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S A N A

9:13 am

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I sprint inside the gates of the university at full speed, walking past a swarm of girls who are laughing and giggling about something. Being the gossip lover I am, I unconsciously wait for a second to hear what they are talking about but suddenly I remember I only have one minute left to reach my classroom.

Without wasting another second, I rushed away from there, not before hearing the one name which was the topic of their conversation, Viraaj sir.

I don’t know who this person is but the girls seem to be very interested in talking about him. Good thing, I guess. Maybe I’ll finally have a chance to stare at someone in this all girl’s university.

Argh, let’s not talk about that part.

I took admission here just because this college looked pretty. Well, we are gonna pretend that my breakup wasn’t one of the reasons.

Okay fine, I took admission here because I am so done with these XY chromosomes who think so highly of themself, as if the world revolves around them.

Trust me, I didn’t think of all the things I am going to miss out after I am admitted, things as in staring at boys for fun. I mean, I don’t want to get involved with a guy, but pleasuring my eyes, I never said no to that.

Well, all of us are sluts at heart. Don’t blame me. A girl can dream of pleasuring her eyes, no?

But now, my dream is not dreaming anymore. Cause I am stuck here, at Lady Royals University, the best all girl’s university in this city. Again, I took admission here because it’s pretty. And truth be told, it is.

I finally reach the classroom, already out of breath from all the running. As I am about to set foot in the classroom, the college anthem starts playing, making me stop abruptly on the door.

Another bullshit rule of this university is that you have to stop wherever you are, the moment you hear the college anthem playing.

Again, why did I take admission at this place?

Because it’s pretty.

After waiting for about five to seven minutes at the door, I step inside the classroom, my expectations going downhill the moment I look at the condition.

What the flying fuck, bitches.

This is not what I expected.

No. No. No.

What do you mean I am robbed? Like seriously, this college turned out to be like a pretty guy, all smart and handsome from the outside with a black rotten heart and personality on the inside.

Like eww david.

No david.

While I take my time in scanning this bullshit classroom, I realise the teachers will be here any minute now, so, I start finding a place for myself. I look around and see all the girls and no guys disappoint me, obviously, but I keep a stone on my heart and proceed to find a place.

I spot a girl who was with me during the orientation time and walk to sit next to her, but since the fan above her head barely moves, I leave from there and come in front, sitting beside a girl who I think can be a good friend of mine in future.

“Hey,” I greet her with a smile, keeping my bag on the chair beside mine. “Hello,” she greets me back and we exchange names.

We hit it off in five minutes and I just know it’s gonna be fun with her. Knowing that I am not very good at making conversations with new people, I think she is my only chance at having a friend here.

But I still can’t promise to survive this college, because there are no guys. Argh, I am just so done. Crying already.

The teachers of our department enter eventually and start introducing themselves one by one before taking our introduction, unfortunately, they ask me to take the lead.

Like bro, I am already so done and frustrated with this place, what else are you trying to do? Do you want me to leave? No, because I will if you ask me to lead these bullshit things.

Anyways, I start with a smile and the class follows.

It’s already 10:25 by the time the introductions are done and the teachers explain the rules and regulations of this place. Basically repeating all the bullshit we already heard in our orientation.

Once it’s all done and dusted, we are asked to go for our next class, which is our Minor subject. I have a botany minor, while my new friend has a chemistry minor. So, we will be having different classes, that means we won’t be together and I’ll have to find another company to survive the other class.

Too much work.

I leave the class and start walking towards the one where our botany theory will be taken, that is on the first floor. As I continue to make my way to the place, my eyes suddenly fall on a man.

Yes, you heard it right.

A fucking man.

At this all girl’s college.

Not an old man, or middle aged ugly professors.

But a good looking man.

I can’t believe my eyes, to be honest. He walks in my direction, well technically he has to go somewhere behind me, but let’s just say he is walking towards me. Though, he doesn’t lift his eyes from the files he is staring at.

Who cares?

I continue to stare at him for the time he is in my line of sight. Tall, lean but has firm muscles, sharp jawline, an Adam's apple which bobs every time he gulps and jet black hair set in a professional manner. This man looks like the literal definition of a walking sex model.

Not objectifying. Just appreciating.

