Alya was an ordinary student with extraordinary dreams. In her third year of university, she was known for her sharp mind and quiet beauty. She preferred the company of books over people—until she met *him*.
Professor Daniel was different from the other lecturers. He had a quiet charm, a gentle smile, and a passion for literature that captivated everyone who listened. He wasn’t just teaching poetry—he was living it. And without realizing it, Alya was falling.
It all began one late afternoon when she stayed behind after class. She had questions about a difficult poem, but their conversation drifted beyond the classroom. They spoke about life, dreams, and the ache of wanting something just out of reach.
Days passed, and those casual talks became a ritual. Alya found herself lingering after every lecture, craving more time with him. Daniel knew he should draw a line, but every time he looked at her—bright-eyed and full of wonder—he forgot his own rules.
One evening, as they stood by the window of his office watching the rain, she laughed softly at one of his jokes. He turned to look at her—really look at her—and in that fragile.