Chapter 1

Chapter 1

AUTHOR’S POV 

The whole university  campus is filled with students , students rushing past with coffee cups, laughter spilling across the courtyard . A great chaos that somehow made sense here.

Students roaming here and there in groups and some nerds drowned themselves in books  standing in the corridor .

The roar of the engine echoed through the college gates like thunder on a clear sky. Heads turned. Conversations paused. Even the birds seemed to hush.

A sleek black bike zoomed in, weaving smoothly through the crowd of students. Sitting astride it—aviators on, hair flying wild in the wind—was none other than Lavanya Tripathi.

She wasn’t just riding the bike.

She owned it.

As she screeched to a stylish halt near the main entrance, her boots hit the ground with a confident thud. She pulled off her helmet in slow motion—yes, full Bollywood style—and shook her hair loose.

Her friends already waiting for her near the entrance, see her then shook their hands in the sky to call her and shouted - here lavanya 

One of them shouted - “Queen’s here”,

She goes towards them walking boldly like she owns the land, she walks on .

While the audience was already present there , her juniors - who were impressed by her  actually clapped , one of them muttered - “she’s so hot . like straight out of a movie ,bro.”

She reached towards them smirked, tossing her helmet onto her shoulder , “Good morning , peasants” , she teased.

Her friends burst into laughter , but their energy didn’t seem to faze Lavanya . She is used to it .

Being a Centre of attraction was something she’d grown accustomed to over the years . But there's one thing her friends didn't know about her — there is more to her that just the wild side they adored. Beneath the leather jacket ,and fearless grins , there’s a part of Lavanya she kept hidden from the world .

As they walked inside the college building, the corridor was full of chatter , laughter and more chaotic than usual days. And this is all Not because of any exams or any college drama but—-because of a RUMOR . yes a rumor ,a very specific and intriguing rumor .

“Did you hear , a new professor is joining today ?” , someone whispered this

"Yeah, I heard he's, like, insanely handsome," another girl giggled, clutching her notebook like it could calm her racing heart.

"But strict. Like... no-nonsense, stare-through-your-soul strict,” someone added, her tone dropping dramatically. “They say he got transferred from Delhi University because he’s too intense.”

The gossip spread like wildfire. Every corner of the college echoed with versions of the same story.

Lavanya rolled her eyes and kept walking while sipping her cold coffee- “please , they said the same about the previous guy and  he couldn't even pronounce “ psychology “she muttered.

Samaira said playfully - “Yeah, but this one’s different. Rumor has it, he doesn’t smile. At all. And he's supposed to start with our department."

“And apparently…” another girl leaned in like she was about to reveal the secret code to a treasure map, “he’s single.”

Gasps. Squeals. More chaos.

Lavanya  just scoffed, tossing her empty cup in the bin. “Strict or not, if he tries that tough-guy act with me, he’s in for a rude awakening.”

Little did she know... he wasn’t just any professor.
And he wasn’t here to play games.

 Because the man walking through the college gates at that very moment—dressed in black, sharp-jawed, eyes like winter—wasn't just a professor.

There is many more secrets that are hidden behind this 

LAVANYA POV ➖

As I entered the college I saw my gang uff my paltan standing near the gate waiting for me aka their queen yeah , that's what they like to call me .( I don't mind…hehehe)

The crowd was going more insane than usual . But I wasn't really  paying much attention . My boots clicked against the marble floor as I walked through the corridor , brushing past exciting whispers and dramatic gasps .Just enjoying my precious cold coffee , bruhh cold coffee is love ,can't compromise it for anything. 

“A new professor,” they said.

“Insanely handsome,” they sighed.

“No smile. Transferred from Delhi,” they whispered like it was a national scandal.

Honestly? I wasn’t impressed. I’d heard the same old nonsense before—every time someone remotely decent-looking stepped into this college with a degree in hand and a God complex in their pocket.

