Romance College Love ❤️

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A 22-year-old college student was attending his first-year lectures with his five male college friends. They were all boys because he was introverted and had a fear of talking to unknown people, especially girls. However, he did talk somewhat to a girl named Anshika who sat two benches behind him. He spoke to her because Anshika was the daughter of his father's childhood friend and business partner.
Only two weeks of classes had passed in his first year, and today, he and his friends planned to leave before the official departure time (meaning, bunk the last two periods) and ride home on their bikes. (His parents hadn't given him a bike due to safety concerns.)
During the second break, he went to the canteen to buy Chowmein for himself and his friends. But when he arrived back at the classroom just two minutes before the break ended, he realized his friends weren't there. When he asked his classmate, Anshul, he was told they had already gone home. The boy was shocked. They were supposed to leave after the sixth lecture (the one starting after the second break), yet they had left him behind alone. Now he would have to take the public bus, which was usually late and crowded. He felt very sad.
The lecture began, and the professor (Miss Komal) entered with a cute girl,

introducing her to the class as a new student joining that day. The boy, however, was still preoccupied with why his friends had abandoned him. The new girl came and sat next to him, placed her bag on the bench, and put her face down on the bag as if she were sleeping.
The madam dictated the assignment questions and then instructed everyone to solve them immediately in class, not later at home. About ten minutes later, the boy was jolted when the madam announced she was coming around to check their work. He realized he had been too lost in his thoughts to hear the questions until the new girl nudged him and asked, "Can you give me those questions?"
He panicked and turned around to ask Anshika. The new girl asked him why he hadn't written the questions down. He quickly replied that the madam had never before asked them to solve assignments in class, so he had planned to get the questions from Anshika later.
He took the questions from Anshika, but by then, the madam had arrived at his bench and asked them to show her their solutions.
The new girl instantly replied, "Mummy, mera sar dard ker rha tha toh nahi kiya" (Mom, I didn't do it because I had a headache). The madam then asked if she was feeling better now, to which the girl nodded. The boy was completely shocked to realize that the madam was the new girl's mother.
The period ended, and the new girl then asked him, "Is the canteen open?" He replied, "No, it's closed, but why are you asking?" She answered that she wanted to eat something.
The boy then offered her his Chowmein, saying, "Eat this." She accepted and started eating in a childish manner. The boy was giving her a surprised look, so she explained, "Chowmein is my favorite, that's why."
Then she said, "You weren't paying any attention to me till now, and you're only giving me this and talking to me now that you know I'm her (Komal mam's) daughter."
The boy quickly countered, "It's not like that. My mood was off because my friends left me alone. I offered you this because I bought it for them, and since they left, I'm giving it to you because you need it. Otherwise, I would have given it to any needy person so it wouldn't go to waste."

what happens next?



Cute girl (Siya)

 

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That unexpected encounter was exactly the kind of chaos that defined the first two weeks of college, especially for someone like the boy, Rohan.

Rohan watched the girl—the professor’s daughter—eat his Chowmein with a genuine, almost childlike enthusiasm. She wasn't dainty; she twirled the noodles around her fork, a smear of chili sauce just missing the corner of her mouth. He was too stunned by the turn of events to feel his usual awkwardness. His initial hurt over his friends' abandonment was slowly being replaced by sheer, dumbfounded curiosity.
"So, your friends... they just left you?" she asked, after swallowing a large mouthful. "That's pretty rude."
"Yeah," Rohan muttered, picking at a loose thread on his backpack. "We were all going to leave after the sixth period, but... I guess they didn't want to wait for me." He felt a flush of embarrassment. He'd been ditched, and now he was explaining it to the cute new girl—who was his professor's daughter, no less.
"Well, their loss," she said simply, gesturing with her fork towards the bowl. "This Chowmein is amazing. By the way, I’m Siya."
"Rohan," he replied, finally meeting her eyes. They were bright, and she had an open, easy smile that was completely disarming. His self-imposed wall of introversion felt strangely shaky.

 

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The Bus Ride and the Late Realization

The bell rang, signaling the end of the second break. The new period was about to start, but since Rohan and Siya’s conversation had ended, they both realized they were missing the last two periods—the very ones he had planned to bunk.

"I guess I should go now," Siya said, pushing the now-empty Chowmein container towards him. "Thanks for the food. It saved me from a very long, hungry afternoon."

"You're welcome," Rohan said, surprised by the easy flow of their interaction. He gathered his books and slinged his bag over his shoulder.

