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“Beta… did you wake up?” I heard my mother shouting, disturbing my sleep.

Still, I didn’t wake up, of course my sleep is important.

“Vrinuuuu!! I SAID GET UP!” She shouted, emphasizing each word.

‘Arey yaar iss ghar me sone ka sukoon hi nahi milne dethe. Meri zindagi mein kab hi soyi hu dhang se, sukoon se?’ I thought crying over my never-going-to-happen dream

(Ohh god! They don't let me sleep peacefully in this house. When did I even sleep peacefully, properly?)

With no choice left, I finally woke up and went downstairs furiously.

“If you keep doing this every single day, Maa and Papa, I’m telling you I will surely leave this house one day!” I declared in one breath, standing in front of my parents.

“Okay. Safe journey, but make sure to come back by night,” my dad replied casually, not even looking at me, making my jaw drop.

“Vrinu… go, get ready for university! Shoo, shoo!” My mom said, making my lips quiver. Seriously!

‘iss ghar me mera koii value hi nahi kartha!!’

(No one values me in this house.)

I expected her to say, ‘I was just kidding, beta.’ Instead, she smirked and said,

“Crying early in the morning is bad luck. Do one thing, cry after coming back from university. Also, we’re out of tissues at home, so I’ll ask Kaka to bring some.”

I stared at my parents in disbelief.

“Sachme ek baat batao, mein aap logon ko hi paida huyi hu na” this is my serious doubt.

(Seriously, tell me one thing, I was born to you guys only, right?)

“Morning, Mom and Dad.” A voice interrupted. It was my little brother, Anirudh Gupta. He is a 1st year university student.

“Dee, I heard you're going to leave the house?” He said, making me smirk.

“Yes, I will leave,” I replied, expecting him to say something like, ‘No, Deedi! Please don’t leave!’

Instead, he shrugged and said, “Okay, good luck on your journey! And Dee, you’ll have to come back home at night anyway, so bring me some snacks.”

I gasped, muttering, “What kind of weird family was I even born into?” before rushing upstairs, while they laughed wholeheartedly.

Their laughter brought a smile to my face.

This is my family, a little weird but completely mine. I love them so much.

I am Vrindha Gupta. My dad, Vansh Gupta, my mom, Nirmala Gupta, and finally, my little brother, Anirudh Gupta. They are my peace.

I am a 3rd year Btech, cse student in xyz University. I don't know why but I have a feeling that something is going to happen.

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As I was on my way to university, my phone rang, flashing my best friend's name, Shakti Chauhan. She is a walking chaos but I don't know, that one incident will turn her into like this.

[Read ‘Their Anarchical Love’ Shakti’s book to know.]

S: “Yaar, where are you?! Do you even realize what time it is? If you were going to be absent, why the heck didn’t you inform me? I swear, I hate you! Don’t talk to me!”

Before I could respond, she hung up. I let out a deep sigh.

Reaching the university, I parked my car and walked towards the classroom.

Just then, someone suddenly bumped into me, making me stumble. As I was about to fall, a strong arm caught me by the waist. I sighed in relief but froze the moment I looked up.

Those brown hazel eyes… damn!! Those eyes did something inside my heart. I love these eyes already.

For a second, time stood still. I just kept looking at how beautiful these eyes were. Long thick black eyelashes and thick brows.

His gaze was intensely deep, like it wanted to be held in my captive. I felt like I was being pulled into a world I didn’t recognize, a world where only the two of us existed.

His eyes, sharp yet gentle, held such intensity, that didn't make me gaze away. There was something about them, something that made my heart race. Warmth, there is a strange warmth.

I forgot to breathe when I gazed at his lips. His soft pink lips are inviting me to su-

‘arghhhh!! Shut up, shut up!!’ my inner voice screamed, pulling me back to reality.

A strange warmth spread through me, my pulse quickening with every second that passed between us.

I again stared into his hazel brown eyes. This time he is staring at my lips.

His grip on my waist was firm, steady, as if he had no intention of letting go but the moment the bell rang, he flinched back as reality hit him hard.

I immediately stepped away from his hold, breaking the trance.

“T-thank you,” I muttered under my breath and ran away but not before turning back and looking at his eyes and him properly for the last time.

Even as I sat beside Shakti, answering all her crazy questions, my mind was still stuck on those eyes.

And then came the time to OS professor Mr.Arya, I just hate this old man, who always targets me. I internally cried imagining him shouting ‘eiii girl!!’.

No no I am not duller but not a topper too. I am an average student. I love to study but you know first impression is best but my first impression with Mr. Arya is very yucky. So he hates me.

Loud footsteps echoed through the class as if telling to all the students that he is entering but from where Mr. Arya started entering like this?

When I looked up at him… my breath hitched.

It was him, Mr.Hazel eyes. What is he doing here?

Our eyes met again, his eyes almost recognised me because I could see the way his eyes widened for a moment then went back to normal.

His tall figure walked in, dressed in a crisp light-blue shirt, carrying a laptop. He paused and scanned the room with a calm confidence that silenced most of the whispers.

