A World Apart

Eye speaks

JULIANS POV

As I stepped out of the meeting room, I slipped on my coat and made my way to Ashwood College, a prestigious institution renowned for its Indian cultural heritage. I was scheduled to attend a program as an alumnus, chief guest, and chancellor.

As I walked across the campus, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The familiar sights and sounds of the college brought back memories of my own time as a student here.

As I turned a corner, I caught sight of a figure that made my heart skip a beat. She was standing with her back to me, but there was something about her that seemed eerily familiar.

My mind racing, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Could it be? No, I told myself, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. I had been thinking about the mysterious girl nonstop since our encounter, and now my brain was conjuring up lookalikes everywhere.

Shaking off the feeling, I continued on to the principal's office. I was greeted warmly by the principal, who ushered me into his office for a conversation.

As we sat down, the principal began to brief me on the day's program and the various events that were lined up. I listened intently, nodding along as he spoke.

But my mind kept wandering back to the girl I had seen outside. why did she seem so familiar?

As I walked into the auditorium, I was met with a flurry of attention. Girls were shouting my name, and boys were staring at me with a mix of admiration and envy. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride.

The program began, and I watched as one by one, the students showcased their talents. Just as I was getting into the rhythm of the performances, I heard a familiar voice calling out to me.

I turned to see Fiona Sheetel, my old college mate, now a teacher at the institution, smiling and waving at me. I returned her greeting, signaling that we would catch up after the program.

As I exchanged pleasantries with Fiona, I missed a crucial part of the dance performance. But when I turned my attention back to the stage, I was blown away by the couple's hip-hop dance routine.

The boy and girl were dancing in perfect sync, their bodies moving in tandem as they spun and twirled across the stage. The girl's movements were fluid and graceful, like a waterfall cascading down a rocky slope.

I was mesmerized by their performance, and the audience erupted into applause as they finished their routine.

As the program drew to a close, it was time to distribute snacks and issue prizes. And that's when I saw her again - the mysterious girl who had been haunting my thoughts.

She was standing on stage, looking radiant in a traditional Indian outfit, her hair styled in an elegant updo. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.

Who was she? And what was she doing here? I had to find out.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Nobody had ever caught my attention like she did. And then, it hit me - she was the girl who had performed the couple's dance with another guy.

I couldn't explain why, but seeing her dance with someone else had sparked a pang of anger and confusion within me. I mentally scolded myself for feeling that way. What was wrong with me?

Shaking off the feeling, I focused on issuing the prizes. As I announced the winner of the dance category, Aria Miller and Stains Group were called upon. Aria and a boy walked up to the stage, their hands interlocked.

As Aria's eyes met mine, she smiled nervously. And that's when I saw it - her angelic smile. It was like a ray of sunshine, calm and soothing. I felt my heart skip a beat as our eyes locked, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background.

I was taken aback by the intensity of my reaction. why did she have such a profound effect on me?

The Internship Offer

I sat in my office, sipping my coffee, as Wilson walked in with a file in his hand. "Sir, I've found out the information you requested," he said, placing the file on my desk.

I opened the file, and my eyes scanned the pages. Aria Miller, the beautiful girl who had captivated me at the college event, was a student of Ashwood College, pursuing a degree in Business Administration.

I smiled to myself, a plan forming in my mind. I would offer her an internship at my company, under the pretext of providing her with valuable work experience. But my true intentions were far from altruistic.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number Wilson had provided. Aria answered on the first ring, her voice sweet and melodious.

"Aria Miller?" I asked, trying to sound professional.

"Yes, speaking," she replied.

"Miss Miller, this is Julian Saint Clair. I'm the CEO of Saint Clair Industries. I was impressed by your performance at the college event, and I'd like to offer you an internship at our company."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I wondered if I had misjudged her.

"I'm interested, Mr. Saint Clair," she said finally. "But I have to ask, why me?"

I smiled, my eyes glinting with amusement. "Let's just say I'm always on the lookout for talented individuals, Miss Miller. And I think you have the potential to be one of them."

Aria agreed to meet me at my office the next day to discuss the details of the internship. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I had taken the first step in making Aria mine.