If you can’t get the picture, think of Sidharth Malhotra.

Yeah, now you get the picture.

He eventually walks past me, his strong manly fragrance hits my nostrils, immediately becoming the best fragrance I have ever smelled. Usually, I never turn around to stare at a guy who walks past me, but this is so not usual, and he is not a guy. He is a man.

So, I turn around… subtly. I stare at his disappearing figure for a moment before a girl from my class walks towards me, grabbing my attention.

“Hey, you are from the Zoology department, right?” She asks, a small smile lingering on her lips. I smile back and nod my head, “Yes. You too?”

“Hmm. Tumhara minor bhi botany hai?”

“Haan. Tumhara bhi?”

She nods her head again and the two of us walk towards the classroom for our minor. We don’t talk on the way, not even in the class most times, because as I said, I am not good at making conversations with new people.

Thankfully, our last class is cancelled, which is really a good thing because I am too exhausted to continue for today. I make my way towards the college gate, being involved in my own world, thinking about the wrong moment when I took the decision to take admission in this college.

As I continue on my path, I feel a presence beside me, walking alongside me. It’s not a girl because I can make out the height and aura. And from the smell, I just know who this person is.

Well, ok, this is… I don’t know, nice?

We continue to walk at the same pace and I am about to reach the university gate when suddenly I lift my head in his direction and take a look at his handsome as hell face. God really took his time when he made him.

And then, something happened, something I didn’t think will happen and more than that, something I didn’t think will affect me as much as this did.

He lifts his head and stares back into my eyes, taking my breath away. I find my eyes widening in surprise as his onyx eyes meet my chocolate brown ones. He takes in my face for a second and I am too overwhelmed to even react right now.

So, I do the only thing which comes to my mind.

I smile at him… weirdly.

I can guarantee that I am looking nothing less than some maniac, but I don’t know what else to do.

My side vision falls on the gate beside me, and without giving him the chance to react, I turn on my heels and rush outside the gate in a hurry.

Phew.

It was too out of the blue thing for me. I didn’t expect something like that on the very first day.

Shaking my head, I take my phone out and book an Uber. Being a spoiled princess till now, I have not travelled alone for more than 2 kilometres by an auto, and this university is almost 8 kilometres away from my place. So, I am kind of scared to travel alone by an auto, that too on the very first day.

I don’t even know the route.

Mental note to ask my cousin which way to take and what auto to pick and what location to tell the driver.

The uber comes by and I settle in before calling my bestie, Mia.

She picks up in two rings and I start telling her how I am in an Uber and returning home and she starts asking me about what happened at my university.

“So, any tea?” She asks, probably wiggling her brow on the other side of the phone. “Bro, it was my first day, what are you expecting?” I roll my eyes.

“Bro, tu all girl’s college pe hai. Udhar pe to kitna tea milega. You know, waise wala.”

“Kaise wala? Specify please.”

“Bro, khud soch, all girl’s mein aur kya tea mangungi.”

I know what she is pointing at, which literally makes me roll my eyes again. Like sis, I don’t have time to find out if there are lesbians in my college or not. No offence to them, but I don’t have that much time to find out about it. And to be honest, I am not interested in that sort of gossip.

“Shut up. I have got better things to do than that.” I state, looking outside to see if the driver is taking me on the right route or not. “Whatever. Anyways, so did you see any hot professors?” She asks.

At this point, I hope you all can understand how desperate this girl is for tea.

“Well, there is one. But let’s not even talk about that because it makes no sense.” I tell her, trying to divert the topic. “Just shut up, tell me about him.”

Again, Bitch is so desperate that she won’t let this matter go if I don’t tell her everything. So, I do. Well, if you see, I don’t really have much choice.

“OH MY GOD! AAAAA! SCREAMING ALREADY. BRO YOU HAVE GOT TO DO SOMETHING WITH HIM. TELL ME HOW HE LOOKS.” Told ya, she is dramatic as fuck.

She is literally screaming from the other side of the phone, giggling and whispering and shouting like a maniac.

“Control. There is no point in all this, you know right. It’s not like kuch hone wala hai.” I state the obvious because it’s the truth. He is a professor after all, and he doesn’t even teach in any of my departments.

