Henry's eyes sparkled with amusement as Rebecca's cheeks turned a deep, embarrassed red. He couldn't hold his eyes on her mesmerising beauty. He struggled to stifle a laugh, nearly choking on his own saliva as he tried to contain his mirth at Rebecca's expense. Henry usually sat at the far end of the desk in the classroom, just behind Rebecca's seat. They had been classmates in Geography and Philosophy for last six months, and Henry had spent many memorable hours studying alongside her at the same library table. Yet, despite their proximity and shared academic pursuits, Henry had never mustered the courage to ask Rebecca out on a date though he wished to have. He had never spoken his heart before her. Vicky stood beside the board, lecturing to favourite class, when he noticed that Rebecca and Henry were acting strangely. Both of them were not mentally present in the class. Their unusual behaviour caught his attention, and he found himself distracted repeatedly by Henry's nonchal
"Don't worry, it's just a matter of time," Vicky consoled Henry in a very simple manner.When Vicky saw Henry's distress, he knew he had to act quickly to help him regain his focus. He sympathetically thought for a moment and then shared a genuine and heartfelt reason to put him at ease:"Henry, I know you're hurting right now, but remember why you started flying in the first place? It was your passion, your dream! Don't let a setback with Rebecca dim the fire that drives you. You have so much potential, and I believe in you. Your dreams are worth fighting for, and I'll be here to support you every step of the way."Vicky's geniune words were sincere and empathetic, aiming to remind Henry of his core motivations and encourage. Vicky cleverly used Henry's own study habits to offer him a valuable life lesson. He reminded him of his approach to focusing on one chapter at a time in his studies and applied it to his current situation:"Henry, remember how you focus on one chapter at a tim
"Tell me everything," Vicky urged, their eyes locking in a warm and loving, encouraging gaze. Henry took a deep breath, and his words tumbled out in a rush, like a dam breaking free that he had never experienced before. He shared the thrill of the initial spark, the giddy highs of blossoming love, and the crushing lows of uncertainty. Vicky listened intently, their expression a empathetic mirror, reflecting Henry's emotions with understanding and compassion. Henry's voice cracked as he revealed his truth: "My passion my sentiments, once fiercely devoted to Rebecca, are finally healing, but I fear Delia won't comprehend this transformation. His heart felt heavy, weighed down by the vulnerability of his admission. "I can't bear the thought of losing Delia now," he continued, his words laced with desperation. "She resides in the deepest recesses of my heart, a place I've yet to reveal to her, a place I've kept hidden, even from myself." Delia's aunt, a force to be reckoned with,
"Or would my ove become a liability in my pursuit of success?" Henry was lost in his thoughts but Vicky was there to bring out some solutions. Henry was unable to decide his destiny and he knocked at Vicky at the hour of choices. He opened his heart and Vicky guided him to accept Rebecca's offer without any delay. She would be fairly happy in the companionship of Vicky, and Vicky would not disappoint her. Though Henry was reluctant to this match, his old love sprung out and talked to Rebecca. Rebecca accepted her blunder and suffered. Now they made a commitment to face all weathers. Vicky's gentle voice broke through Henry's reverie. "Hey, what's going on? You've been staring into space for minutes." Henry sighed, rubbing his temples. "Just thinking about Rebecca's return. I don't know if I can trust her again.." "How can I cope the situation,?" Vicky nodded empathetically. "You're worried about getting hurt, but also about how it might affect your career?" Henry nodded, feel
Twenty Years AgoLong before Vicky's marriage to Sarah, he had unknowingly participated in a skit with Faria that mocked wedding ceremonies and marital intimacy. Ironically, Vicky and his future love, Rebecca, had not yet crossed paths in their childhood before reaching to their teens.Meanwhile, Faria, who was Vicky's close and intimate friend since childhood, shared a special bond with him, being of the same age.As time had its motion and passed, Vicky and Faria grew up and finished their education in their schools. Vicky became increasingly enamoured with nature, losing himself in its beauty and forgetting his childhood bond with Faria.Meanwhile, Faria's parents arranged a suitable marriage for her soon after she completed high school. Grace was her first cousin and just arrived after securing a good job in a shipping company in the Middle East, in her life. Faria's parents got the proposal and a lavish wedding ceremony, filled with grandeur and pomp, took place, leaving Vicky to
"I'm determined to uplift this institution to higher and higher." Vicky resolved.Despite his tireless efforts and resourceful management, Vicky found himself stuck in a financial cheeriat wheel. No matter how hard he worked or how efficiently he managed his responsibilities, he couldn't seem to get ahead.The Administrator of his institution, a cunning retired crooked individual, had all the knacks for extracting maximum value from Vicky's efforts while keeping the rewards minimal every year. Vicky felt like a cog in a machine, generating progress and profits for others, but struggling to make ends meet himself.One on his visit to the institution, Micheal Winter, one of the donors, and a representative of a reputable Trust, was thoroughly impressed by the institution's transformation under Vicky's leadership and wisdom. The once-struggling organization had blossomed into a thriving hub of learning, where students of all grades, including the youngest ones, excelled in innovative demo
