Vriti couldn't believe her eyes.

For a moment, Abeer had felt less like a real person and more like a dream. She blinked a few times and looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

But he was gone.

There was no sign of him anywhere.

Glancing at her watch, her eyes widened.

"Shit! I'm late for class!"

Without wasting another second, she grabbed her bag and ran toward the academic block.

By some miracle, she reached the classroom just before the professor arrived.

"The professor isn't here yet. I made it!" she thought with relief.

Quickly, she settled into the first empty seat she could find. The seat beside her remained vacant.

A few moments later, the professor walked in.

"Good morning, everyone. Welcome to college life. Congratulations on starting this new journey," he said warmly.

The lecture went surprisingly well, and before she knew it, the class was over.

As Vriti stepped outside, she noticed groups of students chatting, laughing, and gossiping. But something seemed to have captured everyone's attention.

The basketball court.

Curious, she followed the crowd.

The moment she reached the court, she understood why.

There he was.

Abeer Diwan.

Dressed in a simple sports jersey, he moved effortlessly across the court. His tall, lean frame was glistening with sweat, and his wavy hair bounced with every movement. Under the afternoon sun, his fair skin had taken on a slight reddish tint.

He jumped.

Another perfect basket.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

"He's so hot," a voice said from behind her.

Vriti turned around and immediately smiled.

"Trisha!"

It was her only close friend from school.

The two hugged warmly.

"You're late," Vriti teased.

"I know, I know. But this isn't school anymore, so stop acting like my teacher," Trisha replied dramatically.

Both of them burst into laughter.

Their attention soon returned to the court.

Another basket.

More cheers.

Girls around them were practically screaming for Abeer to notice them, but he seemed completely unaffected by all the attention.

A few minutes later, the match ended.

Abeer's team had won.

Ignoring the excited crowd around him, he simply picked up his bag and walked away, leaving dozens of disappointed fan girls staring after him.

"Who is he?" Vriti asked casually.

Trisha looked surprised.

"You seriously don't know?"

Vriti shook her head.

"That's Abeer Diwan. The only heir of the Diwan Group of Industries. He's also one of the college toppers and our senior."

"Oh..."

The word escaped Vriti's lips in quiet amazement.

As they continued walking, Trisha checked the time.

"Our next class is in an hour. Let's go to the canteen and eat something."

"You go ahead," Vriti replied. "I forgot some books in the library. I'll get them first."

"Alright. See you later."

With that, Trisha left.

As Vriti walked alone, her thoughts immediately drifted back to Abeer.

How can someone be so perfect?

Good-looking, intelligent, rich, athletic...

At this point, he doesn't even seem human.

And why is he so ridiculously handsome?

Completely lost in her thoughts, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going.

And just like earlier-

Thud.

She bumped into someone.

Again.

"Ah! I'm really sorry. I didn't see you-"

Her words died instantly.

Because standing in front of her was Abeer.

Again.

Her brain stopped functioning.

For the second time that day.

She stared at him, unable to form a proper sentence.

Abeer looked at her for a moment before speaking.

"I think you need glasses."

Vriti blinked.

"What?"

A faint smile appeared on his face.

The kind of smile that lasted only a second.

Then he walked away.

Vriti stood there frozen.

Once again.

A few seconds later, she finally processed what had happened.

"Wait..."

Her eyes widened.

"Was he making fun of me?"

She groaned dramatically.

"Oh God, I'm such a clown. Why do I keep embarrassing myself in front of him?"

Completely forgetting about the library, she changed direction and headed straight to the canteen.

The moment she spotted Trisha, she dropped into the chair opposite her.

Trisha was halfway through a burger when Vriti suddenly snatched it from her hand and took a huge bite.

"Hey! That's mine!" Trisha protested.

"Order another one."

"Why?"

"Because I'm hungry... and embarrassed."

Trisha stared at her.

"What does that even mean?"

"I don't know."

Vriti took another bite.

Looking at her friend's exhausted expression, Trisha decided not to ask any more questions.

Ins

tead, she simply shook her head.

"Weirdo."

And for once, Vriti couldn't even argue with that.