Ananya's PoV
4 p.m.
And my alarm rang. I had set it up just in case I would forget about my tutoring session with Reyansh. But ever since my meet-up with him outside our class, I have not been able to forget about this session at all.
I sat in my usual corner of the library, a book open in front of me, my eyes fixed on the same paragraph I hadn't read for the past ten minutes. The quiet should have been comforting—it always was—but today, it only made me more aware of every tiny sound. Every footstep, every chair scraping against the floor, every soft whisper made my head lift, just for a second.
I wasn't waiting for him. I told myself that again, firmly this time.
It was just... this seat had a clear view of the entrance.
4:05 p.m.
Maybe he got held up in class. Maybe a professor caught him—for once—for all the trouble he caused. It was his first session. I could let that slide.
Right?
Time blurred after that.
Minutes stretched into hours. The sun slipped into dusk, and dusk quietly surrendered to night. The library emptied, one table at a time, until even the silence felt distant.
But he never came.
And for the first time in my life, I felt so stupid waiting for someone, rescheduling my sunlit hours for him. I should have expected this from someone like him. To him, this meant nothing—my time, my effort… nothing.
Maybe he found someone better. Someone easier. Someone he could pay without a second thought.
I felt humiliated, ashamed, and above all, disappointed.
I might have expected just a little too much from him.
After all, he was exactly who everyone said he was—
The Bad Boy of Westbridge University.
It was 6:30 p.m. now, and I had had enough of waiting. He just wasn't worth my time.
Even if I didn't want to admit it—
I was hurt by his actions.
And this was the first and definitely the last lesson I would ever give him.
I packed up my things, picked up my tote, and left the library. I was the last person to leave. The lights were dimmer now, the night casting its shadow across the sky.
I stood at the last stair of the exit, and that's when I realised—
some people don’t show up, no matter how long you wait.
Reyansh's PoV
4:30 p.m.
I knew Miss. Planner was waiting for me in the library. I had seen her while passing by a few minutes ago.
But if you were to ask me where I am right now, I am at Vihaan's place, playing games and chilling.
I was not going for that tutoring session under any circumstances. There was no one in this world who could force me to adjust according to their schedule.
Ananya Sharma should understand that. The earlier she gets that, the better for her.
A controller rested loosely in my hand, my focus on the screen—but not really. Because for a split second, her face had crossed my mind. Sitting there, probably checking the door every few minutes.
I scoffed.
Not my problem.
“Bro, you’re losing,” Vihaan’s voice cut in, amused.
“Shut up,” I muttered, leaning forward, gripping the controller tighter than necessary.
The game blurred for a second.
Annoying.
I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about her.
“Rey, what are you doing?” Vihaan groaned.
His voice pulled me back, and that’s when I realised we had lost the game against the other team—which definitely wasn’t something that happened often.
“What are you thinking about, man?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Nothing,” I said, a little too quickly.
“Ahh… I see. Is it your Miss Tutor who has occupied your mind?” he grinned.
“No way.” I turned my face away.
He got up from the couch, saying, “Whatever helps you sleep, Rey,” leaving me alone with my thoughts.
It was almost 7 p.m.
Later than I expected.
I glanced at my phone, the time staring back at me like it meant something.
It didn’t.
She’d probably left by now.
Obviously.
I leaned back into the couch, exhaling slowly, trying to shake off the thought before it settled too deep.
“Another round?” Vihaan called out from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” I replied, my voice coming out a little sharper than I intended.
I picked up the controller again, my grip firmer this time, eyes fixed on the screen.
This was better.
Louder. Easier.
No expectations.
No waiting.
No Ananya Sharma.
And yet—
for some reason, the game didn’t feel as satisfying as it usually did.
I clicked my tongue, pushing the feeling aside.
Didn’t matter.
She’d figure it out.
Everyone eventually does.
Still…
for a brief second, I found myself wondering—
how long she actually stayed.
I looked away almost immediately, jaw tightening.
Not my concern.
It didn’t matter… so why the hell was I still thinking about it?
Character Aesthetics
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She ignores him
She confronts him
He acts like nothing happened
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