The Seat Beside Her
Setting: First Lecture Hall — Department of Computer Science
The room hummed with nervous energy. New faces, whispered introductions, the awkward clatter of chairs being dragged. Students were finding their places, shuffling in with books, laptops, and dreams.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She sat near the window, sunlight hitting her hair just right. Siyara Banerjee—fresh-faced and bright-eyed, her white top still crisp, her black watch ticking quietly as she lined up her pens in perfect order. Her notes already had titles. Her smile was soft, natural, effortless.*
*She was excited for her first class. Eager. Unaware that the seat beside her was about to become her universe.*
*Yuvraj (walking in with slow confidence):
Black shirt. Rolled sleeves. A sleepy smirk playing on his lips as if he didn’t need to impress anyone—yet somehow, he did. A buzz followed him, subtle and constant, like the sound of a coming storm.*
Boy (whispering):
“That’s Yuvraj Rathore. Heard he topped in sports and parties back home.”
Girl:
“I heard he never dates the same girl twice.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He scanned the room lazily, like he was searching for something he didn’t know he was missing—until his gaze landed on her.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
There she was again.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(thinking):
“That girl from earlier... what’s she doing in my class?”
He walked past the other empty seats and stopped right beside her.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(smirking):
“This seat taken?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(smiling):
“Nope. But it comes with class notes and high expectations.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“High expectations? Good thing I’m a fast learner.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He dropped into the chair, leaning back with that signature arrogance while she sat up straight, focused, pen in hand.*
As the professor entered, students scrambled to settle.
Professor:
“Alright, welcome to your first semester of hell—I mean, Computer Science. Roll numbers don’t matter. Who knows the difference between a compiler and an interpreter?”
Until a soft voice answered clearly from the second row.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“A compiler translates the entire code at once, while an interpreter does it line-by-line.”
Heads turned.
Yuvraj raised a brow, impressed.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(leaning closer, low voice):
“Looks like I chose the right seat.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(grinning without looking at him):
“Let’s see if you can keep up.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(smirks):
“Don’t worry, Siyara. I always finish… top of the class.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(light laugh):
“Let’s hope you’re not all talk, Mr. Rathore.”
He looked at her, amused and a little thrown off. She didn’t flirt—she challenged. And that? That was something new.
And he didn’t know it yet…
But this girl was going to become the exam his heart would fail a hundred times over.
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