I took a slow sip of my cold coffee, letting the cool bitterness balance the heat of my growing boredom. Another mysterious, brooding man in a blazer who thinks being rude is a personality trait? Pass.

But then…

Something shifted.

I didn’t hear him.
I felt him.

A presence.
Like a cold gust of wind in the middle of May.

I turned my head—casually, like I wasn’t curious—and that’s when I saw him.

Black shirt.
Black trousers.
Sharp jawline like it had been carved with precision.
And those eyes—piercing, unreadable, like winter had a human form.

He didn’t walk in. He arrived.

And in that one moment… something in me blinked.

For the first time in a long time, I forgot what sarcasm felt like.
For a second—just a second—I forgot how to breathe.

Wait. What?

No. No. Lavanya Tripathi does not freeze. I’ve faced judges, rude exes, cops—and I’ve walked away with a smirk each time.

So why did this man make me forget my own stride?

Nope. Not happening.
He’s just another professor.
Another guy in black.

Strict? Bring it on.
Silent? I’ll make him talk.
Unimpressed? Oh sweetheart, I love a challenge.

He doesn’t know it yet…
But class is about to begin.

And I’m no ordinary student.

Let's see what would happen ……

AUTHOR’S POV:

The classroom was buzzing like a beehive—voices overlapping, desks being dragged, laughter bouncing off the walls. Students were settling into their usual spots, unaware that today… their routine was about to change forever.

And then—she entered.

Lavanya Tripathi walked in with her gang like she was stepping onto a fashion runway. Heads turned. Whispers followed. She wore her confidence like a crown, every step loud enough to demand attention, yet effortless enough to pretend she didn’t crave it.

Her friends flanked her like loyal warriors, scanning the room for their perfect spot.

Back benches, obviously.
Their throne.

Lavanya tossed her bag onto the desk and slumped down like she owned the whole department. One boot crossed over the other, an amused smile tugging at her lips.

Then—
The door creaked.

Silence fell.

He walked in like a shadow dipped in mystery. Black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, expression unreadable. He didn’t need to speak—his presence alone quieted the room.

Students straightened in their seats. Phones slipped into bags. Whisperers went mute.

He stood before the class, his hands folded behind him, eyes scanning every single face like he could see right through them.

Finally, he spoke.

“I’m Professor Veer. Business Psychology. First-year and final-year batches—I’ll be taking both. I don’t repeat myself, and I don’t entertain nonsense. If you’re here to learn, I’ll teach you. If not... leave now.”

Not a single soul moved.

Not even Lavanya.

But her smirk had vanished—replaced by curiosity.
For the first time, someone had entered a room and didn’t blink at her spotlight.

And that?
That made it personal.

PROFESSOR VEER’S POV:

The sun was too bright for my liking. Or maybe I was just used to Delhi’s gloom. Either way, Udaipur felt too… open. Too noisy. Too alive.

I walked past the college gates with zero interest in blending in. My only goal was clear—stay low, teach the subject, avoid distractions. No attachments. No friendships. No mess.

I’d already seen the welcome stares from staff, and heard the muttering from the admin desk. New professors always make noise—but me? I make silence louder.

The corridor was crowded, filled with students trying too hard to matter. Phones flashing, laughter echoing, fake confidence dripping from every corner.

Pathetic.

Until I reached the classroom.

I pushed open the door—and it hit me.

A wave of youthful chaos instantly stilled in my presence.

Good.

I liked control.

I scanned the class… and that’s when I saw her.

Backbench. Legs crossed. Hair wild. Expression untamed.
She didn’t look curious.
She looked… challenging.

And for the first time in months, I paused.

Just for a second.

But that was enough.

Because I knew the type—
The ones who look like fire and walk like storms.
The ones who test limits just to see if they can be broken.

She didn’t know it yet…
But I don’t break.

I bend steel. I bend mind.

Let’s see what breaks first—her ego… or my rules.