"You are mine!" he declared.
"I can never be," her words came out as a mumble.
"I don't take 'no' for an answer," he said, pulling her closer.
"This is wrong," she resisted.
"Nothing is wrong when you're in love." With that, he claimed her for etern...
"Samaira! Wake up! It's 9 o'clock!" Richa's loud voice pierced Samaira's ears as she stretched her arms wide.
It was her first day at St. Xavier's, and she was still in bed.
"It's your first day, not mine! Hurry up, Samy!" Richa shouted this time.
Samaira groaned, giving her an annoyed look, then quickly got up, realizing she had no other choice.
She slipped into a dark blue dress that ended above her knees, and both of them ran out of the hostel, heading toward their classes, already running late.
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As they hurried, Samaira admired the campus. It was vast and stunning.
She noticed groups had already formed—some students were being ragged by their seniors, while others laughed heartily at some unknown joke.
She smiled, breathing in the fresh air as they neared their class.
"Rich! Where's the washroom? I need to go," she said, shifting restlessly.
"What? We're already late, Sam! Go later, now we have to get to class," Richa tried to drag her along.
"What do you mean, 'go later'? It's nature's call; I can't control it! You go ahead, I'll catch up," Samaira insisted.
Richa mumbled directions, and Samaira immediately left.
She walked straight, turned left, found the women's washroom on the left, and entered.
What she saw made her freeze.
It was the men's washroom.
Several guys stood there, busy with their 'creativity' on the walls. They all turned to look at her, their expressions priceless.
They burst out laughing.
Samaira wished the ground would swallow her whole. She felt utterly humiliated.
She screamed, closing her eyes to block out the sight, and ran out faster than a bullet train.
She quickly realized it was a prank—someone had swapped the nameplates on the doors.
She was pissed off but couldn't help laughing at the absurdity of her first day. She looked around to see if anyone had witnessed her embarrassment, and, unfortunately, many students had.
She spotted a group of guys hiding behind a pillar, their faces revealing they were the pranksters.
She glared at them and noticed one guy standing expressionless. His features were striking. She found herself staring at him. His eyes were a mesmerizing mix of fire and ice, calm and deep yet capable of burning anyone who met his gaze.
She turned away and left.
The guys remained, some laughing, some chatting, but the one who had caught her eye watched her until she disappeared from sight.
