Saved by my Bully

1. First day with him

AANA

Going to the university súcks! I was so damn happy in India, with my parents. But then suddenly, they had to come up with the idea of sending me to Milan, to continue with my studies.

According to my mom, I have remarkable skills in designing, not that she over estimates me for my designing skills, but her decision of sending me Milan is not what I would appreciate.

I knew dad was reluctant to send me here, but mom persuaded him by just making a pouty face. Sometimes I wonder how much in love they both are with each other. My parents exhibit the exact definition of perfect love that anyone would think of.

I wish I could get someone who would love me the way dad loves my mom. But forget that! Right now, I have to decide my outfit for today.

Now that my parents have sent me here, I have to complete this degree in fashion designing to the earliest and get back home.

With a sigh, I picked up a new black skirt and a white crop top. I placed it on the counter such that I won't have to waste time in choosing the outfit for myself.

One of the perks of being daughter to an extra rich father is that he took care of every facility needed by me even in this country. Unlike all other students, I don't have to live in the hostel. My dad has bought this luxurious apartment for me and has even arranged for a cook and a househelp.

The only thing that I have to do here is to study and get done with my degree.

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I reached the university, but once again, my friend, Iris is late. So I waited for her, outside the class.

She is a bad àss, completely opposite to me, but is my only friend here. Not that the other students don't want to be my friend, it's just I don't want to make many friends. Or I should rather say, I ain't capable of making many friends.

She texted me that she will be late because she left her car at some random bar the night before. I seriously don't understand this girl.

How could she go and meet with any random guy, she varely knows?

What if ghe guy will prove to be a serial killer or something even worse, a psychopath?

"Thanks for waiting Aana! Let's go!" She said as she came to stand beside me. Even though my name is Aanya Kapoor, I always like to be addressed as Aana. Aanya is such a long name, whereas Aana is better, as per my preference, short and subtle.

As we entered the study hall, the proffesor announced that a new student will be coming today, and we should co-operate with whoever the new student shall be.

"I don't understand, what's the point in getting admission during this time of the semester." Iris muttered from beside me.

"Why would we care?" I muttered as we took our respective seats.

"Whatever! I just hope he would be a sexy dude then." Iris muttered as she sat and settled beside me.

"What if he is not someone you would want to sleep next to?" I questioned half-jokingly.

"But what if he is more handsome than the devil himself?" She replied with a wink.

"And what if he will ask the soul in return?" I counter questioned.

"What if you would be tempted to give in?" She retorted back.

I closed my eyes at her statement, took a long, deep breath, and said, "We were not talking about me!"

"We were talking about the new guy. Let's see who he would tempt..." Iris said thoughtfully.

Before I could say anything as her reply, the door opened and someone walked in. The air seemed to become charged as he strode in. He was not any random guy, he was the devil himself. Iris was true in reasoning with her what if's.

Also, he didn't look like a student. He appeared as if he was our professor. Sophisticated and disciplined. Just like a grown àss man.

He was someone any female could die to lay her hands on.

"Damn!" Someone half whistled from behind us. The new guy stood at the threshold of the benches and analysed all the students present there.

"I won't mind having him." A girl said seductively from a corner. Some of the girls giggled and appreciative whispers echoed around me. The remarks annoyed and angered me.

This man looked like he could lead an army, but definitely could not learn fashion designing. What was he here for, then?

He then turned slightly as he met every person's eyes one by one, as if searching for one particular person.

He brought a strange dark aura with him. An aura that was pulling my attention towards him.

He seemed dangerous. An unusual kind of warning came with him, as if telling everyone to keep themselves safe from him.

As his eyes travelled from every person present there, and came to settle on mine, like his search ended on me.

I don't know for how long his steel grey eyes held my eyes captive to him. With slight beard growing on his chin, and messy strands of hair on his forehead, he looked none less than a devil, in search of his prey.

I wanted to take in whole of his body with my eyes, but I couldn't because his eyes held my eyes captive. I couldn't make myself look away from his eyes.

When the whispers and hustle from the people around us became too loud, our eyes finally separated from each other's. I stole a look at him and witnessed him strong muscular torso. He was probably more than six feet.

There were so many unsual things about this stranger. A man like him is not expected to study fashion designing. Also, his age seemed nowhere around us.

Why was he here then?

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TO BE CONTINUED...