He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

The jerk's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me she's our classmate." My eyes mirrored his shock. "Wait, what? He's our classmate?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. Aleena nodded. "Yes, he's Avyaan Parekh." I couldn't believe it. "Well, well, well," Avyaan said, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other, NI-TI-KA" I rolled my eyes, my mind racing with witty comebacks. But before I could respond, Aleena intervened. "Okay, let's not make a scene here. We have classes to attend" I nodded, grateful for the rescue. As we walked away, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Avyaan. He was still smirking, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I made a sign with my hand, like I was going to punch him, and raised an eyebrow in a threatening gesture. Avyaan just smiled lazily and twisted his finger near his forehead, like he was screwing an invisible light bulb. The universal sign for "you're crazy".