When Eyes Meet

Episode 6

Just this morning, Srishti had been nothing more than a new institution to her.

But now…

It already felt like the beginning of something.

And somewhere deep inside her heart, a strange feeling whispered quietly—

That the dream from last night was only the start of the story.

“I think we’re going to experience a lot here,” Meera said while the two of them walked toward the main gate.

Sakshi smiled softly.

“Yeah,” she agreed quietly. “I think so too.”

The rain had slowed into a gentle drizzle now, covering the campus roads with a silver shine. Students hurried past them with umbrellas while security guards guided vehicles near the entrance.

Everything felt strangely peaceful.

By the time Sakshi’s father arrived to pick her up, Meera waved goodbye dramatically.

“See you tomorrow, future writing-club celebrity.”

Sakshi laughed. “Bye, drama queen.”

After getting into the car, she leaned back against the seat tiredly.

“So?” her father asked while starting the engine. “How was your first day?”

Sakshi looked out the window for a moment.

“It was… nice.”

“Just nice?”

She smiled faintly. “Okay, maybe more than nice.”

“That’s better.”

As the car moved through the rain-covered streets, Sakshi rested her head lightly against the window glass.

But her mind wasn’t calm at all.

Again and again, the same moments replayed inside her head.

The dream.

The proposal.

The library conversation.

The way Adit looked at her.

The strange familiarity in his eyes.

She frowned slightly.

Why was she thinking about him this much?

It made no sense.

She had only met him today.

Yet every time she remembered his voice, her heart reacted before her brain could stop it.

And the worst part?

She didn’t even fully understand what she was feeling.

It wasn’t exactly an attraction.

Not entirely curiosity either.

It was something strange.

Like her heart recognized something her mind hadn’t figured out yet.

Sakshi sighed softly and closed her eyes for a second.

“Am I overthinking this?”

Probably.

Definitely.

Yet no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it was just a coincidence…

That dream still refused to leave her mind.

Meanwhile, far away on the rain-soaked campus of Srishti Institute, Adit stood alone near the library window, absentmindedly looking at the same notice board Sakshi had been staring at earlier.

And for reasons even he couldn’t explain…

He found himself remembering her too.

Adit let out a quiet breath and looked away from the library window.

Rain continued falling outside, blurring the campus lights into soft golden streaks.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself.

He picked up the stack of files from the table and started walking toward the faculty room.

Dream-like moments happen in real life sometimes. People looked familiar. Conversations felt meaningful. It didn’t mean anything.

She was just a random student.

A first-year student, he happened to meet in the library.

Nothing more.

Adit shook his head lightly as if trying to clear his thoughts.

“I’ve been friendly with hundreds of students here,” he reminded himself internally. “This institution has been running for ten years. Every batch has students who love books, writing, films…”

So why was today different?

Why was her face still stuck in his mind?

The way she looked around the library with genuine wonder…

The way her eyes lit up while talking about writing…

And strangely enough—

The way her name sounded familiar when she introduced herself.

“Sakshi.”

He stopped walking for a second.

Then immediately sighed in frustration.

“You seriously need sleep.”

A junior faculty member passing through the corridor noticed him standing there.

“Sir? Everything okay?”

Adit blinked back to reality quickly.

“Hm? Yeah. Fine.”

The other professor nodded casually and continued walking.

Adit rubbed the back of his neck before finally entering the faculty room.

Inside, conversations about schedules, subjects, and first-year orientations filled the space. Some professors were already complaining about attendance and assignments before classes had even started.

Normally, he would have joined the discussion easily.

But today, his focus felt strangely scattered.

Without realizing it, his eyes drifted toward the rain outside once again.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, a dangerous thought quietly formed—

What if today wasn’t just a coincidence?

“What happened to you?”

Adit looked up immediately as someone entered the faculty room carrying a coffee cup in one hand and a laptop bag over his shoulder.

Shaan Malhotra.

Unlike most students, Shaan was one of the few final years who had unrestricted access to the faculty department because of his role as student head of multiple campus clubs — especially the Creative Writing Club.

Tall, confident, and annoyingly observant, Shaan walked in like he owned half the institution.

Adit leaned back slightly in his chair. “Nothing happened.”

Shaan narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Shaan placed the coffee on the table and sat across from him casually.

“You’ve been staring at rain for the last five minutes,” he pointed out. “Either you’re writing poetry again or something’s wrong.”

“Why does everyone here exaggerate everything?”

“Occupational hazard. We’re from the writing department.”

Adit shook his head with a faint laugh despite himself.

Shaan studied him carefully for another moment before speaking again.

“First years arrived today, right?”

“Hm.”

“And?”

“And what?”

Shaan smirked knowingly. “You met someone interesting.”

Adit immediately looked at him. “No.”

“That was way too fast to be believable.”

Adit sighed and picked up a random file just to avoid the conversation.

“She’s literally just a student.”