𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Chapter 5 Plan

Avyaan

I woke up to the soft glow of my alarm clock, the gentle hum of the device easing me into consciousness. I stretched, feeling the softness of my bed beneath me, the silence of my flat a comforting embrace.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet sinking into the plush carpet. My morning routine was a sacred ritual, a series of precise movements that set the tone for the day. I began with a quick workout, my muscles flexing in the mirror as I pushed myself through a series of swift exercises.

Next came the shower, the warm water cascading down my skin like a gentle rain. I dressed in comfortable layers, my fingers moving with precision as I tied my shoes.

I headed to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. I sipped the dark liquid, feeling its bold flavors course through my veins.

With my energy levels boosted, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. My bike, a sleek and sexy machine, waited for me in the parking lot. I swung my leg over the saddle, feeling the familiar thrill of freedom as I hit the open road.

The university was a 10-minute ride away, the wind whipping through my hair as I pedaled hard. I loved this part of my day, the rush of adrenaline and the sense of solitude.

I parked my bike and made my way to class, my eyes scanning the crowded hallways with a hint of disdain. I preferred my own company, the quiet of my flat refuge from the chaos of the world.

I strode into class, my eyes scanning the room until they landed on Karan, my only friend in this sea of acquaintances. He was already seated, his eyes fixed on me as I made my way over. I nodded at him, taking my seat beside him.

Unfortunately, Nitika and her friends were also in this class, their giggles and chatter grating on my nerves. I ignored them, focusing on my own thoughts as I pulled out my notes.

But my gaze kept drifting back to Nitika, her sharp tongue and quick wit somehow intriguing me. I couldn't explain why, but I found myself wanting to rile her up, to see that spark of annoyance in her eyes.

"Bro, something going on between you and Nitika?" Karan asked, his voice low and curious.

I glared at him, my expression stern. "Nothing."

Karan raised an eyebrow but didn't push the issue. "Okay."

I appreciated Karan's silence, his understanding that sometimes words were unnecessary. We were similar in that way, preferring to observe and listen rather than indulge in pointless chatter.

The professor arrived, and the class fell silent as we began our lecture. I focused on the material, my mind absorbing the information with ease. But my awareness of Nitika lingered, a nagging sense that I couldn't quite shake.

As the lecture ended, I watched Nitika launch into another verbal diarrhea, her words spewing out like a never-ending fountain. I couldn't fathom how she had so much to say, her mouth moving a mile a minute. I shook my head, wondering if she ever paused for breath.

Nishanth called out to her, and she responded with a sugary sweet "Hii, hello?" her tone dripping with  charm. I rolled my eyes, marveling at her ability to switch personas like a chameleon. With me, she was icy and hostile, but with others, she was all smiles and sweetness.

I was Avyaan, the guy who didn't give a damn about anyone or anything. But there was something about her that was slowly cracking my armor.

I couldn't comprehend why I even cared about her behavior, but my mind seemed fixated on her contradictions.