He knew he had a long, slow walk to the main road to catch the public bus. He prepared himself for the crowded, late-running bus ride home, a stark contrast to the quick bike ride he'd been anticipating.

As he walked out of the classroom, Siya was right behind him. "Hey, Rohan, wait up."

He turned. "Are you staying for the last two periods?"

She giggled. "No way. It's my first day! And I already got the assignment questions from you. Mom won't mind. I told her I have a 'post-Chowmein tummy ache' now."

Rohan couldn't help but smile. "Smart. But... how are you getting home?"

"Oh, Mom has the car, and she'll be here a while," Siya explained. "I was just going to wait outside the gate for a bit. But hey, if you're taking the bus... maybe I can catch it with you? I don't know the route very well yet."

Rohan blinked. The new, cute girl who was the daughter of the terrifying professor wanted to ride the public bus with him?

"Sure," he said, trying to sound casual, but his pulse was suddenly hammering a rhythm against his ribs. "The bus stop is just up the road."

They walked in comfortable silence for a moment, and then Siya broke it. "You know, when I sat next to you, you looked like you were about to cry."

Rohan flinched. "I was just... angry. My friends left me. I was really depending on them to get home."

"Well," Siya said, shrugging, "sometimes the universe gives you a lousy day so it can hand you a great surprise." She held up the empty Chowmein box. "Like this."

He laughed—a genuine, surprised sound. As they reached the main road, the irony wasn't lost on him. His friends’ betrayal, which had left him stranded, had forced him into a bus ride with a girl, a girl he'd actually spoken to, a girl who somehow wasn't scary at all.

For a boy who had a fear of talking to girls and clung to the safety of his all-male group, this unexpected bus ride with Siya felt less like a punishment and more like the start of something completely new. The bus was indeed late and crowded, but for the first time that day, Rohan didn't feel alone. He just had to worry about what his friends would say—and what his professor (Siya's mother) would say—the next day.

That was quite a day for Rohan!

What happens the next day, particularly how Siya's mother react to his new acquaintance? To know answers of these check out the next update.

 

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Day Two: The Awkward Reunion

The next morning, Rohan arrived at college early, his stomach a knot of nervous energy. He didn't know which thought was more unsettling: confronting his five friends or seeing Siya, the professor's daughter.
He found his usual group—Aman, Varun, Rohit, Kabir, and Deep—already huddled near their lecture hall. They looked up as he approached, and the air immediately thickened with tension.
"Hey, Rohan," Aman said, a little too casually.
"Where were you guys yesterday?" Rohan asked, his voice low but firm. "We were supposed to leave together after the sixth lecture."
Varun shuffled his feet. "Dude, sorry. We thought you knew. Rohit got a call from his cousin, and we just thought it was easier to leave right then. We figured you'd just take the bus."
The words "we figured you'd just take the bus" felt like a casual dismissal of his anxiety and his dependence on their ride. His disappointment was sharp, but the memory of the previous afternoon—the unexpected conversation, the shared Chowmein, the surprisingly easy bus ride with Siya—gave him a tiny, uncharacteristic spark of confidence.
"Right," Rohan said, adjusting his backpack. "Well, I ended up taking the bus. It was fine. Just letting you know, don't count me in on the bunking plans if you're going to ditch me last minute."
He didn't wait for their stammered apologies, a new resolve stiffening his back. He walked into the classroom and went straight to his usual bench, two rows behind Anshika, his father’s friend’s daughter. He sat down and pulled out his notes.

 

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A New Seating Arrangement

The classroom began to fill up. Rohan’s friends filed in and took their seats, casting nervous glances his way. Anshika arrived and gave Rohan a small wave.
Then, the door opened, and Siya walked in.
The entire class noticed her, mostly because she was new, but also because she carried an undeniable, quiet confidence. Rohan's friends nudged each other, whispering about the "hot new girl."
Siya scanned the room, her eyes locking onto the empty seat right next to Rohan. She smiled and walked straight towards him.
"Hey, bus buddy," she whispered, dropping her bag onto the bench.
Rohan’s friends, two rows ahead, instantly stopped whispering. They craned their necks, staring at Rohan with a mixture of confusion and shock. Rohan felt a wave of heat wash over his neck, but he managed a quiet, "Hey, Siya."
The morning period was, predictably, taught by Siya's mother, Professor Sharma. Rohan couldn't focus. He could feel his friends' bewildered stares on his back. And then there was Siya, sitting so close, occasionally leaning in to ask a quick, relevant question about the lecture.
“Did she just say ‘bus buddy’?” Varun mouthed silently to Aman, eyes wide.

