🌅 Morning Chaos - Yogamaya
"Vidhuuuu, wake up!" Akshu's voice came muffled through the pillow.
"Five minutes..." Vidhu groaned, pulling her blanket over her head.
But when her eyes cracked open, the clock on the wall stabbed her awake. 8:00 a.m.
"Ayyo, no!" She scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping on her dupatta. In a blur of comb, books, and hurried kohl, she rushed out, skipping breakfast entirely.
If I run fast, maybe they'll think I came straight from yoga class...
Her braid bounced behind her as she climbed two steps at once, lungs burning. By the time she reached the classroom corridor, her chest heaved with effort.
And then she froze.
Because Siddharth stood at the door.
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🚪 The Door
His gaze was sharp, his arms folded. No softness, no hesitation.
"You're late," his voice cut like glass. "Stand outside. Don't enter my class."
Her breath hitched. "Sir, I-"
"For other classes, you may enter. But not mine," he snapped.
The students inside went silent, heads swiveling. Vidhu's throat burned, her eyes stinging red. Embarrassment washed over her, heavy and merciless.
For a fraction of a second, his chest dropped. He saw the wetness gathering in her blue eyes. His heart flinched-then he crushed it down.
"Don't act smart, Vidhanya," he barked. "If you leave now, you don't enter my class for the whole semester. Stand outside the door if you dare disobey. Do you understand?"
She shivered, voice barely a whisper. "Yes, sir."
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📚 After the Class
Minutes stretched into knives. She stood outside, hands clenched, every stare burning into her skin.
When the class ended, Siddharth left without glancing at her once. His footsteps were steady, his face calm.
Vidhu's world cracked. Her chest ached so badly she could barely breathe. She didn't step into the class even after he left. She just turned and ran-down the steps, through the courtyard-until her feet carried her to the only place that felt safe.
The library.
Her corner. Behind the Kannada novels.
She collapsed there, sobs tearing out of her chest before she could stop them.
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💔 Friends Gather
"Vidhu!" Nikki skidded in, breathless. "Hey, what happened?!"
Akshu appeared seconds later, sliding to her knees beside her. "Vidhu, please... don't cry, I'm here."
Even Vishnu had followed, his tall frame hesitating at the edge of the shelves. He'd seen her run, seen her tears, and couldn't look away.
"Tell us," Nikki urged gently.
Through sobs, Vidhu's voice trembled. "Akshu... do you remember the first day? He made me stand on the bench. I hated him for that."
Akshu nodded slowly, holding her hand.
Vidhu's tears spilled harder. "But after that day at the café... when I scolded him... I felt guilty. I apologised. I stopped hating him. And then..." Her voice cracked. "And then I started feeling... close. Safe. He never yelled at me again. He was never cold."
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Between the Classes(Two different worlds)
RomantizmShe was supposed to be just another student. He was supposed to be just another professor. Vidhu never believed in early mornings, strict rules, or the idea of love waiting inside a classroom. But when Siddharth Rai walked into her college as the ne...
