's up with these lecturers? Are they a couple?"
"No way!" Sweety and Sara shouted together. Vicky looked at them.
"But look at them. They both look perfect together."
Sara glared at him. "How can you decide that just by looking? Who knows who he likes?"
"That's right! What Sara said is absolutely right. I'm with Sara," Sweety added.
"Sara! We have to start Operation Witch. Remember?" Sweety whispered.
Sara nodded.
"Then let's start," Sweety said.
"What should we do now?" Sara asked.
"Think, Sara," Sweety said.
Sara stood up. "Wait, I'll be back," she said and walked toward David.
"What are you doing? If you want to ruin their conversation, go ahead," Sweety said.
*
Sara stood in front of David, staring at him blankly.
"Yes, Sara? Tell me. What happened?" David asked. His face lit up when she walked toward him.
"What, Sara? Do you have something to say?" Stella asked.
Sara glared at them once. "That is… That is… Ha! I have a doubt in your syllabus, Mr. David. Can you please explain it, if you don't mind?"
David was happy when he heard this, but Stella looked annoyed. "It's lunchtime, Sara. You can ask your doubt later, right? What do you say, Mr. David?" Stella looked at him.
"No, I have to clarify it. It's my responsibility. I have to go now. Excuse us," David said to Stella.
Stella was furious after they left. Seeing this, Sweety was happy. "Plan success."
Vicky looked at Sweety and raised an eyebrow. "Plan success? What plan?"
Sweety glared at him and smiled. "It's none of your business. Finally, our order is here. I'll ask them to pack Sara's food."
Vicky nodded and asked the waiter to pack Sara's food.
*
David and Sara were walking toward the office when the Principal saw and stopped them. "Hello, Mr. David. Everything seems to be going well now. Is Sara missing your class again?"
"No, Sir. She's not. Everything is fine now. She has a doubt, so we're going to the office for the book," David replied.
"Yes, Sir. This doubt has been in my head since yesterday. Now I got a chance to ask him," Sara added quickly.
"You've had this doubt since yesterday? Don't you have his number?" the Principal asked Sara.
"No, Sir. I don't have his number," Sara replied.
The Principal looked at David. "Mr. David, you should have at least given her your number, right?"
"Oh, I thought it wasn't a good idea to give my number. That's why I didn't," David replied.
"Yeah, it's not good for personal things, but for studies, you have to do this," the Principal said.
"Come on, Sara, give your phone to Mr. David. Whenever you have a doubt, just call him," the Principal said, looking at Sara.
David looked at the Principal like he was a god sent from heaven. "Ms. Sara, just give me your phone. I'll type my number."
Sara glared at him. David gave an evil smile.
"Come on, Sara. Give your phone to the lecturer. He's asking, right?" the Principal said.
Sara handed her phone to David. He typed his number, gave himself a missed call, and handed it back.
"Good. Sara, now you can continue your work. I won't disturb you. And Mr. David, help her with her studies. You know these types of students are precious to us," the Principal said.
David nodded. "Yes. I'll teach her everything," he said while looking at Sara.
_**
The Principal left. Sara hit her forehead with her phone. David smiled at her. "See, now you can't escape. You fooled me once, but now it's my turn. Come, let's clear your doubt with some chit-chat," David said, holding her hand.
Sara glared at him. "No! I don't have any doubt. It's cleared now. Thank you for your help, Professor," Sara said with a fake smile and left.