"You have no idea what I am going to do now .........Love!"
Dark Romance
Betrayer
Hate
Forced
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He got her but she ............ran away
*Zade cursed under his breath as she suddenly ran away. He quickly pulls himself together, risi...
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By the time the seminar ended, I was already halfway dead from boredom. My notebook had three lines of actual notes and about ten pages of random doodles — mostly coffee mugs and people's ugly shoes.
I slipped out before the crowd started clogging the hallway, tugging my tote bag higher on my shoulder. My phone buzzed the second I stepped out.
Ahaan.
Ahaan: Survived Professor Doom? Tara: Barely. Ahaan: Did he throw equations at you? Tara: Worse. Words. Endless words.
I smiled, typing as I walked toward the café.
Ahaan: You didn't listen, did you? Tara: Of course, I did. To the part where he said, "You may leave now."
His reply came with three laughing emojis and one "you're hopeless."
The café was buzzing, full of loud conversations and the smell of burnt coffee beans. I slid into my favorite window spot — the one with the chipped wooden table and the view of the quad. My sneakers tapped softly to the beat of the song playing through my earbuds.
I wasn't drinking alcohol anymore — not after last night's chaos — so this coffee was my redemption. Black, bitter, perfect.
The afternoon sunlight fell in warm patches across the floor, painting lazy shapes that made me want to nap right there. For a second, life felt... quiet. Normal.
And I liked that.
Riya joined me a few minutes later, tossing her bag onto the chair beside me. "You were the talk of the college this morning, Miss Drama Queen."
I sipped my coffee. "I'm always the talk of the college. It's exhausting being this iconic."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Anyway, rumor says the new professor's going to stay on campus this semester. Big deal apparently."
I shrugged. "Good for him. I hope he gives fewer lectures and more holidays."
"You're incorrigible."
"Thanks, I try."
We talked about everything and nothing — Ahaan's stupid pranks, my sister's upcoming wedding, Riya's endless rants about her ex — until the sun dipped low outside the window.
No drama. No chaos. Just an easy, golden evening.
Exactly how I wanted it.
Across the courtyard, through the soft reflection of glass, Zade Rahim stood with a senior board member, his hands folded behind his back, eyes scanning the campus as if memorizing it.
He wasn't watching her. Not deliberately. But his gaze paused — briefly — when it reached the café window.
There she was. The girl from last night's guest list, from this morning's seminar. Laughing. Carefree. Entirely unaware.
