Love: The Language of the Heart

Chapter 3

Vivaan's POV

After a lot of drama at the front desk, we finally headed to our rooms. I felt a bit disappointed; I had hoped to stay with Aryan and thought this year would be a fun one, where we could catch up and learn more about each other's lives over the past few years.

But on the bright side, I might make a new friend.

As I walked down the quiet hallway to my assigned room, I couldn't help but wonder who my new roommate would be. The faint scent of fresh paint mingled with the smell of cleaning supplies, a reminder that a new academic year was beginning.

When I reached my room, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly before opening the door. Inside, I found a girl about my age, with a friendly smile and an easygoing demeanor. She was sleeping, her side of the room was well decorated and organised.

I tiptoed inside, trying not to disturb her. As I quietly unpacked my things, I took in the details of her side of the room. Colorful posters adorned the walls, and fairy lights framed her bed, giving the space a cozy, inviting feel. A small bookshelf was filled with an eclectic mix of novels, and a soft rug lay beside her bed.

In about an hour I completed all the unpacking, arranging my clothes in the cupboard and putting some photos on the study desk.

As I was moving towards the bed I accidently hit a photo

"BANG" it fell on the ground causing the glass to shatter

Avani's POV

My sweet sleep was disturbed by a loud bang.

As I woke up I saw a guy on his knees facing in the opposite direction picking large pieces of glass from the ground.

I was somehow scared by the sight of the glass and I assumed that that guy was a serial killer who is going to kill me.

"Killer" I screamed.

"RUN" my mind told me.

Unable to process anything I ran toward the door in full speed.

I ran in the side of the other bed and was about to fall Mr Serial killer caught me.

We stared in each others eyes for a few minutes before he decided to break the ice.

" Killer ?" he questioned.

His question brought me back to reality and I tried to get up only causing me to fall in his arms again.

Our staring buisness started again. It continued till he decided to let me go. He gently placed me on the bed and started moving to the pieces of glass on the floor.

"I am not a killer you know" he said "I know this is not the best first impression but hey I'm Vivaan Malhotra, your new roommate. you see I was unpacking and a photo frame just sliped from my hand."

He said a few more words after that but my mind was focused on a different thing, his hand. Their was a fresh cut on his hand, from which a stream of blood was continuously flowing down on the floor. Somewhere in my heart I knew this was my mistake, my scream might have caused him to cut himself in his rush to pick up the glass. I felt a pang of guilt and anxiety.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I noticed the blood pooling around his hand.

Vivaan glanced at his hand, his face paling as he noticed the blood trickling down. "Oh, it's nothing major," he said with a weak smile. "Just a bit of blood, nothing to worry about."

I scrambled off the bed, my initial fear now replaced by concern, the cut was quite deep and the blood came out at an alarming rate."Here, let me help," I said, reaching for a nearby drawer where I kept a first aid kit. I fumbled with the drawer, my hands shaking as I pulled out antiseptic wipes and bandages.

Vivaan watched me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "You really don't have to go through all that trouble. It's just a little cut."

"Just a little cut that could get infected," I retorted, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Please, let me help."

He nodded, albeit reluctantly, and extended his hand toward me. I took a deep breath and gently cleaned the cut with the antiseptic wipe, trying to be as careful as possible. Vivaan winced slightly but didn't pull away.

As I wrapped the bandage around his hand, our eyes met again, and I could see a spark of understanding in his gaze. "I'm really sorry about screaming. I didn't know who you were, and the glass... well, it kind of freaked me out."

Vivaan chuckled softly. "No harm done. I probably would have reacted the same way if our roles were reversed."

I managed a small, relieved smile. "I guess we're both off to a bit of a rough start, huh?"

"Seems like it," Vivaan agreed with a friendly grin. "But hey, this could be the start of a great story. A dramatic first meeting that turns into a lasting friendship?"

I nodded, feeling the tension ease between us. "I hope so. Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Avani Chakraborty, a first-year master's student studying English and Theatre."

We both shared a laugh, the initial awkwardness melting away. As the evening progressed, we talked more, exchanging stories and getting to know each other. By the time the sun set, the room felt more like home, and the uneasy start had turned into the beginning of something new.

Our unexpected first meeting, marked by shattered glass and a mix-up, had already begun to lay the foundation for a unique and memorable friendship.

Later That Night

I was on the balcony, trying to process everything. The name "Vivaan Malhotra" echoed in my mind, I cannot help but think that he looked oddly familiar, and suddenly, it clicked—he was the Vivaan from high school, the one who had always been the center of attention. I had resented him then for stealing the spotlight, and now I was faced with him again. It only fueled my irritation.

I hated the fact that I had helped him with his cut. Back in high school, his charm had overshadowed my talents, and it seemed like history was repeating itself. He might not have been at fault for my past grievances, but it didn't make my feelings any easier to manage. This year was supposed to be about moving forward, not dealing with old annoyances.

The thought of having him as a roommate filled me with frustration, but I resolved to try and keep things civil. For now, I would focus on getting through the year, even if it meant dealing with the one person I least wanted to see again.

like why, why me.