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"I guess you could use some help," The voice startled her as Saba dropped the cloth in her hand, peeking at the owner of the voice, she took a deep breath.

"You... I mean professor, yes professor... you are my professor," Saba murmured under her breath as she realized how stupid she must have looked while doing all this.

"Hey," She said with the most perfect smile she could give with all the nervousness in the world.

Aryan chuckled as he walked closer to her, once again, picking the cloth for her as she looked at him. A sense of Deja Vu hit her as a small smile made its way to her lips.

"I think you can use some help," He said as he picked up the container that was kept on the high-end. He was about to hand it over to her when his eyes fell on the slight red spot on her t-shirt.

"Messy eater, I see," He said in his deep voice as a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"That I am," that was the weakest attempt to save her embarrassment.

"YOu here, " She said as she handed the container back to