17 parts Ongoing 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.
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.
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.
"You've been asleep for a long time," Ishaan said quietly, his voice softer now, his fingers brushing against hers gently. "I was getting worried, Aaravi. I didn't know what to do. Anvi left a while ago, but I couldn't bring myself to leave you alone."
"You're always full of surprises, Professor," she finally managed to say, her voice soft, teasing.