 

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The Interrogation


The first break arrived, and Rohan barely had time to stand up before his five friends descended on his bench.
"Dude, what was that?" Kabir demanded. "You know the new girl?"
"She was sitting next to you," Rohit added, looking him up and down as if searching for a hidden charm bracelet. "And she talked to you."
Rohan, who usually became mute and fidgety under pressure, suddenly felt strangely calm. Perhaps because Siya was right there, gathering her things.
"She's in my class," Rohan replied simply. "And we took the bus home yesterday."
"The bus?" Deep scoffed. "Why are you taking the bus, man? Wait for us. And what do you mean, you took the bus with her? You're terrified of talking to girls!"
"Well," Siya cut in smoothly, zipping her bag shut. She looked directly at Rohan's friends, her smile turning a little sharp. "He didn't seem scared yesterday. Maybe he just prefers talking to people who don't ditch him."
Rohan’s friends instantly shut up, their faces flushed.
Siya slung her bag over her shoulder. "Rohan, are you getting Chowmein again? My treat this time. I owe you."
"Yeah, sure," Rohan replied, a grin cracking his face. He quickly grabbed his wallet, leaving his stunned friends standing by the bench.
As they walked towards the canteen, his friends' horrified whispers drifted back to him. The boy who was too introverted to talk to anyone but Anshika, and too dependent on their bike, had not only been seen talking to the new girl but was now walking out with her for lunch, having already established a private shared memory (the bus ride and the Chowmein).
The betrayal had hurt, but it had also forced him off the bike and onto the bus, shattering the safe, predictable routine that kept him isolated. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew one thing: he wouldn't be sitting in the back of a motorcycle with his head down anymore.

This is a pivotal moment for Rohan!


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The inevitable, awkward moment when Professor Sharma catches wind of their friendship?

 

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The New Dynamic: Rohan, Siya, and Anshika


The very next day set a new pattern. Rohan and Siya, now "bus buddies" and Chowmein consumers, fell into a casual rhythm. They’d meet at the bench, compare notes—Siya having the upper hand, naturally, being the professor's daughter and getting the inside track on assignments—and then head to the canteen together. Rohan found that talking to Siya wasn't scary; it was easy. She was sharp, funny, and treated his initial shyness not as a flaw, but as a quirk.
His friends continued to look on in silent, stunned disbelief. Their strategy of abandoning him had spectacularly backfired; he hadn't come crawling back, but had instead formed a connection with the girl they all secretly wanted to talk to.
The most noticeable impact, however, was on Anshika.
Anshika was Rohan’s only female friend, a connection built entirely on shared family history and the safe, non-romantic formality of their fathers' business partnership. Rohan had always relied on her as a secure buffer—a girl he was allowed to talk to without fear of being teased or having to navigate genuine social awkwardness.
Now, that dynamic was strained.
One afternoon, as Rohan and Siya walked past Anshika's bench, Anshika stopped him.
"Rohan, I need those notes from the morning lecture," she said, her tone a little sharper than usual.
"Oh, sure. I'll WhatsApp you later," Rohan replied, already turning to keep up with Siya.
Siya paused. "Wait, you're Anshika, right? The one Rohan was panicking to get the questions from yesterday? Hi! I'm Siya."
"Hello," Anshika responded coolly, looking Siya up and down. She then turned back to Rohan. "Why later? Just give them to me now. Or you can sit here and we'll go through them."
Rohan felt the familiar pull of obligation and the new, strong desire to just keep walking with Siya. He mumbled, "Sorry, Anshika, Siya and I were just heading to the common room to finish a submission. I promise I’ll send them before the next class."
As they walked away, Anshika watched them, a small, unhappy frown etching her face. Rohan realized that his reliance on Anshika was over. He no longer needed her for a social pass or for class questions. And Anshika, perhaps for the first time, felt the quiet sting of being replaced—not as a crush, but as a necessity. Their friendship had shifted from a transactional safe harbor to just two classmates with different priorities.


