Trophy of My Heart

The first day of autumn lectures at the University of Edinburgh began like any other, a crisp breeze rustling through ancient stone arches and a murmur of new beginnings. For Aami Das, it meant quiet contemplation and the promise of undisturbed study within the hallowed halls. She walked across the cobbled path, a book tucked firmly under her arm, eyes fixed on the worn stones, deliberately ignoring the vibrant chaos of campus life.

Meanwhile, in the bustling campus café, the air hummed with gossip and the clatter of coffee cups. Aami sipped her own coffee, lost in thought, until her best friend, Mira Patel, nudged her with a sly grin. "Okay, tell me you saw him," Mira pressed, her voice conspiratorial. "The Aaron Blackwell. That man is sin in sneakers."