Echo of Love between the Pages

1. Extra Assignment

"According to our schedule, this is Macroeconomics lecture, isn't it? Dhwani asked, but before I could respond another voice interrupted.

"Yes. And I have heard that the Macroeconomics professor is really hot." The girl sitting behind us said.

We looked behind at her. "Umm...sorry for interrupting. Actually, i couldn't stop myself." The girl said, smiling awkwardly, making us giggle. "By the way, I am Disha."

"I am Aadhya and she is Dhwani." I said with a smile. "Who is the professor you were talking about?" Dhwani asked curiously.

"His name....ummm...yes, his name is Ekansh Singhania." Disha said. I don't know why but after hearing the name, my heart started beating faster.

"You know, I have heard that he is really handsome. I mean really, really hot." Disha continued, her eyes shone dreamily.

"Then, I guess my attendance will be full." Dhwani said giggling.

Suddenly, silence spread throughout the class. A figure entered the class. He is a man who is probably in his late-twenties or maybe early thirties.

Disha was right. He is really handsome. His black eyes, sharp jawline adorned with stubble, his pointed nose, his locks falling on his forehead, everything is just perfect.

The crisp white shirt clung to his body perfectly. He is wearing a black pant with polished, black shoes. The sleeves of his shirt are folded, making his veiny arms peek through them.

"Ekansh Singhania" I whispered to myself as if testing how the name sounds from my mouth.

"Good morning." His deep, cold voice cut through the silence like a knife, bringing me out of my trance. I realised that I was gawking at my professor shamelessly. I immediately looked down.

"I am Ekansh Singhania, your Macroeconomics professor. Let me make a few things clear. I don't tolerate laziness in my class. You all are supposed to be punctual for my lecture and all the assignments should be completed on time." He continued. His deep voice is making my heart flutter.

What the hell, Aadhya!
He is your professor.
Get a grip on your hormones.

He started the lecture. To be honest, not only his face but his voice is also captivating. I fixed my gaze on my notebook to avoid gawking at him like a creep.

Why am I behaving like a teenager who got a crush on someone for the first time? Well, I am a teenager but soon I will enter my twenties. So, I should behave maturely.

But, I want to look at him once. No, no, I shouldn't. What if I start staring at him again? But one glance won't hurt, right? Okay. I will have a quick glance at him once.

I looked up once again. I couldn't help but get lost in his face. I started staring at him without even realising.

I looked at his locks that were falling on his forehead. I want to run my fingers in them. My gaze landed on his stubble. They look rough. I want to feel their roughness against my palm.

Suddenly, his black eyes met mine. My heart started racing. His eyes are blank, completely devoid of any emotion.

His face is perfect. No doubt about that. But his eyes, they are captivating. Despite being blank, his eyes have a certain magic. I just can't break the eye contact. The eye contact is so intense that it made my heart and stomach flutter.

I didn't realise when my pen slipped from my hand. The sound of the pen falling on the ground broke my trance. I peeled my eyes off him. My cheeks turned red in embarassment. I bent down and picked the pen up.