Chapter : First Clash
St. Xavier’s Law University, Delhi.
The first morning of August brought more than just monsoon winds — it brought rumors. The campus was buzzing with gossip, and one name was passing from mouth to mouth like wildfire.
“Professor Veer Rathore.”
Inside the café, casually pushing the glass door open, Viaanika Roy walked in — black denim jeans hugging her long legs, a white crop shirt that didn’t beg for attention but demanded it anyway. An iPad in one hand, a cold coffee in the other, and her attitude? Effortlessly savage.
Her friend, Anaya, leaned in across the table.
Anaya (whispering):
“Babe, suna kya? New criminal law professor is literally hot as hell. Mafia-type hot.”
Viaanika (raising an eyebrow, sipping her coffee):
“I came here to pass my law degree, not fangirl over someone’s face. He better teach, not pose.”
She took another sip, unfazed, and walked toward her classroom — no makeup, no drama, no expectations.
[Lecture Hall – 11:10 AM]
The room was noisy, full of usual chatter and energy. Until the door creaked open.
And in he walked.
Professor Veer Rathore.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Rolled-up sleeves revealing forearms that had no business being on a professor. Dusky skin, neat beard, and eyes — dangerously unreadable. They scanned the room like they belonged there.
Veer (low, authoritative voice):
“Those who came for a show, you may leave. This isn’t a modelling ramp. This is Criminal Law.”
The entire class sat still.
His gaze moved from face to face — bored, unimpressed — until it landed on her.
Viaanika Roy.
Sitting like the class wasn’t even worth her time. Legs crossed. Coffee in hand. Unbothered.
She looked back at him. Calm. Confident. Challenging.
She tilted her head slightly and raised one brow — like saying, “Try me, Professor.”
Veer (sharp):
“You. What’s the punishment under IPC Section 302?”
Viaanika (dryly, sipping her coffee):
“Depends. Trial stage or conviction? Also, sir... drinking coffee isn’t a crime. In case that was bothering you.”
The class held its breath. A few suppressed chuckles echoed.
“Ooooo…”
Professor Veer said nothing.
But his expression — just for a second — changed. Subtle surprise, quickly masked by indifference.
A girl who answered back. Calmly. Correctly. And without fear.
[Later — Faculty Lounge]
He leaned back in his chair, flipping through the attendance sheet.
Veer (under his breath):
“Viaanika Roy... not the usual type. Interesting.”
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