Sumaira's POV

It was around 4:00 in the morning. I woke up from a few hours of restless sleep and sat on my bed, feeling the lingering effects of a minor headache from the flight. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the subtle but persistent throb that had settled in. The brief rest I’d managed had helped, making the pain more manageable.

Realizing that trying to return to sleep was futile, I sighed. My mind raced with the events of the past few days, and the mild ache made it harder to focus. I glanced at the clock—4:00 AM. The early hour offered no respite from the turmoil consuming me.

I slipped out of bed, careful to avoid sudden movements that might worsen the pounding in my head. The cool wooden floor against my feet was a welcome distraction. I made my way to the bathroom, hoping a splash of cold water might provide some relief.

As I approached the bathroom door, I turned the handle and pushed it open with more force than intended. The door swung wide, and in that moment, I collided with a solid form emerging from the bathroom.

“Whoa!” I exclaimed as the collision sent both of us tumbling. I landed on top of him, knocking him backward onto the floor.

“Are you blind or what?” I snapped, frustration mingling with my headache.

The guy’s grip tightened on my shoulder, almost painfully. “First of all, get off me,” he hissed, his voice low and impatient. “I don’t have all day to lie here with you crushing my ribs.” He grumbled under his breath, clearly annoyed, and tried to push me off.

I scrambled to get up, my head throbbing like a jackhammer. Once I was off him, he let out a relieved sigh and sat up, rubbing his back. His gaze was a mix of irritation and something else, a hint of curiosity as he studied my face.

“Secondly,” he continued in a low, cold tone, “who are you to call me blind when you’re the one barging into my bathroom at the crack of dawn?”

He pushed his glasses back up his nose, his eyes locking with mine. The irritation was evident, but there was also an undercurrent of curiosity.

My headache made his words feel like gibberish at first. It took a moment to process what he was saying. Embarrassment hit me hard when I realized I’d barged into the wrong bathroom.

“Look, it was an accident,” I said, defensiveness creeping into my voice. “I was just trying to splash some cold water on my face. I didn’t mean to run into you.”

The guy’s expression remained guarded, his eyes narrowing as he took me in. “Well, you need to learn how to watch where you’re going,” he replied coolly, crossing his arms over his chest.

As dawn crept in, spilling pale light across the room, I found myself in a precarious situation. My early morning wakefulness had led me to believe that the bathroom would offer solace from the throbbing headache that pulsed against my temples. But instead, it had heralded an unexpected confrontation.

"Listen, I’m really sorry about that,” I continued, cautiously standing beside him. “I’m not usually this clumsy.”

“Well, clumsiness seems to be your specialty,” he retorted, but there was an edge of humor in his voice that made me hesitate to entirely dismiss him as rude.

Once more, my headache flared, but I felt a competing energy in the air that made me ignore it. Instead, I became acutely aware of his presence. His dark hair contrasted sharply with the light of the morning, framing a face that, despite the irritation, revealed strong features. My initial embarrassment began to morph into something less tangible, something that fluttered slightly at the edges of my consciousness.

“I really didn’t think I’d run into anyone,” I began, trying to diffuse the situation. “I just got in from a flight and was hoping for a quick splash, and… well, here we are.” I gestured between us awkwardly, still processing the odd twist my morning had taken.

“Nice to meet you, then,” he offered sarcastically, though the slight curve of his lips hinted at a burgeoning curiosity beneath the surface of irritation. “But in the future, maybe ensure you’re heading into the right bathroom.”

A wave of embarrassment washed over me once more. "Okay, that’s understandable," I said, managing a slight laugh that was both anxious and sincere.

He blinked, surprise flashing in his eyes; perhaps he hadn’t expected a comeback. The tension threaded between us began to shift, folding into an unexpected alliance, born from the absurdity of the moment.

“What’s your name, at least?” I asked, genuinely curious now. After all, I had caused quite the morning chaos, and it felt only respectful to know his identity, if I was going to spend the next few minutes making small talk in an outlandishly intimate situation.

“Ayaan,” he replied, still rubbing his back.

“I'm.....” I started to introduced myself , watching as he straightened up. Looking at him more clearly now, I realized he had an intensity in his gaze that suggested he wasn't just a random annoyance in my mornings but rather someone with layers, depth, and perhaps unexpected thoughts about the world.

"Sumaira Khanna, you're Sumaira Khanna, I know." he said, a mix of recognition and surprise in his voice.

"Classes will start in an hour so i advice you that you should freshen up. Like you shouldn't go to first day of class looking like that" he said mocking my state as he made his way out of the dormroon.

I made my way to my washroom and stood beside the sink, trying to process what happened in the last few minutes.

Frankly saying my headache seemed to disappear and at first i surely felt that sharing a dorm room with this guy would be a headache but i feel it might turn out to be interesting.