Aanya's POV
So.. I reached the place.
“Doon college of education”.. It's not my dream college but it will fulfill my dream.. My dream of living the life my parents lived here.
And yes Shanaya is also here.. We girls do need a best friend with us.
After last week's incident.. Granny has become scared .. She's afraid that this way my identity will be disclosed.. But I've promised her to stay away from this.
“Oh come on princess. You are always slow..”
Shanaya was shouting at me as she was too excited to have a tour of the college.
We entered the place and were roaming around.. We went towards the main corridor and saw a display board their.
The board had the group photographs of the students of various batches..
I was looking for my parents.
And my eyes found them
And it was beautiful..
I thought this was from the Prom night when my mom came to know the reality..
I looked closely.. I found mom dad and of course Misha...
She is still in contact with me.. And yes she has asked me to not call her Aunt.. As she is too young for that..
I smiled looking at the picture.
I was turning back to go when a face attracted me.
A boy.. He was also their with mom n Misha..
“Who is he?”
I thought... He looks as a close friend of them but none told me about him.
But that face... There's something wrong with it.. I can sense the danger here.
We were getting late so we went towards the office to submit our application forms and had our time table.
“Excuse me”
Someone called and we turned.
“Hey! Actually you dropped your purse in the corridor.. I was calling you since then but you didn't listened ”
He said
“Oh! Thank you so much.. ”
He smiled.. I looked at Shanaya and she was already drooling over him.
“We have a class.. We'll meet you again ”
I said smiling at him and pulled Shanaya with me.
“You're such an evil.. He was about to fall in love with me..”
She said and all I could do was laugh at her.
We were sitting in the class.
It was literature time.
The same boy we met in the corridor entered the class and everyone stood up and wished him
“Oooohhh shit.. He's a professor ”
We both whispered.
He looked at us and smiled.
Might have heard us.
“So students this is Professor Ruhaan for you and I'll be taking your literature classes.. I'm writing my personal number on the board. Do save it and contact if you have any problem ”
He said
He looked too young to be a Professor.. He was handsome.. Very... But .. He is our professor so... Shut up..
All these random thoughts were running in my mind and I didn't note down his number..
“I would love if all of you note down my number”
He said smiling at me
I looked down and wrote it.
We had an hour's lecture and the way he taught us was just perfect.
He himself was perfect. Many times during the lecture, I caught him staring at me .. Whenever we had an eye contact .. He used to smile at me and I blushed.
“He's mine”
Shanaya whispered in my ear
I laughed.
“So that's it for the day!! Lets continue tomorrow.”
He said and everyone got up and rushed towards the door.
He came closer and said with a smile.
“I think I gave you both a surprise. ”
“Yes! You are too handsome to be a Professor ”
Shanaya said
He raised an eyebrow at her and laughed.
“I'm Ruhaan ”
He said offering his hand to Shanaya
She shaked hands with him and told him her name.
Her phone rang and she went outside to talk.
He came to me and shaked hands .
“Aanya.”
I said
We were still holding hands
“Beautiful..”
He said softly..
“What?”
I asked..
“Your name.. I'm sure you'll call me soon ”
He said with a smile..
“Of course.. When I'll need you .. Sir!”
He nodded and left..
My heart was still beating faster.
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We were at our room resting..
“Oh Aanya he's so handsome..I wish he asks me for a date..”
I laughed at her.. It's the tenth time she said this since our small chat with him.
Indeed he's handsome. But the thing which was bothering me was that guy whom I saw in that picture.. He was their with Mom and Misha..
He looked as their close friend but nobody told me about him.. He looked so mysterious .. There's something about him which I have to know.
But how?