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The Professor Komal Incident


A week later, the inevitable happened. The professor, Miss Komal Sharma, was known for her strict adherence to rules and her almost military punctuality. She was dictating complex formulas on the board when the door slid open quietly, and a lab technician wheeled in a faulty projector. The technician struggled, knocking over a stack of old files near the front.
In the resulting fifteen-second distraction, Rohan leaned toward Siya and whispered, "I found an easier way to solve the last part of that proof. Want to see my rough work during the break?"
Siya, grateful for the help, leaned in closer to his ear. "Rohan, you're a lifesaver. You’ve gotten so good at this in just a week! Seriously, thanks."
They pulled back just as the professor turned away from the board, expecting silence.
Professor Sharma didn't miss a beat. Her eyes, sharp and intense, locked onto the two of them. She slowly walked down the aisle, her shoes clicking a terrifying rhythm on the marble floor until she stood directly beside their bench. Rohan felt his blood turn to ice. His old friends watched from their seats, silently bracing for the explosion.
She rested her hands on their desk, making Rohan flinch.
"Mr. Rohan," she said, her voice dangerously calm. "Is the Chowmein formula more interesting than the quadratic formula I am attempting to teach?"

Rohan went pale. Chowmein? How did she know about the Chowmein?
Siya, however, looked entirely unfazed. "Mummy," she said, using the familial address, a move that made Rohan want to dissolve on the spot. "He was just helping me with the extra practice assignment you gave us. He's actually helping me catch up."
Professor Sharma didn't look at Siya. She kept her gaze fixed on Rohan. "I've heard quite a bit about your... new enthusiasm for college, Mr. Rohan. You've been spending a lot of time with my daughter, haven't you?"
The way she said "spending a lot of time" made Rohan feel like he was being accused of international espionage. His mouth was dry, and he could only nod, completely unable to utter a word. His reputation as an introvert had just been steamrolled by a bowl of noodles and his new seating arrangement.The Professor finally straightened, a small, barely perceptible smile playing on her lips—the smile of a mother who had just observed an unexpected, satisfactory development in her daughter's first week.
"Well, see that you continue to help her catch up, Mr. Rohan," she said, a clear, unmistakable warning woven into the praise. "And perhaps, Mr. Rohan, if you focus on the class and less on what your friends are doing, you won't miss important instructions... or your ride home."
She walked back to the board, leaving Rohan gasping silently. He realized with a shudder that Siya hadn't just told her mother about him, the Chowmein, and the bunking attempt—she had painted him as a helpful, studious boy who needed a little scolding to stay on track.
Siya nudged his arm, a mischievous glint in her eye. "See? I told you. My mom's not so bad when you get to know her."
Rohan shook his head, heart still pounding. He was now on the professor's radar, but somehow, he was also under her daughter's protection. His life had certainly become more complicated, but undeniably, more interesting.
Rohan is now on Professor Komal Sharma's radar, but is also Siya's "study buddy."


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Rohan handles professor's strict observation while navigating his new friendship

 

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Under the Professor's Gaze


Rohan’s life in the classroom was instantly transformed. Before Siya’s arrival, he was virtually invisible, a quiet boy two benches behind Anshika. Now, he felt the weight of Professor Sharma’s eyes in every one of her lectures.
If Rohan shifted too much, Miss Komal would pause mid-sentence, her gaze drilling into him until he froze. If Siya leaned over to ask a question, Miss Komal would clear her throat—a sound that could halt a charging elephant—and both Rohan and Siya would snap back to attention.
It was terrifying, yet strangely effective.Because he knew any slip-up would not just earn him a reprimand, but would reflect poorly on Siya—and potentially lead to an awkward phone call between their fathers—Rohan couldn't afford to be distracted. He began to pay absolute attention in Miss Komal’s class. He took meticulous notes, double-checking his formulas. He asked genuine questions, not because he was trying to impress Siya, but because he genuinely feared missing the next piece of instruction.
Siya noticed the change immediately.
“You know, you’re actually a brilliant student, Rohan,” she commented one day after class, as they hurried toward the library, having decided that the canteen was too public for their study sessions. “You were just sleeping through the whole thing before.”
Rohan shrugged, stacking a pile of textbooks. “Hard to sleep when your mother’s laser eyes are burning a hole in the back of my head.”
Siya laughed. “Fair enough. But this is good. I mean, you’re actually getting good grades in her subject now.”
Rohan realized she was right. His initial panic about being caught had morphed into a habit of focus. The presence of Professor Sharma’s watchful eye served as an external discipline that his usual fear of talking to people could never provide. He was no longer trying to avoid failure; he was actively striving for excellence to stay safe.