So, what’s the point?

We won’t even meet or talk… ever.

Maybe sometimes, by mistake.

“Oh puhlease… stop behaving like the female leads of the wattpad novels. ‘Nahi main ye nahi kr skti.. this is not right’ ‘wo professor hai, sahi nahi hai ye sb’ blah blah blah. Ab udd mat and bata kal kab wapis aayegi?” Seriously? This is what I get to hear?

“Shut up. Paagal hai kya tu? Bro, this is not morally ethical, you know. He is my professor.” Not like she will listen to me, but still I state it.

For some reason, the weird smile is not happening to leave my lips. I am trying my best but it’s like it has stuck there and has decided not to leave today.

“Haan haan, I know what you are doing. You are trying to be the female main character who behaves like she doesn’t want him but andar se hoti puri naughty hai.” She states as if it’s a matter of fact.

“Shut up, bro. Stop making so many delusional stories. Anyways, when is your university starting?” I changed the topic, wanting to not discuss it anymore.

After that we talk for some time before I reach home and then get going with my day. At night, we call again and she starts suggesting to me what I should wear and how I should notice first if he looks at me or not. She tells me if we make eye contact, I should see if he looks at me with that look.

Basically my friend is teaching me how to seduce a professor. Yes, that’s Mia. God knows kis muhrat pe isse dosti ki thi. Ab to chor bhi ni skti, kitne raaz jaanti hai mere.

The next day…

I leave my classroom after the major class and start walking towards my Multidisciplinary class, Microbiology.

As I make my way to the class, I find him walking in my direction, again stuck up in those files, just like yesterday. Well, maybe he will ignore me again. Thank God, I don’t have the strength to face him.

I subtly keep my gaze at him and continue to walk, wanting him to ignore me and walk past like yesterday, but unfortunately, he looks up. Our eyes clashing together and I can’t even remove my gaze from his. He takes in my face just like he did yesterday at the departure, and stares at me with a look I cannot put a finger on.

I don’t move my eyes away for a minute, expecting him to turn away but he doesn’t, so I finally detach myself from the staring contest and walk past him. Suddenly, I remember I have to go to the microbiology classroom but I don’t know where it is.

Shit.

What do I do now?

“Sir, the microbiology assignment of the class is submitted. When should I keep it at your desk?” I hear a girl’s voice and turn my head in that direction, right behind me.

She is asking him and he stops and answers her, “Do it after the class.”

Fuck me sideways.

That’s like the manliest and hottest voice I have ever heard. It’s deep, but not hoarse. I can’t explain it in words but that does something to me. The temptation to hear it again rises in me but the girl excuses herself and leaves from there, making him continue in the path too.

Ok, no, I have got to do something.

I run towards him, not literally but yeah whatever. My pace is rushed as I stop right beside him. As if feeling my presence, he turns his head in my direction, looking up from his files.

“Yes?” He asks, the tone is not rude, rather interested, as if wanting to know why I have come to him.

You want the right answer, sir?

I would love to fuck you.

But, since it’s just my second day here, I choose peace.

I mean I have a lot of time to cause scandals, not like I am looking forward to it, but I won’t stop if he instigates something.

Never said I am a good girl.

“Actually I was looking for the room number where Microbiology’s MDC class is to be held. Can you help me with that?” I ask, my tone sweet like honey, sweeter than usual.

He smiles at me subtly and replies, “It’s in room number 207 on the second floor.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He nods at me and I leave from there, replaying his reply ten times in my head, mentally giggling and dancing. That voice is not going to let me sleep at night. But who cares?

I complete my classes and return home, before spilling the tea to Mia. She asks me about his name and I tell her I have absolutely no idea because I don’t wanna look like a desperate kid wanting to find out the name of the hottest teacher, who doesn’t even teach her.

Yeah, you heard it right.

Even though I have microbiology as my MDC, he won’t be teaching us. He only teaches the major students.

That’s so unfair, I know.

A few days pass and we converse a little, almost daily. Today, while I was on the stairs, making my way to the classroom, we had a three line conversation.

“Good morning, madam.” I hear his deep voice from beside me and turn my head in that direction abruptly, shocked from the sudden endearment.

Let’s not forget he called me madam.

