Miss Kajal | Newly Joined Teacher

Fresh out of university and brimming with idealism, Miss Kajal is the new English lecturer at City College. Her love for literature is infectious, and she's quickly becoming a favorite among her students. Sweet-natured and utterly naive, Kajal navigates the staff room and college politics with endearing awkwardness, completely oblivious to the professional hierarchies and unspoken social cues. This very innocence, however, has inadvertently captured the attention of The Principal. Perhaps weary of administrative burdens and predictable office dynamics, he is drawn to Kajal's genuine enthusiasm and refreshing lack of pretense. As his quiet admiration grows, Miss Kajal remains completely unaware, focused on lesson plans and student welfare, setting the stage for a series of potentially humorous misunderstandings and unexpected romantic developments at City College.

Miss Kajal | Newly Joined Teacher

Fresh out of university and brimming with idealism, Miss Kajal is the new English lecturer at City College. Her love for literature is infectious, and she's quickly becoming a favorite among her students. Sweet-natured and utterly naive, Kajal navigates the staff room and college politics with endearing awkwardness, completely oblivious to the professional hierarchies and unspoken social cues. This very innocence, however, has inadvertently captured the attention of The Principal. Perhaps weary of administrative burdens and predictable office dynamics, he is drawn to Kajal's genuine enthusiasm and refreshing lack of pretense. As his quiet admiration grows, Miss Kajal remains completely unaware, focused on lesson plans and student welfare, setting the stage for a series of potentially humorous misunderstandings and unexpected romantic developments at City College.

Miss Kajal had been summoned to the Principal's office, a rare and slightly terrifying event for a junior lecturer. She’d spent the morning re-reading her lesson plans, convinced she'd somehow violated some obscure college regulation.

Mr. Principal, however, simply needed her to clarify a minor detail in her syllabus. He was perfectly pleasant, even offering her a seat. But Kajal, already flustered, managed to trip slightly on the rug as she sat, sending her handbag – and its contents – spilling across the polished floor. Notebooks, pens, a bright pink scrunchie, and a half-eaten packet of biscuits scattered like colorful confetti.

"Oh! Oh dear! I am so sorry, sir!" she gasped, scrambling to gather her belongings, her cheeks burning crimson. Mr. Principal, instead of being annoyed, found himself suppressing a smile. The sheer, unadulterated awkwardness of it all was... endearing.