First Look in University

The first day at university had always seemed like a distant dream for Aleena. Now, standing at the edge of the auditorium steps with her ID swinging from her neck and her notebook clutched tightly in her arms, that dream was her new reality. The campus buzzed with laughter, introductions, and awkward hellos. She was overwhelmed, and her heart raced with both excitement and fear.

She stepped inside, scanning the rows of seats in the orientation hall. Most students were already seated, whispering to their neighbors, trying to make friends. She found an empty spot near the center and took a deep breath before settling in.

That’s when she saw him.

Across the aisle, a guy with a navy-blue hoodie and neatly combed hair was staring at the front screen—but not really watching. His focus seemed divided, his eyes flicking toward her seat every few seconds. His face was calm, composed, but there was something in his gaze that caught Aleena’s breath.

Their eyes met.

Just for a second.

But that second slowed time.

He quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the orientation slides. Aleena tried to pay attention too, but her heart wasn’t listening. It had noticed the way he sat—slightly slouched but confident. It had noticed his eyes—not too light, not too dark, just enough to leave a question behind.

After the session, students spilled out into the courtyard. Aleena joined a group for the campus tour. As luck—or something stronger—would have it, he was there too.

“Hi,” he said casually, walking beside her. “I think we sat near each other.”

She nodded. “Yeah, center row?”

“Exactly,” he smiled. “I’m Hamza. Engineering.”

“Aleena. Psychology.”

“Brains and emotions,” he grinned. “Nice combo.”

She laughed, the sound surprising even herself. They walked together, exchanging the usual questions—where are you from, what hostel, any siblings. It felt effortless. Familiar.

Days passed, then weeks. Campus life became routine, but Aleena’s morning didn’t feel complete until she spotted Hamza across the lawn, in the library hallway, or sometimes, in the cafeteria line. They weren’t in the same department, but their paths crossed often enough to feel intentional.

He started waiting for her after her classes, walking her halfway to the hostel. Sometimes they studied in the common room, silently, the unspoken comfort thick between them. No one had said anything out loud—not yet—but everyone who saw them together could feel it.

One afternoon, under the old neem tree near the canteen, Hamza finally spoke.

“I still remember your face from orientation,” he said, sipping his chai. “You looked scared.”

She laughed. “I was! I didn’t know a single soul.”

“You know one now.”

He looked at her with that same calm gaze, the one that had first startled her in the auditorium.

She met his eyes. “I know more than one. But one matters most.”

His smile deepened.

From then on, their bond grew stronger. They began having lunch together, studying in the library, and taking long walks around campus when classes ended. They talked about dreams, fears, failed quizzes, and future plans. Hamza told her he wanted to build smart systems that helped the world. Aleena shared her goal of becoming a therapist for teenagers.

“You listen like one already,” he once told her.

She blushed. “You talk like someone worth listening to.”

But as the semester wore on, their quiet bond started drawing attention. Some classmates teased them. A few whispered things not worth repeating. One of Aleena’s hostel mates even warned her.

“He’s nice, but you’re too different. Psychology girl with an engineering guy? He’ll get busy, you’ll get emotional.”

Aleena brushed it off. But the seed was planted.

One evening, after a tiring day, she avoided Hamza. Didn’t reply to his messages. Skipped their usual walk.

He noticed.

The next day, he waited for her near the canteen.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

She shrugged. “Just tired.”

He didn’t press. But he looked hurt.

She hated that.

So the next evening, she texted him to meet by the old tree.

When he arrived, she said, “I’m scared.”

He looked confused. “Of what?”

“Of how much this means to me. And how much it might hurt later.”

Hamza stepped closer. “Aleena, I don’t know the future. But I know right now. And right now, I choose you.”

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She didn’t speak. Just nodded.

They stood together, letting silence do the talking.

Second semester came. Assignments, presentations, and internship hunts added pressure. But their bond held. Sometimes there were arguments—missed texts, misunderstandings—but they always found their way back.

On the anniversary of their first meeting, Hamza surprised her with a painting. It was of an auditorium, one seat in the center, a girl with a notebook, and a boy across the aisle.

“Your memory’s too sharp,” she whispered.

“I remember the moment I knew.”

She smiled. “Me too.”

By their final year, they had become campus legends. “That first-look couple,” juniors would whisper. Professors smiled knowingly when they walked in together.

And when graduation came, they walked the stage not just as students, but as best friends, companions, and something more.

Their story began with a glance—but what lasted was everything after.


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Note:
This story was created with the assistance of AI (ChatGPT), then manually edited for originality, accuracy, and alignment with Vocal Media’s guidelines.