Hellooooo readiieesssss....Here the Chapter 3 is I hope that you will like it .

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As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the college day, the campus buzzed with students leaving for their respective homes. Aaravi and Anvi made their way toward the parking area, chatting casually about their day. The golden hues of the setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink.

Both of them had come on their own vehicles, so they stood near their respective scooters, adjusting their bags when the low, commanding hum of an engine caught their attention.

And there he was.

Professor Ishaan Singh Sooryavanshi.

Even in the casual setting of a parking lot, his presence was impossible to ignore. He moved with the same quiet dominance, his tall frame exuding power and confidence. Dressed in his crisp black shirt with sleeves folded just enough to reveal his strong forearms, he walked toward his car-the sleek black Mercedes that seemed to match his aura perfectly.

He didn't rush. He didn't glance around. He simply opened the car door, slid into the driver's seat with composed ease, and adjusted his sleeves before resting his hands on the steering wheel. His movements were effortless, smooth-almost calculated.

And this time, he didn't notice her.

But she noticed him.

For the first time that day, she was the one staring.

Her deep brown eyes followed every movement, unknowingly drawn to the way he carried himself. The way his sharp jawline flexed slightly as he adjusted his position, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel with effortless control, the way his entire presence demanded attention even without trying.

Aaravi had seen many people-charming, confident, powerful-but there was something about him that was different. Something that intrigued her in a way she couldn't explain.

It wasn't just his looks. It was the way he carried himself. The way his aura seemed untouchable, unreachable.

And for the very first time, she felt something.

Something foreign. Something new.

Something close to attraction.

She didn't realize how intently she was looking at him until Anvi's voice broke her trance.

"Ahem." Her friend fake-coughed, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Someone is admiring... not bad."

Aaravi blinked, immediately snapping her gaze away as warmth crept up her neck. "Shut up, idiot," she said, rolling her eyes in fake annoyance. "It's nothing like that."

Anvi chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, keep lying to yourself. But don't forget-I saw that look." She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.

Aaravi huffed, shaking her head as if brushing off the thought. "I don't have time for distractions. I have to complete my final year. I can't afford to waste time on... on things like this." Her voice was firm, but deep down, even she wasn't convinced by her own words.

Just then, the soft growl of the engine filled the parking lot.

Professor Ishaan, with his usual calm demeanor, effortlessly reversed his car, his hands moving smoothly over the wheel as if he had done it a thousand times. Without so much as a second glance, he drove off, his black Mercedes disappearing down the road, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of expensive cologne and an air of mystery.

Aaravi exhaled, gripping the straps of her bag a little tighter.

It's nothing, she told herself again. Just admiration. That's it. Right?

But deep down, she already knew.

This wasn't the last time she'd find herself looking at him.

And this wasn't the last time her heart would betray her by skipping a beat.

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The day had ended, but for Aaravi, the real storm had just begun.

She arrived home, a small yet cozy apartment that felt emptier than usual today. Tossing her bag aside, she headed straight to the washroom, letting the cold water wash away the exhaustion of the day. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't wash away the thoughts lingering in her mind.

After changing into a loose T-shirt and pajama shorts, she finally collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, her hands resting on her stomach. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the streetlight outside casting soft shadows on the walls. The silence around her was heavy, but inside her mind?

Chaos.

Her thoughts were tangled, circling back to the same moment, again and again.

That eye contact.

That damn eye contact.

What was it about it that refused to leave her mind?

She had locked eyes with many people before-professors, classmates, strangers on the street. But this? This had felt... different. Almost electric. Almost as if, for those brief moments, time had stilled, and nothing else had existed.

And then, his smirk.

A small, almost imperceptible curve of his lips. A fleeting expression, yet one that had sent a storm through her chest.

Why?

Why did she feel this strange fluttering in her stomach, this ridiculous sense of excitement over something so simple?

Was it attraction?

Her heart pounded slightly at the thought, but she quickly shook her head, as if scolding herself.

"Don't be foolish, Aaravi," she muttered under her breath. "There is nothing like that. This doesn't exist in your life. You have no time for distractions. You have so much to do-for yourself, for your future."

She exhaled heavily, shutting her eyes.

But then, another thought crept in.

Her parents.

The reality of her life came crashing down like a cruel reminder.

They weren't there anymore. The two people she had once lived for, the two people who had loved her unconditionally-gone. No matter how much she longed for their presence, no matter how many times she wished she could hear their voices again, she knew they weren't coming back.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and this time, she didn't stop them.

She curled into herself, hugging the pillow tightly as silent sobs racked her body. She cried for them, for the love she had lost, for the loneliness that never truly left her.

And just like that, exhaustion took over.

The butterflies in her stomach had been replaced by a dull ache in her heart, and soon, her tired body gave in to sleep, the remnants of dried tears staining her pillow.

That night, Aaravi didn't dream of eye contact or smirks.

She dreamt of voices she could never hear again.

As Ishaan Singh Sooryavanshi stepped into his lavish apartment, the air was filled with silence-something he had always found comforting. The warm glow of the dimmed ceiling lights cast long shadows over the neatly arranged furniture, giving his home a sense of controlled perfection, much like the way he carried himself.

He loosened the top buttons of his black shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and let out a deep sigh before heading to his room. Stripping off his formal attire, he changed into a comfortable pair of joggers and a plain white T-shirt. The cool fabric relaxed his tensed muscles as he finally lay back on the bed, his hands resting behind his head.

But his mind?

His mind was nowhere near rest.

He wasn't thinking about the eye contact. Not about the way she stared at him in the parking lot. Not even about the stolen glances in the corridor.

He was thinking about her.

Aaravi Rajput.

A name that had somehow carved itself into his thoughts in just a single day.

How? How could someone look that beautiful? Absolutely like an Apsara-otherworldly, delicate, yet dangerously captivating.

His sharp mind, which was usually always composed, was now caught up in the details of her.

Her pink, plump lips-so tempting, so unbothered, as if she had no idea how dangerously mesmerizing they were.
Her brown orbs-deep and expressive, almost as if they held secrets no one had dared to uncover.
Her eyelashes-long and fluttering, like the soft wings of a butterfly.
Her fair skin-not just pale, but ethereal, almost glowing under the dull college lights.
Her figure-elegant yet structured, soft yet composed. She was the perfect balance of grace and quiet rebellion.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Aaravi Rajput, be ready for the consequences now."

His voice was deep, rich with amusement.

"You have stolen my attention... Now, let's see how you handle it."

He exhaled sharply, pushing himself up against the headboard. This was new. It wasn't often that someone occupied his thoughts. He was always in control-of his actions, of his emotions. But tonight, something was different.

Something about her was different.

He ran a hand through his slightly tousled hair, shaking his head at himself before reaching for his phone.

With one swift motion, he unlocked it, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, his fingers moving out of habit rather than interest. But after a few minutes, something clicked in his mind.

His smirk deepened.

Why not?

His fingers moved to the search bar, typing out the letters with calculated ease.

Aaravi Rajput.

A moment later, there it was-her profile.

His dark eyes scanned the screen.

Her profile picture was simple. No filters, no forced poses-just her, looking as effortlessly stunning as she had all day. Private account. Few followers. Minimal posts.

A small chuckle escaped his lips.

Of course.

A girl like her wouldn't be the type to chase attention. That only made her more intriguing.

Without a second thought, he clicked on "Follow."

And just like that, the request was sent.

He leaned back, phone still in his grip, a lazy smirk lingering on his lips.

"Now, let's see how you react, Miss Aaravi Rajput."

And with that, the first move in a game neither of them saw coming had been made.

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