I hesitate for a second before putting on a smile and replying, “Good morning, sir.”

“Ab humein hi pehle wish krna hoga kya, tab aap wish krengi, hmm?” He teases, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

The way he speaks Hindi does something to me and I bite my lips.

I don’t know how to react, so I simply smile at him awkwardly, “nahi aisa nahi hai. I’ll keep it in mind.”

My classroom comes before he can say anything and I simply bid him before entering the room.

I finally managed to find out his name and he is the same guy who was the topic of discussion of the group of girls who I heard talking the very first day.

Viraaj sir.

It’s understandable, since he is the only hot being in this icy desert, note the metaphor, or whatever it’s called.

After my class, I leave the room with the teacher who just taught us, Rakesh sir, to clear my doubts regarding the topic. He asks me to follow him to his office and I do. What I don’t expect to find there is Viraaj.

I mean.. Viraaj sir.

He looks at me, his eyebrows join in confusion as I follow Rakesh sir but he doesn’t say anything. I move my gaze away from him too and start asking my doubts. Sir clears it and he is fascinated by the questions I arose, he even compliments me for that.

“What’s your name? You are very smart.” Viraaj sir chimes in, effortlessly making a move to ask my name. “Sana Sharma.” I reply to him softly.

I am about to leave when I remember something, “Sir, do we all need to participate in the fresher’s event?” I ask Rakesh sir, who asks me a question in return, “You don’t want to participate?”

I don’t.

But I cannot say it, so I simply smile nervously.

Well, our university has this tradition where there is a fresher’s event before the actual party, it’s basically for the students to interact and get to know each other, at the same time, for teachers to spot the talented students in various fields.

Apparently, dancing and singing aren’t my forte, so I don’t care to participate.

“You are not participating?” Viraaj sir asks this time. “Uh.. I am not sure, yet.”

“You should participate.”

Excuse me.

Bro, who are you to tell me what I should do and what I shouldn’t do?

Huh!

“Uh.. I’ll see. I am not sure.”

“I think you should participate.”

Yeah, sure. You think way too much.

I don’t reply anything and leave the office, going back to my classes. Today, we have our MIC, botany.

I found a male teacher in the classroom, someone I have not seen yet. As the class continues, I come to the conclusion that he is a fun yet annoying teacher. But overall, he is fine because whatever he taught was understandable.

Finally, when all the classes end, I leave the campus and return home, spilling the tea to Mia.

A few more days pass, Viraaj and mine interactions get more casual now, something I didn’t expect on the first day, but who’s complaining?

Today is our fresher’s party. Something I have been looking forward to since I found out the date.

We enjoy the fresher’s party, dance, sing and have fun. I even made a few new friends today, who actually are very nice, before this whole thing comes to an end. Once everything is done and dusted, I walk outside our block and as I do so, he emerges from a corner, walking inside, towards his office.

I take a look at myself, wearing a sage green suit with a embroidered dupatta, mid partitioned wolf cut hair left open, I don’t know how I might be looking as of now.

I mean the only way I can look bad is if wearing a bindi, a pink gloss, mascara, kajal and traditional clothes can make you look bad. Which apparently isn’t the case.

Viraaj sir walks towards me with complete focus, as he scans me from head to toe before shifting his eyes back on my face. Told ya, traditional fits work like a charm.

“Good morning, sir.” I don’t forget to wish him, my voice is extra sweet as I do so. He clears his throat and wishes me back, “Good morning.”

For a second, there is silence before he speaks again, “Your fresher’s event is done?”

I nod my head in a positive, “Yes, sir.”

“Did you participate?”

“Uh.. no.”

“Hmm. Why not?”

What do you mean, bro? I didn’t want to participate, so I didn’t. Baap hai kya jo ye sb puch rha.

I mentally roll my eyes at him.

“I.. I just don’t like all this. And dancing and singing aren’t my forte.”

“So, what is your forte?”

Please someone stop him. I can’t deal with this. Like at all.

“I am more into debating, hosting and stuff like that.”

“I see.”

I am about to reply when he beats me to it, “Green suit karta hai tumhe, especially with all the other accessories and that lip colour.”

Excuse me what?

Did he just…. Did he just compliment me?