Unconditional Love With My Conditional Boyfriend

Seems to be the day began so faster. I woke up at 6’o clock in the morning with full of excitement. I had the tastiest breakfast in my hostel which is really shocking, I found it as my lucky day because generally, hostel do not provide tasty food. I recognised the surroundings are beautiful. Is it because I’m happy or excited for my first day to college? It's my first day in college. Cloudy weather fell when I walked into the campus. I’m so excited with the college atmosphere and amazed looking at the student culture inside the campus, the couples, bookworms, friendly gangs, individuals enjoying the cloudy but pleasant weather. Totally the student-life in the campus made me euphoric after seeing people around me in college. To be precise, I have widely opened my lips and smiling. I’m carrying a backpack and a folded paper in my left hand. I’m searching for my department and walking forward with a confusion state because the campus has various blocks. I’m unable to find it but almost reached the department. I have decided to ask someone, the way to my concerned department. No one was around me. Suddenly a guy coming towards me. I have decided to ask him for the directions to my concerned department. He almost arrived the spot where I’m waiting for him and about to cross the way. I called him, " excuse me?" " What?", he asked me in return while glaring at my left hand holding a paper and again started looking at my face. He is so handsome with perfect body. I’m unable to turn my sight when I see his wrinkles on forehead. His eyes seems curious. I think I shouldn’t make him wait but I’m unable to speak straight because I couldn’t resist myself from looking at his lips. They are so thin and in the form of a half smile. I think he figured out that I’m nervous. He gave a questioning look by raising his left eyebrow. Oh no I shouldn’t take his time. I’m nervous to talk to him by looking into his eyes, so I just turned my head and asked him “ I’m looking for….” while asking him the direction, I just adjusted my hair with my left hand in which I carried a paper. My sentences are incomplete and while I raised my left hand to adjust the hair, in the half way, he grabbed my paper and made it into pieces. I couldn’t figure out what exactly was happening. He finally showed an aggressive expression and said “ I’m not interested” and left. I’m completely devastated with his behaviour. He is so good looking, seems to be kind and dignified but how could he do this to me. Oh god, it’s my admission letter. I have no time to take another copy of admission letter and I don’t even know where exactly I can get a re-print of my admission letter at this huge campus. I have to complain, he has no rights to do this to me. I picked the pieces of my admission letter and reached my department. I guessed wrong that today is my lucky day. I have entered in to the department and looking for the office. I have decided not to ask anyone and started searching. After five minutes of my wondering, I found the department office room where the head of the department is working very seriously. I’m afraid to complain about that guy. I sighed deeply and walked into the office and knocked the door. He looked at me and did not say anything . I started the conversation. “ Good morning sir, I’m Ayesha, newly joined in MSc.”. I’m completely tensed. My heart beat raised immensely. The head of the department replied, “ hello Ayesha, welcome. Could you please hand me your admission letter? I couldn’t speak. I have cleared the sweat on my forehead with my hand. He could see I’m tensed but did not ask me anything. So I replied him that “ Sir, I’m really sorry I have only the pieces of my admission letter”. He smiled at me with a confusion on his face. I know I’m wasting his precious time but I have no other option. The HOD asked me, “ Ayesha, may I know what happened exactly?” “I’m sorry sir. It’s because of a guy…” I replied while turning my head to my left side and the sentence is incomplete. When I turned my head to my left, I have seen the guy there who has arrogant attitude towards me, Mr. Handsome. So, I immediately showed him to my HOD, “ sir, he is the guy who grabbed my admission letter and made it into pieces”. My face is totally red with anger after seeing his face again. But HOD seems to not trust my words. He asked me, “ are you sure Ayesha? Is it because of Ashwin?” Oh, his name is Ashwin. He has quite a good name too. I asked HOD to get the truth from him by himself. HOD didn’t trust me yet. He asked Ashwin to come into the office chamber. He is standing beside me. My heart beat rate increased again. I still couldn’t resist my eyes to look at him. HOD started a conversation with Ashwin, “ Ashwin, have you met Ayesha?” Mr. Handsome replied “ no sir”. “Excuse me sir, he is lying. Mr. Handsome..” I struck. Did I just call him Mr. Handsome. Oh no, I can’t look at him. HOD is also looking at me with a quiet shocking expression. Ashwin just gave a glance at me. “ I’m sorry, Mr. Ashwin, I am Ayesha, the person who asked you for the way to my department and did not get the chance to finish my question because you grabbed my admission letter and made it into pieces”. I have shown him the pieces of paper with my hands. He said sorry to HOD and “ sir, I thought it was a love letter. So I did it. I’m sorry sir”. It was more of a shock. I smiled arrogantly and said to Ashwin, “ how could you even think of it Mr. Ashwin? Do you really think that you are good enough to get a love letter from me? I was kind of aggressive but he is actually far better to get a love letter from me. He is such a good looking person but now I have to protect my self-respect, so I have to speak in a way of arrogance. “ Ayesha, control. He is your senior, a PhD scholar from our department. I’ll consider this issue, so don’t worry. I’ll get you another copy of your admission letter and Ashwin don’t repeat it again” , HOD concluded the conversation. Ashwin said sorry to HOD but not to me and left the chamber. HOD gave me an another copy of my admission letter with his attested signature. But I’m totally embarrassed because of the complaint on the very first day in the campus. I left the office chamber with huge regret. Oh god, I’m again confused in search of my classroom. I should have asked HOD. If I disturb him again, it wouldn’t be manners. I’ll try to