Rudra Kapoor was used to solving problems with his fists on the football field, not formulas in a classroom. Yet here he was, staring at a circuit diagram like it had personally offended him. The worst part? The girl beside him wasn’t even struggling.
Aanya Mehta was scribbling answers like she’d memorized the textbook backward.
“How do you know this stuff?” Rudra whispered, peeking over her shoulder. “Do you have a secret lab at home?”
“No. I have a brain,” she said sweetly, without even looking up.
He chuckled. “Must be nice. Mine just short-circuited trying to understand Kirchhoff’s Law.”
Aanya sighed. “It’s not that hard.”
“Neither is resisting your sarcasm, but here we are.”
She rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. “Try reading the question properly.”
He did. Twice. Still gibberish.
“Okay, tutor me,” he said, sliding his notebook closer to hers. “Think of it as charity.”
Aanya hesitated. Rudra Kapoor asking her for help? This had to be some kind of prank. But one glance at his confused expression — eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted in thought — and her inner nerd gave in.
“Fine. But don’t talk, don’t flirt, and no distractions.”
“No distractions,” he promised.
Five seconds later: “Your handwriting’s really pretty.”
Aanya groaned.
They spent the next twenty minutes with heads bent over notes. Aanya explained, Rudra attempted, and somewhere in between, something shifted. He wasn’t just the charming distraction anymore — he was genuinely trying.
And he kept looking at her. Not in the way most boys did — not at her body, her clothes, her face. He looked like he was reading her. Like every word she said was more fascinating than the question itself.
“I get it now,” he murmured.
“You do?” she asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” Rudra nodded, eyes on her instead of the circuit diagram. “You explain things well. Like, way too well. It's kind of hot.”
“Rudra!”
“What? You make Ohm’s Law sound seductive.”
She hit him with her pencil.
“Worth it,” he grinned.
The bell rang. Class over. Students rushed out.
But they didn’t move.
He glanced at her notebook, then at her. “Thanks, Einstein.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank your neurons for finally firing.”
He stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Same time tomorrow, tutor?”
“Only if you stop flirting.”
“No promises.”
He walked away — leaving Aanya staring at the mess of equations, unsure whether she’d just taught a lesson... or learned one.
💬 Flirty Quotes from Chapter Two:
“I might not understand electricity, but girl — you spark something every time you talk.”
“You explain circuits better than our teacher. Should I report him or just marry you?”
“If brainy is your type, I’ll start reading the syllabus... maybe.”
“You sure you’re not a formula? Because I’m constantly trying to figure you out.”
Teaser
Chapter Three: The Lab Partner Pact
“One lab bench. Two sworn rivals. Unlimited sparks.”
When Aanya finds herself paired with Rudra for the semester's biggest project, she vows to keep things strictly scientific. But Rudra? He’s already mixing formulas—and feelings.
“Careful, Mehta,” he smirks, “even acids don’t sizzle like you do under pressure.”
Let the experiment begin.
“I think this is the most chemistry I’ve ever had in a science lab,”
It wasn’t just a lab experiment anymore.
It was the beginning of a pact. One forged over stolen glances, half-smiles, and gloves that did nothing to hide the heat between their hands.
mini line from me
“If I were an equation, you’d be the variable I never saw coming.”
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