“You’re my what now?” Aanya blinked at the teacher, fingers tightening around the edge of her chemistry textbook.
“Lab partner, Ms. Mehra. With Mr. Singh. Kindly move,” the teacher said, gesturing for her to shift seats.
Across the lab bench, Rudra smirked like he'd just won a game. “Guess fate likes a challenge.”
“I guess fate’s got poor taste,” Aanya mumbled, dropping her bag beside him with a little too much force.
Around them, bunsen burners flickered. The lab was alive with the scent of sulphur, chalk dust, and anticipation. Students murmured, some stifling laughter, others exchanging glances. Because Aanya Mehra and Rudra Singh — top science nerd vs national-level footballer — weren’t just from different planets. They were two galaxies on a collision course.
From the back of the lab, Dev raised his brows as he nudged Kiara. “Bet she explodes the beaker just to get away from him.”
Kiara didn’t laugh. Her eyes narrowed on Aanya. “Or maybe she’s already falling for his act.”
Dev looked unconvinced. “You mean that ‘accidental bad boy meets accidental genius’ romance? Nah, she’s not his type.”
Kiara’s jaw tightened. “Or maybe he’s not hers.”
At the side of the class, Aarav Mehra leaned against the doorframe, guest-lecturer badge pinned neatly to his coat. Back from London and already scheduled for a cardio-neuro collab session next week, he observed the interaction with quiet curiosity.
“You know,” Rudra said, pushing a beaker toward Aanya, “you’re a little too serious to be holding a glass object.”
“You’re a little too cocky to be holding anything flammable,” she shot back, adjusting her goggles.
Flirty tension buzzed between them like static before a lightning storm.
Quote of the Chapter:
"She spoke the language of formulas, he replied with fire — and somehow, the equation still balanced."
As the class was instructed to create a reaction that released hydrogen gas safely, Aanya worked quickly, efficiently.
Rudra… not so much.
“Uh, is this supposed to bubble that fast?” he asked, peering into the beaker.
“Did you measure the zinc?” Aanya asked, voice tight.
“I eyeballed it,” he said proudly.
“You eyeballed it? This is science, not a cooking show!”
The beaker hissed, bubbles frothing near the rim. Aanya grabbed it just in time, her hand brushing his. For a second, silence. Then—
POP!
Gas hissed out harmlessly. But their eyes locked. Too long.
“I guess I make things explode around you,” he said, low and teasing.
She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile. “Your ego or the chemicals?”
Behind them, Kiara’s gaze burned like acid. And Aarav smiled faintly, the kind that says he noticed everything.
End of Chapter
Teaser:Chapter Four: “When Sparks Spill in the Lab”
In chemistry, opposites attract.
But in this class? They ignite.
Aanya didn’t expect her rival to be her partner. Rudra, all smirks and swagger, sets the glass beaker spinning—and her heart too. As a science experiment nearly explodes, so does their tension. Meanwhile, Dev watches, Kiara plots, and chemistry—literal and romantic—refuses to stay bottled up.
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