Their Tangled Hearts
prologue
Early morning, university campus. Sunlight filters softly over the dewy lawns, glinting off polished paths and the occasional flutter of notebook pages. Birds chirp as students wander, some laughing, some hurrying to class. The air smells faintly of fresh paper and jasmine from nearby bushes.
Narration: A new semester always brings excitement… but today felt different. There was tension in the air, subtle but noticeable, as if the campus itself was holding its breath.
Anvika (FL)
(Walking briskly across the courtyard, thinking) New semester… new teachers… new challenges. I wonder if this year will be different. Somehow, I have a feeling it will.
Merra
(Catching up) Hey! You’re early as always. Aren’t you a little nervous? First day, first impressions…
Anvika (FL)
Nervous? (Laughs softly) Me? Never. I just hope the professors aren’t… too strict.
Merra
(Rolling eyes) You say that now, but wait until the Italian professor shows up. Have you heard? They say he’s… different.
Anvika (FL)
Different? (Smirking) I like different. Ordinary is boring.
Across the courtyard, a figure appeared. Tall, confident, with broad shoulders and a calm but commanding presence. His dark, wavy hair glimmered in the sunlight. Sharp, piercing green eyes scanned the courtyard, taking in every detail. High cheekbones, a defined jawline, and lips that were firm but somehow perfectly proportioned gave him an aura of elegance and danger. Every step he took was precise, measured, and his leather briefcase swung gently by his side.
student
(Whispering to a friend) That must be him… Professor Falcone… from Italy…
student group
(Eyes widening) So handsome… so intimidating…
Anvika (FL)
(Glancing briefly) Italian, huh? Those eyes… they feel like they can see right through you. And that jawline… Wow. He’s tall, lean, but solid… intimidating… captivating…
Merra
(Whispering) Just don’t make a fool of yourself, okay? First impressions matter
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Fool? Please… let him be impressed. I like a challenge.
Nobody knew much about him yet. Rumors, half-truths, and quiet speculation floated among the students. He had come from Italy to teach… but there was an air of secrecy, a weight in his presence that hinted at more than just a professor.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) More than a professor… maybe. Maybe not. Either way, I’m ready.
The campus seemed to pause for a moment as the figure walked past, his gaze briefly lingering on her. An invisible spark ignited — a spark that would set the stage for tension, misunderstandings, and unexpected connections.
Merra
(Whispering) Watch out… I have a feeling this professor is going to shake things up.
Anvika (FL)
Thinking) Shake things up? Perfect. I like that. Let the semester begin.
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Arrival of the Italian Professor
Classroom. Mid-morning. Students settle into their seats as sunlight streams in through tall windows. Notebooks are open, pens ready.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Calmly, authoritative) Good morning. I am Professor Falcone, your Accounts and Business Management instructor.
student
(Whispering) Wow… so tall… so Italian… so intimidating…
Anvika (FL)
(Whispering to Meera, thinking) Another foreign professor… I wonder if he’s going to be as strict as he looks.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Eyes scanning the room) Settle down. Introductions first. I want to know who you are.
student group
( All students introduce themselves )
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) His eyes… green, piercing… they feel like they cut straight to your thoughts. And that jawline… cheekbones… lips… Wow. He’s intimidating… but somehow… captivating.
Anvika (FL)
(Confidently, nodding) I’m Anvika. (Inner smirk) Here to learn.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Raises an eyebrow, faint smirk) Confident. Let’s see if your work matches that confidence.
student group
(Whispering) Be careful… he looks strict.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Strict? I like a challenge.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Walking slowly between desks) In business and accounts, precision matters. Mistakes are costly. Effort alone isn’t enough.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Effort vs. precision… okay. He’s already judging. Let’s push back a little.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Pausing at her desk) You… seem different from the others.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking, slightly surprised) Different? How? He’s looking straight at me… probably assumes I’m a rich kid. Let him think.
Anvika (FL)
(Quietly) I’m just here to learn, sir.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Slight smirk) Learning requires more than sitting and writing. Observe. Question. Think critically.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Observe, question, think critically… Noted. But he doesn’t scare me.
