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First day back at college. Students from rich backgrounds filed in, dripping in designer clothes from head to toe—every one of them trying to outshine the other. But one stood out.

Reyhaan Malhotra.

He walked through the gates like trouble itself had arrived, a scent of alcohol mixed with cologne trailing behind him. Carefree, smirk permanently in place, eyes sparkling with mischief—he didn’t just enter the room, he owned it. So handsome, so infuriatingly cute, so undeniably naughty… just looking like pure, unfiltered trouble.

And then there was Amyra Singhania.

The new female professor. Walking down the hallway with confidence, head held high, heels clicking like the soundtrack to class and control. Every step screamed composure… until her head snapped to the side.

Her eyes locked on Reyhaan as he strolled past a group of girls, charm on full display, utterly unaware of how much chaos he was causing—or how much he would dominate her thoughts before she even knew his name.

And yes, she walked straight into a pillar.

"Ah, fuck," she muttered, rubbing her head.

Not exactly the composed, untouchable Amyra Singhania she usually was. But then again… this boy was already radiating trouble—and she had no idea he was going to be her favorite kind.

Right now, all she knew was that her head hurt, her heart was inexplicably racing, and the college—perfect, polished, elite—just got a whole lot more dangerous.

Professor Amyra rubbed her forehead, muttering a few choice curses under her breath, and made her way toward the staff room—the exclusive zone for all the female professors only. A safe haven, a little pocket of sanity in this elite, chaotic college.

As she entered, she was greeted with polite smiles and quiet conversations. Amyra found a corner, her own little space, and sat down, determined to organize her thoughts—and maybe survive her first day without losing all composure. She rubbed her head again, muttering, “Great start, Amyra. Really great.”

Next to her, a friendly voice interrupted her grumbling.

"Hi! I’m Professor Ayana… but you can call me Ayaana. You’re the new professor, right? Amyra Singhania, I heard about you."

Amyra offered a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Ayana. And yes, I’m the one and only Amyra.”

Ayana smirked knowingly. “Well, good luck on your first day. You’re going to need it. I hear you have one of the most… troublesome boys in your class.”

Amyra blinked. “WAIT. WHAT?”

Ayana leaned closer, whispering like she was about to reveal a dangerous secret. “His name is Reyhaan Malhotra. The most mischievous, flirtatious, chaotic student this college has ever seen. He doesn’t just cause trouble—he flirts with every female teacher he can get close to.”

Amyra raised an eyebrow, trying to hide the chill creeping down her spine.

Ayana chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I’m married, and even I couldn’t resist his little games. Honestly… he’s impossible.”

Amyra’s mind went blank for a moment. Impossible? Naughtiest? Flirts with teachers? She suddenly pictured the boy from earlier—the one who she had knocked herself into a pillar while looking at, dripping in mischief with that infuriating smirk…

Her stomach did a little flip. Oh god. Could it be him? The one who just made her feel completely off balance?

Her head throbbed again, and her heart skipped. Who is this Reyhaan Malhotra? And why does it feel like I’ve already met him…?

Little did she know, the trouble she had just bumped her head just because she turned her head to look at, the chaos she had felt firsthand, was the very same Reyhaan Malhotra, the most infamous, incorrigible student in the entire college.

And Amyra Singhania? She was about to find out exactly how dangerously charming trouble could get.

The buzzer rang—loud, commanding, impossible to ignore. Signal for all teachers and students to get to their classes.

Amyra walked to hers, entering the classroom with poise. Students shuffled, murmured, and organized themselves, but her focus wasn’t on them—it was on finding the boy. The one Professor Ayana had warned her about. The one who had already left her head spinning and that bump on the forehead.

And then she spotted him but is he the troublemaker Reyhaan Malhotra or some other student.

Of course she remained composed. Amyra Singhania—strict, stern, disciplined, no-nonsense—just like her father, Raj Singhania. Nothing in her expression betrayed the flutter in her chest, the slight tremor of curiosity… or the memory of that infuriating smirk.

She cleared her throat. Instantly, the classroom fell silent. Every eye was on her. That’s the kind of control and authority she wielded effortlessly.

"Good morning, everyone." Her voice was stern, low, commanding.

"Good morning, Professor."

"I’m your new professor—Amyra Singhania. One thing you must know: this is my classroom. These are my rules, and you will follow them. I am a no-nonsense teacher. If even one of you troubles me here, I won’t just kick you out of my class—I will send you straight to the dean." She leaned on her desk, letting her gaze sweep over every student.

She paused, letting the silence linger, heavy and intentional. Then she continued.

"When I call your name, you say ‘Here, Professor.’ If I hear anything else, anything stupid, I will punish you. Understood?"

"Understand, Professor."

Some students swallowed nervously. Some regretted ever signing up for her class. But Reyhaan Malhotra… he saw another pretty, hot, tempting professor, and his smirk grew. Already plotting. Already breaking rules—even before she had time to enforce them.

Professor Amyra called out names one by one, each student responding with a polite “Here, Professor.”

Until she reached that name.

She exhaled sharply.

"Reyhaan Malhotra… are you here?"

She lifted her gaze—and froze for a heartbeat.

He stood up slowly, peeling off his jacket in one smooth motion. The fitted T‑shirt underneath hugged his body just right, the kind that made half the girls in class sit up straighter. He stretched with an exaggerated yawn, arms raised, veins flexing, confidence dripping from every movement.

"I’m Reyhaan Malhotra. The one… the only… troublemaker."He flashed a smile—dangerous, playful, aware of the effect he had.

For a split second, Amyra felt her pulse skip. He had presence. Too much presence.

But she shut it down instantly.

Her expression stayed cold. Sharp. Unimpressed."Alright, Mr. Malhotra. Thank you for the… display. You may sit."

Reyhaan blinked. Dismissed?Just like that?

Any other professor would’ve blushed, stumbled over their own breath, or at least pretended not to stare.

But not Professor Amyra Singhania.

She was ice.Untouchable.

Reyhaan leaned back, muttering under his breath with a smirk tugging at his lips.

"She thinks she’s immune… cute. Game on, Ms. Singhania. I’ll make you melt. I’ll make you react. Let’s see how long your ice lasts."

And just like that—

the battle began.

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