Just after their marriageVicky's marriage to Sarah was still basking in its newfound glow that he did not expect altogether when fate dealt him another unexpected card.The head of his institution, Professor Thompson, was offered a prestigious promotion, leaving a power vacuum in his wake. In a surprise move, the board of directors turned to Vicky, entrusting him with the responsibilities of acting head.The news spread like wildfire, leaving Vicky's students stunned, especially his colleagues who had been restyling for this post already. At just the right moment, Vicky's life had taken another dramatic turn. As he donned the mantle of leadership, he couldn't help but wonder what other challenges lay hidden in the shadows, waiting to test his mettle.Vicky's newfound status as acting head came with perks, including access to a company car and other provisions. Eager to assert his independence, he decided to drive himself home one evening, sans chauffeur.However, this seemingly innocu
Vicky's heart sank as he heard the familiar voice of Mr. Johnson, the greedy administrator from his previous institution. He had thought he'd left all the drama and stress behind, but it seemed like his past was catching up with him. "Vicky, my boy," Mr. Johnson said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I hope you're doing well in your new institution. I heard you're quite the star teacher there." Vicky was wary of Mr Johnson's intentions and asked bluntly, "What do you want, sir?" Vicky had written to Mr Johnson to issue his savings and arrears with him. Mr Johnson did not answer Vicky's formal letter and instead made sarcastic remarks about Vicky's character, calling him a dodger. Vicky was so hurt. Vicky was already aware of Mr. Johnson's greedy and mean nature, and simply wanted to warn him to respond to his letter if he had a legitimate claim. However, Mr Johnson was too clever and cunning, always looking for ways to exploit others for financial gain, and chose not to
Logan Murphy called Serena. Serena always started her day with his hello, but today she didn't pick up his call. Serena's thoughts drifted to Johnson again, the man she never expected in her life, but loved him so much.Logan was planning to marry in just a few weeks. He was a perfect match for Serena and she also loved his style and way of thinking. He was a bit more mature and older than Johnson. He loved her and was ready to get everything she wanted to settle their lives.Now, Johnson's sudden reappearance had disrupted their plans, sending numerous reservations into their minds. He disturbed their tranquil lives. Logan was repine about his recent missing chance of winning. Serena phoned Vicky and requested him to see her at the cafe. Vicky was sitting in the staff room of his campus during a break, going through the paper. He was interested in applying somewhere. He came across a passage that he decided to translate into simpler English for his next class. It was related to stu
Serana's phone buzzed and she received an unknown call. She didn't attend and scrolled off. Again, she received the call from the same unknown number and she handed over the cell phone to Vicky to attend it. Both Serena and Vicky were relishing the hot coffee under the shade of an open-air cafe. "Who's there?" Vicky asked in a low and quizzical manner. "Me Johnson's here." the voice replied. "Johnson?" Serena spoke wide-eyed. "Hi, What's up? " Serena took the mobile and replied to Johnson. "I'm here in your city, and want to see you," Johnson said. Johnson was the boy whom Serena loved so much and her entire life revolved around him. They wanted to get married and planned together. But his parents wanted to marry Johnson to Harper. So the match was rejected by Johnson's parents and Serena was disheartened. Later, she started her new job and shifted to the city where he met with Vicky. Here Serena met Logan Murphy and they were planning to get married soon. He was working in an i
Joe was already sitting in the Vice Principal's office, waiting for Vicky and seek some help. He was accompanied by his eighteen-year-old elder daughter. She was studying for a BS program.She needed some money for some dues to pay. Vicky did not know about the situation. When Vicky arrived, she sat down beside them on the office sofa. Vicky glanced around the room, expecting the person who wanted to see him to arrive. But Joe was already seated, waiting for him. At first Vicky did not know about the purpose of his visit, and after some pleminary compliments both talked about some other matters.There was pause and after a few minutes of silence, Joe broke the ice and Vicky was surprised to hear his narration. "Sir, do you remember our previous meeting?" Joe asked Vicky.Vicky's expression turned quizzical, unsure of the meeting's purpose still. But as Joe's words sparked his memory, a smile spread across Vicky's face. Vicky was sure that now it would be a matter of some 'money'."A
