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Abhinav couldn't shake the thought of the mysterious girl he had encountered in the temple. The vivid memory of her concerned expression lingered in his mind, the way her eyes crinkled with empathy for his mother, how her lips pursed in worry, and the deep furrows that lined her forehead, all revealing her genuine concern. Everything about her resonated with him—the depth of her caring nature, the light in her light brown eyes, and the aura of strength that surrounded her.
"Sir, should we go in?" His secretary, Aman, broke through his reverie, prompting him to refocus on the task ahead.
"Yes, we sho—" Abhinav began, but his voice trailed off as his gaze caught something—or rather, someone—through the throng of excited students. There she was, Ruhanika, her light brown eyes staring at him with an intensity that was both inviting and secretive, as if she were trying to steal a moment of connection without anyone noticing.
His heart raced as he tried to move toward her, but the crowd surged around him, blocking his view. Every twist and turn brought only frustration as he searched for the familiar face that stirred something deep within him. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward her, an unquenchable thirst to bridge the distance between them. Just as he was about to step in her direction, he was halted by a new voice.
"Mr. Shekhawat, nice to meet you. I am Krishna Murthi, the dean of the campus," the man said, extending his hand with a smile that seemed rehearsed. "As your PA instructed us, all the students are waiting for you in the campus hall."
Abhinav nodded, his preference for minimal conversation with strangers evident in his terse reply. He had little patience for those who sought attention or associated with him solely for fame. This demeanor had become his shield, creating an aura of coldness and detachment around him.
"Sir, this way, please," the dean urged, gesturing toward the hall.
Abhinav followed, his disdain for superficial interactions palpable. As he walked through the bustling campus, he noticed the excited whispers and eager faces of the students, all drawn to him like moths to a flame. He inhaled deeply, steeling himself for what lay ahead, determined to keep a safe distance from those who would seek to exploit his fame.
