🌙 Episode 1:
The Girl in the Last Row
The first day of the semester.
Northbridge University buzzed with new energy — laughter, nervous whispers, ambition filling every corner.
In the very last row of the lecture hall sat Elara Rahman.
Quiet. Focused. Distant.
She wasn't trying to stand out.
Yet somehow, she did.
The classroom door opened again. Late.
Every head turned.
A tall boy stepped inside with unbothered confidence. Dark eyes. Calm posture. Slightly dangerous aura.
Zayn Malik.
He scanned the room once — and then his gaze stopped.
On her.
Elara didn't look away.
That was the first mistake.
Something unspoken passed between them in that brief eye contact — curiosity, challenge… maybe even a spark.
When class ended, she walked into the hallway, adjusting the strap of her bag.
"Do you always sit in the last row?"
His voice came from behind her.
She turned slowly. "Do you always come late?"
A slow smile spread across his face.
"Coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee with strangers."
He stepped slightly closer — not touching, but close enough to shift the air between them.
"Then let's not be strangers."
For a second, her composure cracked. Just a little.
Then she walked away.
But neither of them missed the way the tension followed.
And under the wide university sky that evening,
something had already begun.