"Good morning, students."

The professor's voice echoed through the classroom, but only half the class was paying attention.

The other half was busy whispering, scrolling through their phones, or secretly eating snacks beneath the desks.

"...and these topics will definitely be included in your semester exams."

Pens immediately began moving across notebooks.

Except one.

At the last bench, Arnav lazily spun his pen between his fingers before dropping it on the desk with a sigh.

"Exams..." he muttered dramatically. "A beautiful reminder that life hates me."

His best friend, Aman, chuckled.

"You haven't even opened the textbook this semester."

"And whose fault is that?"

"...Yours."

"Exactly."

Aman blinked.

"That doesn't even make sense."

"It doesn't have to."

The two burst into quiet laughter until the professor shot them a warning look.

"Mr. Rajvansh."

Arnav straightened instantly.

"Yes, sir?"

"If you have completed today's lecture in advance, perhaps you'd like to teach the class?"

A few students giggled.

Arnav smiled shamelessly.

"I wouldn't want to steal your job, sir."

The entire class laughed this time.

The professor simply shook his head.

"Out."

"What?"

"Out of my class."

Arnav sighed dramatically before standing up.

"As you wish."

As he walked out, a few girls near the window tried to hide their smiles.

Someone whispered, "He's so funny."

Another sighed dreamily.

"I swear he's impossible not to like."

Arnav flashed them a careless grin before disappearing into the corridor.

Inside the classroom, silence slowly returned.

In the third row, by the window, sat a girl who hadn't looked up even once.

Khushi Garg.

A thick accounting book lay open before her.

Her neatly braided hair rested over one shoulder, while a pair of round spectacles slipped slightly down her nose. Without noticing, she pushed them back with one finger and continued writing detailed notes in perfectly straight lines.

The laughter...

The whispers...

Even Arnav being thrown out of class...

Nothing had managed to distract her.

Her entire focus remained on the professor's explanation.

When the lecture ended, students rushed out, discussing weekend plans.

Khushi quietly closed her notebook, arranging every pen, highlighter, and sticky note inside her bag with practiced precision.

She adjusted her glasses and headed toward the library.

As always.

Books never judged.

Books never interrupted.

Books never expected her to know how to start a conversation.

They simply waited for her.

Outside, the college campus buzzed with life.

Near the parking area, Arnav leaned casually against his bike, surrounded by a circle of friends.

"So..." Aman smirked. "Movie tonight?"

"I'm in."

"Café after that?"

"Obviously."

"And tomorrow's attendance?"

Arnav shrugged.

"We'll think about tomorrow... tomorrow."

Everyone laughed.

One by one, they climbed onto their bikes and rode away, their laughter echoing across the campus.

At the same moment, inside the library, Khushi settled into her favorite corner seat.

She opened her book.

Adjusted her glasses.

And disappeared into another world.

Just a few hundred meters apart...

Two classmates.

Two completely different lives.

Neither of them knew that fate had already begun writing a story where their worlds would soon collide.