At the college

The low hum of a powerful engine echoed through the college gates as a sleek black Mercedes rolled in, its polished surface gleaming under the morning sun. Students turned their heads instinctively, drawn by the quiet authority the car exuded.

As the door opened, a tall man stepped out, his dark gaze sweeping over the campus like a silent storm. He moved with a quiet confidence, dressed in a crisp black suit that fit him perfectly, exuding an effortless charm that made heads turn and whispers spread.

His sharp jawline, accentuated by the morning light, gave him an air of mystery, while his neatly styled dark hair added to his enigmatic aura. His deep-set eyes held an intensity that made it difficult to look away, as if they could see right through the crowd.

With long, purposeful strides, he walked through the college gates, the weight of his presence alone parting the sea of students before him. No one knew who he was—yet. But something about him, the way he carried himself, the power in his silence, suggested that he was someone who would not go unnoticed for long.

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As the tall man strode through the corridors, his polished black shoes barely making a sound against the marble floor, a hush seemed to follow in his wake. The students who had been chattering moments ago fell silent, their eyes tracking his every movement. His dark gaze remained unwavering, fixed ahead, unfazed by the attention he was garnering.

When he reached the staff room, he pushed open the door with effortless ease and stepped inside. The room, usually filled with casual chatter and the rustling of papers, fell into an eerie silence. The female staff members, seated at their desks or pouring themselves coffee, froze mid-action, their eyes drawn to the striking figure before them.

He was undeniably handsome—his well-tailored suit emphasizing his broad shoulders, his perfectly sculpted jawline shadowed with the slightest hint of stubble. But it wasn’t just his looks that made him impossible to ignore; it was the aura he carried. A quiet confidence. A presence that demanded attention without a single word spoken.

Some of the ladies exchanged quick, knowing glances; a few tucked their hair behind their ears, straightened their postures, or adjusted their scarves, suddenly conscious of their appearance. Others simply stared, unable to look away from the man who had just walked in as if he owned the place.

But he, oblivious—or perhaps indifferent—to the effect he was having, didn’t spare a glance at any of them. His dark eyes remained cold, focused solely on whatever business had brought him here. He strode toward the far end of the room with a purposeful grace, unfazed by the silent admiration around him, as though he were used to being the centre of attention yet uninterested in it.

The room remained still, the air thick with curiosity, admiration, and perhaps even a touch of intrigue. Who was he? And more importantly, why was he here?

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As the tall man stepped out of the staff room, his expression remained unreadable, his mind focused on the lecture he was about to deliver. His long strides carried him down the corridor with quiet authority, his presence still lingering in the air like an unsolved mystery.

But then, in the midst of his steady pace, something—someone—caught his attention.

She stood there, leaning slightly against the wall, flipping through the pages of her notebook, lost in her own world. A soft breeze from the open window played with her long, flowing hair, which cascaded down to her waist in effortless waves. She was dressed simply—an elegant kurti paired with jeans—yet there was something about her that made her stand out, an unintentional grace that drew the eye.

And then it happened.

As if guided by fate, their eyes met.

Her deep brown eyes lifted from the notebook, locking onto his dark, intense gaze. For a moment, time seemed to pause. The bustling corridor faded into the background, the sounds of chattering students dissolving into silence. It was just the two of them, caught in an unspoken exchange, something far beyond words.

There was a quiet curiosity in her gaze, a flicker of something she couldn’t quite place. And in his eyes—so deep, so unreadable—there was something almost magnetic, as if he were seeing something he hadn’t expected.

Neither moved. Neither looked away.

It was a moment so fleeting yet so intense that it left an imprint, as if the universe itself had conspired to make them cross paths.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, the moment broke. Someone called her name from the other end of the corridor, and she blinked, lowering her gaze. He, too, tore his eyes away, regaining his composure.

Without a word, he resumed his walk, his expression as composed as ever. But something had shifted.

She watched him go, her heart beating just a little faster than before, her mind replaying that brief yet unforgettable eye contact.

And somewhere deep inside, both of them knew—this was not the last time their paths would cross.