“Good morning,” he said calmly, not booming like the older professors but firm enough to command attention.

The students mumbled a response. I am still seated stunned.

“My name is Nischit Malhotra. I’ll be teaching you Operating Systems this semester.” he said but he noticed the confused faces in the class. Of course where Mr.arya is, I know he hates me but he teaches well.

A small smile tugged at his lips, “I can see some of you wondering where Mr. Arya is,” he said, leaning lightly against the desk.

“He’s been handling Operating Systems for years, I know but due to some family issues, he had to take time off this semester. So I’ll be replacing him to handle the course.” students responded with a few smiles and welcomes.

He wrote the two words on the board in neat, sharp strokes with his veiny hands. I gulped hard.

‘Shakti, shut up! He is your professor, be in limits, I know he is your crush but you know he is your professor, so this is wrong.’ my inner voice mocked me.

‘What? He is not my crush, brush, okay?’ I snapped.

A ripple passed through the class, some students exchanged glances. Some girls are gushing over his physique. Huh? Seriously.

“Now, let me ask you something. You all use laptops, right? Every single day but when you click on an application, what happens between that click and the program opening?”

The room stilled with his sudden question. A few frowned, trying to recall some textbook definition but no one answered. I too tried to recall but nothing came, I huffed in annoyance.

He said with a faint smile, “That is the magic of the Operating System. The invisible manager of your computer which is scheduling tasks, managing memory, and preventing chaos without it, your system wouldn’t last two minutes.”

The students leaned in, their confusion giving way to curiosity. Hmm, impressed.

‘He is the hotness with brains’ I mumbled to myself.

“I know right, but he is a professor.” someone mumbled slowly beside me, making me flinch.

Did I say it out loud?

I looked at Shakti who was giving me a smug smile and mouthed ‘bit¢h’ making me show the middle finger to her.

“And that’s exactly what we’ll be uncovering together. By the end of this course, you won’t just be memorizing definitions. You’ll learn to think like the system itself.” His soft voice jolted us back.

His gaze swept the room, pausing briefly when it landed on me. I quickly dropped my eyes, but I saw the flicker in his eyes.

He opened his laptop. “Alright then. Let’s begin with process management.”

The projector flickered on, and just like that, the semester had officially begun.

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𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Today was my first day as a professor at XYZ University. So, I woke up early and got ready, making sure everything was perfect.

When I went downstairs, I saw my father already seated for breakfast. I walked toward him and touched his feet, and in return, he blessed me with a warm smile.

I then headed to the kitchen, where my mother was busy preparing breakfast. Wrapping my arms around her, I sighed and said, “Maa, you know today is my first day as a professor, right? Bless me with good luck. I'm feeling quite nervous. I don't know if the students will like me or not.”

My mother turned around, cupped my face gently, and asked, “Beta, look at me. Who am I?”

Confused but smiling, I replied proudly, “Mukthi Rudransh Malhotra!”

She chuckled at my response and patted my cheek.

“Then you are my son. Don't be nervous. I know my son very well, so just be yourself. And honestly, I’m sure half the university will be completely impressed by you!” she teased, winking.

I groaned, shaking my head. “Maa! Please!”

She burst into laughter, and my father joined in, making me shake my head in amusement.

After breakfast, I left for the university.

As I walked through the corridor, I noticed a boy running in a hurry. Before I could react, he accidentally bumped into a girl, causing her to stumble.

Without thinking, I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist, preventing her from falling.

And then I froze when she opened her eyes.

Her deep ocean-blue eyes met mine, pulling me into a moment I wasn’t prepared for.

There was something about them, calm yet intense, like waves crashing against the shore. How can someone’s eyes be this beautiful? Like they are comforting.

For a few seconds, I forgot everything. It was as if time had paused, trapping us in this fleeting moment. Her eyes slowly stared at my lips. My lips parted slowly.

Slowly I too looked at her lips leaving her eyes which were looking soft, very soft. The sudden urge to ki-

The shrill ring of the bell broke the trance making me flinch back to reality.

I quickly steadied her and stepped back, taking a deep breath.

She was wearing a cute floral frock, looking effortlessly beautiful. Wait… what the heck was I even thinking?!

Of course I can tell she is studying here. Then I am her- professor? I mentally slapped my fate.

I clenched my fists, mentally scolding myself. Nishchit, get a grip. Idiot!

Before I could say anything, she mumbled a soft "Thank you" and quickly ran away not before looking at me for the last time.

I sighed, shaking off the strange feeling, and made my way toward the principal’s office. After a brief meeting with him, I finally headed to my classroom.

As soon as I entered, the entire class fell silent. All eyes were on me.

I scanned the room, maintaining a calm composure until my gaze landed on her again. My eyes widened for a second then I regained myself.

There she was, sitting among the students, her ocean-blue eyes staring back at me.

After clearing students doubt as I replaced Mr. Arya, I took some glances at her clearly catching her staring at me.

But when I caught her, she quickly looked away pretending to be reading or concentrating on the class. I chuckled internally.

‘This was going to be harder than I thought.’ I sighed.

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