Jake opened his bag and pulled out a bottle of perfume he had recently bought with his pocket money. Meanwhile, Vicky due to his meeting with Serena last, was running late, struggling to wrap up his last evening lecture. He was still thinking about the loss that he had made in contact with fraudulant Stephen Moor.The students were waiting for Vicky, Jake entertained his classmates with cups of coffee and proudly displayed his new perfume, jokingly spraying it around and teasing himself. His classmates were hurling and kidding him. Emma and Harper surrounded him, laughing and boasting to him.As Jake entered the classroom, he did not realize he had left his perfume bottle in the corridor. Emma pointed to him, "Oh no!" He muttered to himself, frustrated at his carelessness. Vicky was in the classroom, holding some worksheets, passing instructions. "Today, we're going to do an activity related to our previous lecture. Come on, hurry up!" Jake considered going back for his perfume, bu
Vicky's phone buzzed and he ignored the call because it was from an unknow contact. He just viewed and and dropped his cell phone in his pocketbook and moved on. Again it buzzed and Vicky scrolled and didn't speak any words.The voice informed him, "I'm from the 'writers community' functional by the Medium, and want to talk to you." Vicky asked, "Who's there and why you're calling me again and again?" "I'm an established writer and want to help you to grow as an established writer, too." she explianed with conviction.Vicky asked,"How?" After some conversation, the person requsted to shift to the Telegram for further negotiation. He also shared the Id of Stephen Moor on the W******p and Vicky switched to Telegram.After some exchange the Stephen Moor started his work to trap Vicky. He aptly offered Vickey to get registered in the community writers that belonged to the Medium, assuring him to earn $100 weekly.The offere seemed to be very attractive as writing was Vicky's passion and h
"Don't speak negatively about yourself." These words always haunted Vicky, and he always tried to find some reasons to justify his quitting the institute. During his one-month notice, he appeared in an interview and got the opportunity to teach. He read these valuable words spoken by Bruce Lee on social media, He started pondering over the statement about how one could speak negatively about oneself. "A man has a physical body that needs energy to keep fit, and his brain needs thoughts to keep it sharp. Vicky thought, "Just as our bodies require nourishment to function optimally, our minds crave mental stimulation to stay active and healthy." He had very good company with his colleagues and chatted well on all issues, yet he still felt himself a lone wolf. He talked to his colleague Jennifer, "But what fuels our minds? Simply thinking is not enough." Jennifer said, "Thinking is a continuous process, but how do we train our brains to think constructively and positively, to cultiva
Vicky stood calmed outside Oakwood Vocational Institute's grand entrance, his pulse quickening with expectancy and reservation. Having made the bold decision to leave Newokland Institute behind, he was ready to embrace new challenges and opportunities for personal growth.As he stepped onto the campus, a surge of excitement coursed through him. Renowned for its pioneering approach to education and skill development, Oakwood Vocational Institute promised an unparalleled experience.Principal Thompson's warm smile welcomed Vicky, "We're thrilled to have you on board!" The cutting-edge facilities and vibrant student life left Vicky awestruck. His new colleagues greeted him with interest and warmth. Mrs. Jeans was very happy and over-excited.During his inaugural week, Vicky studied headfirst into the institute's distinctive culture, impressed by its emphasis on:1. Interdisciplinary learning2. Project-based skill acquisition3. Community servicesPrincipal Thompson summoned Vicky to his
Vicky finished his lecture and browsed W******p, where a post from the head office caught his attention. The message announced a new policy, which he quickly shared in his group chat. Leaving the institution, he headed home, unaware of the stir his share would cause.Later, while checking his phone, Vicky saw a news report shared by his worthy colleagues: a disturbing rape case in the city where the head office was located. Intrigued, he opened W******p to find his group chat flooded with passionate debates and shocking views on the policy post he had shared just hours ago.Vicky's eyes scanned the messages in his inbox, a growing sense of unease settling in. He quickly reopened the post shared by the head office and re-read it carefully. Alarm bells rang in his mind as he realized the discrepancy between the post's content and the video attached."Without hesitation, Vicky rushed to his W******p status, located the offending post, and deleted it. The video had conveyed a completely di
"You look so gorgeous, sweetheart!", Vicky commented as he looked at Ashely. She looked back at him because she was walking to the corridor to meet her client. She had been working for a pharmaceutical company for three months. She was trying to complete her last semester at secondary high school."Hi, Vicky, where have you been?" Ashely asked Vicky. "I have been to a walk-in interview. I have recently applied for the job," Vicky replied eagerly. "Oh, I see," she did not comment. She looked back at her reflection in the tinted window pane and studied her facial looks that would warrant such an amazing comment that Vicky had just passed on her. She was beautiful, true, but Vicky was not interested in her. It was Ashely only who was making attempts to impress him with her cajolery before meeting with Jermy. Her manager, seeing the hesitation on her face, tried to know about her today's visits. He tried to coax her and made her speak. Ashely replied cautiously, "Only one client today,