The next few minutes became a silent battle. Alexandro challenged her on every point, his critiques precise, sharp. Anvika countered with confidence, daring arguments, and subtle wit. Their verbal sparring drew the attention of the class — a silent duel of wits, intellect, and ego.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Finally) Enough for today. Ms. Anvika, you’ve shown potential… but remember, observation is as important as execution.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking, smirking) Observation… like he thinks he’s the king of observations. I’ll see about that.
Merra
(Whispering as they leave) That was… intense. You two are like fire and ice.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Fire and ice? Maybe. Or maybe I’m just warming up.
Outside the classroom, students whispered excitedly. Some admired Anvika’s courage, others Alexandro’s intensity. Neither noticed the subtle glance they exchanged — a flicker of recognition, curiosity, and something electric.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) He’s infuriating… yet somehow… I can’t stop thinking about him.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Thinking, watching her leave) Persistent. Confident. Annoying… but intriguing.
The semester had begun, but the real battle — of minds, hearts, and unspoken tension — had only just started.
first clash
Accounts and Business Management classroom, mid-morning. The sunlight filters softly through the tall windows, and the faint hum of the projector fills the room. Students chatter quietly as Alexandro arranges his materials.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Calm, authoritative) Today, we’ll discuss financial statements and their interpretation. Accuracy is key. Half-hearted work will not be tolerated.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Half-hearted work? I’m not afraid of him. But… something about his presence makes my heart race.
student
(Whispering) Look at him… so composed… so intimidating…
Anvika (FL)
(Whispering to Meera) I can handle it. Watch me.
Alexandro moves between desks, eyes scanning each student. He stops abruptly in front of Anvika, his gaze sharp.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
Ms. Anvika, I hope you understand that in business, mistakes can be costly. What’s your approach to analyzing a balance sheet?
Anvika (FL)
(Confidently) Sir, I always start by comparing current and previous periods, looking for trends and anomalies… and then I analyze the causes behind them.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Raises eyebrow, faint smirk) Good. But do you know the underlying principles of variance analysis?
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) He’s testing me already… (Aloud) Yes, I do. It’s about comparing actual versus budgeted performance to identify deviations and their reasons.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Nods slightly) Correct. But knowing theory is not enough. Can you apply it under real-time scenarios?
Anvika (FL)
(Smiling slightly) That depends on the scenario, sir.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Tilts head, intrigued) Ms. Anvika… confident and bold. Interesting
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Bold? I like that he notices me… but I won’t let him intimidate me.
Anvika (FL)
For the next half hour, the classroom became a silent battlefield. Alexandro posed questions, some tricky, some practical. Anvika answered each, her voice steady, sometimes playful, often sharp. Their exchange drew curious glances from other students.
student
(Whispering) They’re… like a match. Fire and ice.
Merra
(Whispering to Anvika) Careful… he’s clearly impressed… maybe too much.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) Impressed? Let’s see how long that lasts.
After class, students file out. Anvika packs her bag slowly, noticing Alexandro observing her from the podium.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) He’s still watching… Why does it feel like he’s analyzing me instead of the class?
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Thinking) Ms. Anvika… capable, confident… but there’s something she’s hiding. Intriguing.
On the way out, Anvika bumps into another student, spilling her papers.
Anvika (FL)
(Irritated) Watch where you’re going!
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Approaching silently, holding out his hand) Careful. A small mistake here could lead to bigger consequences.
Anvika (FL)
(Taking the papers, thinking) He’s infuriating… always so cold, so… precise.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Thinking) Her confidence is admirable… but there’s defiance beneath it.
As they exit the classroom, a subtle tension lingers — eyes meeting, neither willing to back down. Their first real clash had ended, but the spark was unmistakable.
Anvika (FL)
(Thinking) I’ll keep him on his toes. Let him think he’s in control.
Alexandro Falcone (ML)
(Thinking) Ms. Anvika… persistent, bold, and annoyingly sharp. I need to understand her better.
The semester had only begun, yet a silent rivalry had already formed. Behind the polite smiles and composed words, a storm of unspoken tension and hidden curiosity brewed.
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