My Senior Is An Alpha

A Strange Invitation

It was already dinner time, and I was feeling hungry. I looked around for some food, but my thoughts kept going back to the strange invitation I had just received. A staff member from the hotel, a woman, had called me aside, away from everyone else, and handed me the card. She had a serious look on her face.

"Thank you," I said, taking the card. "But who is this from?"

She just smiled and said, "All the details are inside," before leaving quickly.

Curious and a bit anxious, I slowly opened the card. My heart skipped a beat when I saw what was written inside. It read:

"Go to Room 402. I hope you still have the key. Be there by 8:30 PM."

I froze for a moment. It was already 8:20 PM! I knew exactly who this was from—it had to be Rohan. But why did he want me to go to that room? And why such a mysterious message? My heart was pounding, but something told me I had to go. I didn’t really have a choice.

Without wasting any more time, I hurried upstairs to Room 402. I reached the door at 8:25 PM, just in time. My hands were shaking, and butterflies filled my stomach. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and the uncertainty made me feel nervous.

Then, exactly at 8:30 PM, the door opened. It was Rohan, standing there, looking calm and collected. I couldn’t meet his eyes—I bit my lip, trying to hide my nervousness. He closed the door behind me and locked it.

“What’s going on, Rohan?” I asked him, my voice shaking a little. “Why did you ask me to come here?”

He didn’t answer my question directly. Instead, he asked me something completely unexpected. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Then let’s eat first,” he said, not letting me finish. He grabbed my hand firmly and led me to a small table on the balcony, where dinner was already set up. The view from the balcony was beautiful, and the fresh air felt nice, but there was something about the atmosphere that made me feel uneasy. It was too romantic, too intimate.

Rohan helped me choose the food and even served me, putting some delicious-looking dishes on my plate. My hands were shaking as I picked up my fork. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. I was so nervous that I could barely eat. Sensing my discomfort, Rohan gently placed his hand on mine, trying to calm me down.

I forced a small smile and quickly pulled my hand away. This whole situation felt too strange.

“Tell me about yourself,” he said suddenly.

I hesitated, not knowing what to say. “There’s really not much to tell. I’m just an ordinary person, not like you. You’re practically a celebrity on campus.”

Rohan laughed softly. “Ignore them, Anshu.”

My heart skipped a beat when he said my name. It sounded so nice when he said it. His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic.

I began the conversation again .

I always wanted to be a sports physiotherapist. So I'm here already to do my course .

" Why do you want to be a sports physiotherapist?" he asked me .

" Is this an interview? " I questioned him with a smile .

" Well , it is an interview" ,he said .

" Interview? " I said .

" Be my physiotherapist " , he asked me .

" What ? You are a physio as well . Why do you want me . I'm just a freshman ", I said .

" Because I'm a sportsman , can't handle both at a time . So be my physio . Come to watch me everyday to the ground and my every official match too " , he said .

" But how come I ? I'm just beginning " , I said .

" Practice it on me . I'm there " , he said .

" Okay , sounds good . I'll try " , I said .

" Don't try , be on time and do your work " , he ordered me .

" Seems like I already got a job " , I said .

" It's not the job , it's your practical session but off the college " , he said .

I sighed and didn't take it seriously.

I finished my food quickly and stood up.

“Excuse me,” I said. “I need to use the restroom.”

I hurried inside, my mind racing. I couldn’t think straight with Rohan around. I splashed some water on my face, trying to calm myself down. My hair got wet too, and I looked around for a towel, but I couldn’t find one.

I stepped out of the restroom, still looking for something to dry my face with, when Rohan suddenly appeared in front of me. He was holding a towel.

I reached out to take it, but instead of handing it to me, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. Before I could react, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me—hard. I was completely caught off guard. My mind went blank, and I couldn’t even think. His lips were on mine, and his hands were moving down my back, pulling me closer to him.

I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. Everything was happening so fast, and I didn’t know how to stop it. His hands slid from my back to my waist, touching my bare skin under my dress. My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to faint.

I finally found the strength to push him away. “Rohan, stop! I’m not ready for this!”

He looked at me, his eyes burning with intensity. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes, I’m sure. Please stop.”

For a moment, I thought he would ignore me, but then he stepped back, letting me go. He sighed softly. “Take your time, Anshu. I won’t rush you.”

I felt relieved but also completely overwhelmed. I grabbed my bag and started heading towards the door. “I need to leave,” I said quickly. “It’s late.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Rohan said, stopping me.

“No, it’s fine. I can go by myself.”

“I said I’ll drive you,” he repeated, his voice firm. There was something about the way he said it that made me feel like I couldn’t argue. Even though he sounded commanding, I didn’t feel like he was trying to control me. It was strange—I almost liked the way he took charge.

We went downstairs to the parking lot, and Rohan opened the car door for me. “Sit in the front,” he said, and I obeyed without thinking. As he got into the driver’s seat, I glanced at him, feeling a mix of emotions. He was so confident, so sure of himself.

He reached over to grab my seatbelt, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me again. My heart started pounding, and I clutched my bag tightly in front of me, trying to hide my nervousness. But he simply buckled my seatbelt and started the car.

We drove in silence for a while. I didn’t know what to say, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. After a few minutes, Rohan pulled the car over at an ice cream shop.

“Let’s get some ice cream,” he said casually, as if nothing had happened between us.

I got out of the car, feeling confused. Why was he acting so normal now? We went inside the shop, and Rohan bought me an ice cream. We sat down at a small table, and for the first time that night, I felt like I could breathe again. The ice cream was cold and sweet, and it helped calm my nerves a little.

Rohan was watching me the whole time, his eyes never leaving my face. I could feel his gaze, and it made me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time, I wanted to know what he was thinking.

Finally, I gathered the courage to ask him the question that had been bothering me all night.

“Can I ask you something?” I said, my voice soft.

Rohan leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. “Of course. Ask me anything.”

“Why me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Out of all the girls on campus, why are you paying attention to me?”

Rohan smiled, but it wasn’t his usual confident smile. It was softer, almost vulnerable. He didn’t answer right away, and for a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer at all.

But then, he spoke. “Because you’re different, Anshu. You don’t act like everyone else. You don’t try to impress me or pretend to be someone you’re not. You’re just... you. And I like that.”

His words took me by surprise. I didn’t know what to say. I had always thought I was just a normal, ordinary girl, but hearing Rohan say that made me feel special in a way I hadn’t felt before.

I looked down at my ice cream, not knowing how to respond. “I’m not that special,” I mumbled.

Rohan reached across the table and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You are to me,” he said softly.

My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. His eyes were so intense, and the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush. I didn’t know how to handle the feelings swirling inside me.

“Thank you for the ice cream,” I said quietly, trying to change the subject. “I think I should go now.”

Rohan nodded, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes. “I’ll take you home,” he said.

The ride back to my place was quiet. Neither of us said a word, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like we had said everything that needed to be said.

When we reached my house, Rohan walked me to the door. He didn’t try to kiss me or hold my hand. He just smiled and said, “Goodnight, Anshu. Take care.”

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions. “Goodnight, Rohan.”

As I closed the door behind me, I leaned against it, my heart still racing. What had just happened?