The Btech

"Lets start the story princess may be you will get answers to ur questions" i whispered

Viaan’s POV

It was the first day of college after orientation, and the whole campus buzzed with talk about the upcoming fresher’s day. After endless arguments and fights with my dad, I’d finally made it here—to Mumbai. My first time back since Mom’s death.

I sat under a tree on the rock bench, an iced coffee in hand, pretending to be a rebel while chatting lazily with a few guys around me. My head leaned back, eyes tracing the sky, when the whispers began.

“Beautiful girl…” someone muttered.

I tilted my head and followed their gaze.

And then I saw her.

Black baggy jeans, a red kurti, open hair spilling across her shoulders. Kajal-lined eyes that could freeze time, black metal jhumkas swaying as she walked. For a second, the world blurred. My coffee, the chatter, the chaos—everything disappeared. All I saw were her eyes.

A smirk tugged at my lips. “Hey, you. Red kurti. Come here. What’s your name?”

She froze, her hands tightening on her kurti. Nervous—no, more like scared. Which only made me smirk more. “So, you don’t know how to respect seniors?” I pushed, standing up, playing it cool for the guys who were stifling their laughs at my little prank.

And then—disaster.

“Oi, you in the white shirt! Playing smart, huh?” The real seniors had arrived.

Shit.

I cursed under my breath and, without thinking, walked straight to her side. My act flipped in a second—I was no longer the senior teasing a fresher, but an obedient fresher myself, lined up for punishment.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her shock, though I didn’t dare meet her gaze again.

My punishment? Writing assignments for the seniors. On day one. My so-called reputation gone before it even started.

But honestly? That didn’t bother me. What bothered me was that I lost my cool—in front of her.

Assignment. Shit. The damn seniors dumped their work on me and walked away like kings. Around me, the guys were biting their lips, trying not to burst out laughing.

And her—the red kurti girl.

I glanced at her, only to find her eyes already on me—half curious, half shocked. Something about that look pulled me in, made me want to explain that it was just a stupid prank. To tell her I wasn’t really that guy. But the words never came. Maybe I was too lost in the moment… or maybe in her eyes.

She walked away, and I couldn’t stop staring until she disappeared from sight.

“First day, dude, and you already found your girl,” the guys teased, their laughter echoing as we headed to class.

By the end of the day, my reputation was officially screwed—and now it was time for punishment. Like hell, I had to sit and finish those damn assignments. I cursed under my breath, dragging myself to the library.

An hour later, I stretched, rolling my stiff shoulders, nearly done with the writing. That’s when I saw her again.

The red kurti girl.

I hated the way my eyes lit up when I saw her. Hated how my heart picked up, as if it knew something I didn’t. And most of all—I hated that I still didn’t know her name.

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