Simran's POV
The canteen was loud. Again.
Too many people laughing at jokes that weren't funny.
Too many guys "accidentally" brushing against you just to say "sorry" with a wink.
I hated it here already.
Until I saw him — leaning against the water cooler, surrounded by the same three boys from orientation.
Same stupid energy.
But him?
He was worse.
Because when I locked eyes with him this time…
He smiled.
Like I'd already said yes to something I hadn't even been asked yet.
I turned to leave.
No way was I feeding that ego.
"Hey, sunshine," he called out.
I paused.
Turned my head, slow.
He walked right up, drink in hand, devil in his eyes.
"Saw you at orientation. Thought you were a mirage."he said in a charming manner
"I thought you were a headache," I replied flatly.
He whistled low.
Hands up in surrender."Shit. You're gonna ruin me."
I smirked. Just a little."You'd ruin yourself without my help."And I walked away.But yeah…
I was smiling by the time I reached my table.
Junaid's POV
She heard me.She always heard me.
Even with earphones in, even when she pretended she didn't.
I could tell by the way her shoulders stiffened.
And when I called her "sunshine"?
Oh, that glare?Delicious.
"I thought you were a headache," she said.
I swear my heart hiccupped.
I hadn't smiled that wide in a year.
Sameer behind me muttered, "She's gonna destroy you, bro."
"I'll enjoy every second of it," I said without blinking.
There was something about her —
The way she spoke like she was untouchable, the way she walked like the world was too slow for her.
She wasn't here to flirt back.
Which is exactly why I wanted her to.
She didn't fall into my orbit.
She made me spin around hers.
She was truly different.