find it myself. In search of the classroom, I entered into a laboratory. The lab seems to be with advanced equipment. I turned around and looking the lab. At my back I heard a voice, “complaint on the very first day, wow”. I’ve turned back. It’s Mr. Handsome. Oh wait, did he just read my mind! “ it was all because of you”, I pointed my index finger at him and moving towards him. “ Why don’t you learn how to ask someone a question in more appropriate way, miss Ayesha”, he said by moving forward towards me. I’m stepping back while he is coming towards me. I moved backward until my way got blocked with a wall. I’m now leaning on the wall. Ashwin placed his left hand on the wall just beside my head, he blocked me with his hand around me, on the wall. He is slowly coming near my face, looking into my eyes. I presumed that he was going to kiss me. His body scent really mesmerized me. He almost reached my lips and turned his face to the right and whispered, “ Do you really think, am I not good enough to get a love letter from you? Don’t over imagine yourself.” . I’m again devastated with his rudeness. I have remained with no expression. I just pushed him back forcibly and just showed an expression of warning by pointing my index finger at his face. But his expression is quite cunning, seems to be that he has something in his mind. I was about to leave the lab but he called me again, “ oye”? I turned back and said “ what?” with an aggressive look. “Your classroom is on the third floor, room number 305”, he replied to me. He actually called me to tell the way to the class because he knew that I lost my way and entered the lab. I bit my lip and closed my eyes by turning my head shy. I said thanks and left for the classroom. I entered the class with irritation. Other students are glaring at me until I find an empty seat beside my old friend from undergraduate. She is Naina. We both are best friends from our undergraduate. She greeted me, “ hi Ayesha, what’s up with your mood? You seem to be in tension”. “ I have met a guy downstairs, who pieced my admission letter and did not say sorry and irritated me to the core , ”I replied. She asked me, “ oh my god, who is that guy?” I asked her to leave the topic and “ let’s get some happy mood with the first class in the college”. It’s just a minute, I have seen Mr. Handsome entering in to my class. “Why the hell is he coming in to the class” I said in a husky voice. Naina did not listen to me and started exciting after seeing Ashwin. I’m surprised, the whole class is getting excited with his arrival. Of course my heart is also getting excited, the number of heart beats per minute increased but why? He is handsome, so what?, he is totally rude. I’m not going to fall for his looks, it’s a matter of self-respect after I have seen the excitement of my classmates. I raised my head and looked at him with a normal reaction. I didn’t show my excitement on my face. I asked Naina to stop getting excited. She said, “ how can I dear, he is staring at us." What? Is he staring at me and it is yes, he is staring at us, actually looking at me. I turned my eyes to avoid his looks and he gave a curious look after seeing me doing that. I asked Naina, “ do you know him?” She said “ yes, I just heard from one of our classmates that he is Ashwin, doing a PhD in our department. He is the most handsome guy on campus and ultimately talented. He also has five research papers published during his masters degree”. I was surprised how she could gather such information about him? How can a human be so perfect, is this a drama? I just nagged with myself. He just came to the class to check the documents in the check list for registration. He seems so cool and extremely attractive. Wait, why I’m mesmerizing about his looks? I’m beautiful too. But I became extra cautious about my appearance, I should have wear a nice outfit. Relax Ayesha, I’m good, I reminded myself. He reached Naina and asked for the documents. She seems very happy that he touched her documents and looked at her, may be she is gone crazy. I felt they are really making a huge scene for him. He finished checking her documents and turned towards me. I gulped because of agitation. I didn’t give him a chance to ask for my documents and handed over my documents to him directly. He checked my admission letter and smiled. He asked me in a sarcastic manner but kind of a romantic tune, “oh, you got the one immediately”. His voice is magical. My voice got struck when he talked about the admission letter and bit my lip because I’m nervous. So, I remained calm and tried to avoid his eye contact. He finished checking my documents. As I was sitting on a chair, he bent and came closer to me, I turned my head to see Naina. Her expression shows curiosity. Ashwin bent to ask me to sign on to the admission letter, which I missed because I took a re-copy. I adjusted my throat and said okay to Ashwin. He said, “ sign it now. I have to confirm it”, in a rude tone with a straight contact into my eyes. I’m vexed with his rudeness towards me but it also feels romantic. I signed the letter. He moved to the next candidate. Why have I been feeling differently when I see Ashwin? Whatever the reason, I shouldn’t cling to these feelings. He finished checking registration documents and left the class. But he returned to the class in a few seconds and asked us to attend the orientation class and the campus tour, which is going to begin in ten minutes. I'm excited to see the library which is my favourite spot to be peaceful without talking to anyone. I like to talk very little, I would love to be silent. It doesn’t mean that I’m into the meditation. When you talk less, the chances of controversies are rare. I hate to fight, of-course, everyone does. It’s different in my case. The thing is, I don’t want to shout, moreover I’m lazy to talk. I felt, it’s good if I don’t meet Ashwin around during the campus tour and orientation class but he is my senior. So, I obviously have chances to see him around. We were invited to the orientation hall. I’m looking around here and there. “Wait, am I searching for Mr. Handsome? No, I’m not Ms. Ayesha, am not”, I spoke to myself in my head. A guy, may be my classmate, called me to ask whether the seat beside to me is occupied or not. I was about to say no but I heard a voice behind me, “ yes, it is occupied. You better look for another chair”. Oh my god ! It is Ashwin.