Line we shouldn't cross

Episode-1

Karla Smith POV -

Shutting off my alarm clock ,

I stretched and groaned .

' ugh morning again ',

To be honest , I m not a morning person . Not a night person either . Noon ? Evening ? Nope . I m just .....a relaxed person , or at least that's what I tell myself .

My day starts with nothing exciting . It's all boring - college , routine , and more routine . No situationships like my friends have . I guess I m chill , maybe too chill to think fall or whatever . Still , I feel that emptiness sometimes . I've got a great family and amazing sisters , friends but ... its still there

Walking downstairs , I grabbed a pear and headed to my car to drive to college . On the ride , I called my bestie , Jenna

'' Hey boo , where are you ? ''

'' On my way to hell , bro ''

She always sounds pissed , but she's not . Its just her tone .

'' Lol , me too ''

'' Catch you there then ''

'' yea ciao '' she said , and I ended the call ,

As I drove , my eyes drifted to the sky , and my mind wandered to the dream I always keep hidden - the one where I become a story writer , an author .

Through my books . I want people to believe in magic . I want them to feel that everything happens for a reason , and that life , no matter how unpredictable , is beautiful .

But I cant follow that dream . My mother doesnt support it . She wants me to become a doctor . And here I am , in the final stage of completing my degree .

In a few months , I'll be Dr, Karla Smith . But still , there's no real joy in it - nothing new , nothing exciting . The only thing keeping me going is knowing my parents will be proud . That thought keeps me a bit alive . The rest of me feels ... dead .

When I reached college , we were hit with both good and bad news .

Our obstetrics and Gynecology teacher is sick , so we've got a substitute .

He's a fresh final year OBGY post-grad from another college . We only have a few topics left , so he'll be covering them for now . That's what we were informed .

To celebrate our free time , we headed to the cafeteria . There was an unusual crowd , which felt weird for this hour . Ignoring the chaos and those random losers , me and my pretty nuisance of a group sat at our usual spot .

'' Karla , look at him , bro!!! "

Jenna smacked my thigh , pointing in the direction of some unknown guy .

I folllowed her gaze - and then I saw him .

His eyes were dark and captivating , eyebrows thick with a gleam that pulled you in . His beard was rough , his hair effortlessly messy . A black shirt with the top two buttons undone showed off a glimpse of his chest , and his blue jeans matched the whole look perfectly .

He looked young and way too handsome - like someone I could watch every day and never get tired of . He removed his specs for a second , then put them back on , and I swear he looked right at me .

'' Gosh , he's hot . Any idea who he is ? '' I asked ,

'' Nahh , but it's obvious - he's new here '' , Jenna replied .

The rest of the group didn't really care . One of then muttered ,

" Guys , we have our OBGY lecture now ,"

Cue the collective groan .

" The lady's sick , and the substitute wont be here for a few days , right ? So who's taking the class now ? Must be a prank call " , said our group's self-declared logical brain .

"The logic's solid , but the prank part ? It was a message from the Dean , Dude , '' I replied , grabbing my bag .

We all headed toward the lecture hall . Of course , we didnt walk like normal students - we were chaotic , loud , and totally unbothered .

Laughing , yelling , just being our usual obnoxious selves . That way , people knew we were coming , and the losers stayed clear of our path .

Inside the class , I took the third bench in the third row . I call it the " front backbencher " seat . My group , naturally , migrated to the last row , probably already planning their naps .

The hall filled up , but there was no sign of any professor .

I was just about convinced it was a prank when the door creaked open - and in walked him . The same guy fom the cafeteria .

We all stood up in stunned silence .

Jaw Dropped .

He was too young and too hot to be our professor . Even for a sub he is lit way too hot ...

He looked just a little older than us . That's when it hit me - he is postgraduate guy .

" Sit down , " he said , his voice firm but it still hold the authority .

"Hello, everyone , I'm Dr. Christopher . I’ll be your substitute for Obstetrics and Gynaecology. Some of you may find it odd, me being a guy teaching this subject, but the medical field is gender-neutral. I want you to feel comfortable during my lectures."

While he spoke, girls around me were already whispering about his looks. Some were even stalking him on social media. Typical.

Me? I was bored... but trying to focus. Yes, he was attractive, but now he seemed kind of like a cocky nerd. Intelligent, sure—but seriously, he’s going to be a gynecologist?

While I was lost in thought, he suddenly looked at me and asked something.

"Me...h?" I blinked.

"Yeah, you. What’s your name?"

"It’s Karla. Karla Smith."

"So Karla, what was being discussed in your last OBGY lecture?"

"ughh .... We finished Obstetric Emergencies , and in Gynecology, we’d just started Abnormal Uterine Bleeding."

"Hmm, looks like you’ve already covered quite a bit. That leaves me with less to teach."

"So let’s continue with the Gynecology part first. Once we finish that, we’ll get back to OBG ."

He began the lecture, and I tried to keep up. Honestly, it was going way over my head, but I was still concentrating. On the lecture, yes—but maybe also a little on him.

After about an hour, he paused and ended the class. He had potential, no doubt. He was smooth, confident, and sharp. And yep—he was definitely watching me. Meanwhile, I was staring like a blank page.

"Karla, did you understand the lecture?" he asked suddenly.

Why me?!

"Uh, yeah. It was understandable... and informative too. Thanks, s...i-i-ir."

I struggled to say sir, but had to.

"Okay then. We’ll meet tomorrow."

And with that, he left the class.

But I could still feel a thing , a vibe which were coming from himlike he is gone but a attraction a pull towards him....

But in class ,

I could feel the jealous stares poking me from behind like little daggers. Whatever...

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