Assumption
MEERA POV:
First day of college, I'm excited to attend my lectures. It's my dream to study in this college. I wore a plain white shirt with black skinny jeans. I have tied my hair up in a high ponytail. A dotted white earring, a wristwatch, and a pair of black heels.
MEERA
Everything seemed beautiful until I saw the man; he was incredibly gorgeous and intimidating. His black tailored suit hugged him perfectly, every muscle in his body bulging, ready to burst out of the suit. He was about 6.5 ft tall, his ocean blue eyes mesmerizing, making people dive deeper into them. I was totally out of his league. He made me feel inferior, like someone who drools over every man out there. No, I was not like other girls, but he drove me crazy. I stood there for a few minutes, looking at the Greek god in front of me, until I was jolted back to reality by someone bumping into me and calling my name repeatedly.
AJAY SHARMA
"What the fuck are you doing here? Are you planning to stand here all day? Are you daydreaming, Meera?" Ana said to me. She's been my one and only best friend since childhood, always there for me in my ups and downs. She's like a messy yet joyful golden retriever.
"Nothing, I'm just looking around the area, the college premises, and the people around us," I said, though I was actually worshipping the Greek god from a safe distance, hoping he wouldn't notice my admiration.
"Look over there, the man in his black suit. He's Mr. Ajay Sharma, a leading businessman known for his groundbreaking projects. A man of pride and attitude, who has assets worth trillions, with most small industries under Ajay Groups. He's one of the most influential and well-known daring men in the industry," Ana said.
Yes, I was interested in him, but Ana was too nosy. After this, she kept on rambling, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.
After some time, he moved away, leaving me in darkness. We first-years were gathered in the seminar hall for an induction program, with Mr. Ajay as the chief guest. I was blooming with happiness and excited to meet him again.
Spotlights were on him; he was beaming with pride and attitude. He removed the buttons of his blazer and sat in his chair with crossed legs. The talk was about his achievements and such.
He spoke into the mic, his deep rugged voice filling the hall. Suddenly, he called me out, and I was stunned by his move. A whole lot of people were looking at me. I trembled even from my place. He called me out again, and I stood up. He called me to the stage, and I walked towards him...
