𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏 ✦𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆✦ 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Samyra harbors a secret crush on her classmate Riyan but keeps her feelings hidden. Years later, a chance encounter reignites their connection, revealing hidden truths and unexpect...
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I attended my first lecture today. The professor had a calm and soft nature, which immediately put me at ease. I usually don't praise people easily, but he was genuinely impressive. Before I knew it, the lecture was over, leaving me with a sense of time well spent. I didn't interact with anyone because as soon as I found my seat, the professor arrived and started the lecture without wasting any time.
For the second lecture, I had to go to another classroom, located on the left side of the first one. I packed my bag and walked towards the door, my mind still buzzing with thoughts from the previous class.
As I reached the hallway, someone called my name. Instinctively, I turned to look back, and in my distraction, I collided with a solid chest.
I stumbled slightly and felt a firm hand steadying me. I opened my eyes and looked up, my breath catching as our eyes met. He was tall and strikingly handsome, with tousled hair that added to his charm. But it was his eyes that held me captive—mesmerizing, deep blue eyes that felt like staring into an endless ocean. For a moment, everything around me faded, and I was completely lost in them.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and my heart skipped a beat. It was a sensation I couldn't quite describe, a mix of excitement and nervousness that left me feeling light-headed.
This must be what they mean by love at first sight, I thought, as a warm blush crept up my cheeks. After realizing I was staring, I quickly stepped back. "I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled warmly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "No worries, it was my fault too," he replied, his voice smooth and reassuring. With a shy smile, I nodded and hurriedly continued towards my class, my heart still racing.
As I walked, I couldn't stop thinking about him. During my class, I couldn't stop thinking about him. How could someone be so effortlessly handsome? Every detail of his face replayed in my mind, from his messy hair to those mesmerizing blue eyes. I desperately hoped to see him again after class and even wished he was in my class.
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As luck would have it, in the third lecture, when I returned to the classroom and scanned the room, there he was, sitting on the second bench of the middle row. I silently thanked the universe for this blessing.
By some divine intervention, the bench right behind him was empty. I quickly made my way there, ensuring no one else could take it. Settling in, I placed my right hand on the desk, leaned my cheek against my palm, and couldn't help but smile as I gazed at him. He was engrossed in conversation with his friends, and his voice was like music to my ears.
