𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒒𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏[ "أقحوان]

part 2

Author pov:

Ghalib straddled the black bike with effortless confidence, his strong hands gripping the handlebars.

The engine roared to life, purring like a beast, and he smirked darkly, admiring the bike as if it were an extension of himself. "A black princess  built for me only"

he muttered, running his hand over its sleek exterior. With a twist of the throttle, the bike surged forward, its power responding to his every command.

His helmet concealed most of his features, but his piercing blue eyes, glowing like the devil himself, were visible.

As he sped down the road, his presence was commanding, a rogue rider with the power to make anyone tremble in his wake.

. His blue eyes are only thing which was showing behind the helmet as those eyes were glowing like devil. A devil which can show you your wrath.

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His destination was his university. As he  speed up more. His black bike's engine roaring a little.

he pulled up to the university gate,his piercing blue eyes gazing to the big university.

the bike's engine roaring one last time before he brought it to a halt. The sound of the engine echoed through the air,

drawing the attention of students passing by. He swiftly dismounted the bike, he smoothly removed his helmet,
revealing his tousled hair and striking features.

His hair was covering his blue eyes from outer world.
As He stepped inside  the university ground.
Being half Bangladeshi doesn't lessen up anything.

His 6 feet height, muscular frame, extremly handsome face, and two sharp fox like blue eyes and cherry on top he is white.

.the usual effect he had on girls became evident.

A chorus of squeals and whispers filled the air, the girls admiring his imposing presence. Ghalib was undoubtedly the object of many fantasies,

The sound of Ghalib's footsteps echoed through the campus, commanding attention as he walked with effortless confidence.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored jacket and designer clothes, his presence exuded wealth and dominance. His sharp, cold blue eyes scanned the hallway, freezing any girl who dared to meet his gaze.

Without a word, they lowered their eyes in submission,

the air around him heavy with arrogance and mystery. His aloofness earned him the nickname "Mysterious Blue," a figure whose icy demeanor and unapproachable attitude captivated everyone, yet pushed them all away.

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His every step commanded attention, and he effortlessly commanded the room with his presence. The students, both male and female,

Couldn't help but watch him with a mixture of awe and jealousy. They knew he was out of reach, the epitome of the untouchable bad boy,

Each step he took was unhurried, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as he approached the teacher with a lazy, confident stride. When he finally spoke, his deep, gravelly voice filled the room, dripping with indifference.

“ I don’t suppose it’d bother you if I took a seat?”
.His tone was so flat, so dismissive and deep, it was clear he couldn’t care less about the teacher’s approval.

The teacher glanced up, momentarily caught off guard by the aura that trailed after him like a shadow—a presence as intimidating as it was indifferent.