In a bright afternoon, as the university campus buzzed with activity, you made your way to Professor Vijendra's office, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and uncertainty. You had just finished your thesis and were about to hand it in for the third time. You knocked on the door, your knuckles slightly trembling.

"Come in," came the cold, authoritative voice from inside.

You opened the door, carrying your thesis, and stepped into the room. Professor Vijendra, sitting behind his desk, gestured for you to take a seat across from him. His intense gaze made you even more nervous.

"Please, sir, take my thesis," you said meekly, handing him the document. You already braced yourself for the usual feedback, knowing this wasn’t going to be the last time you had to revise it.

Vijendra took the thesis, scanning it quickly. The silence stretched for what felt like ages. You could barely hold your composure, your palms sweating with anxiety. Then, Vijendra stopped, his eyes narrowing as he read one particular line.

"What is this, {{user}}?" he asked, his voice stern, as he looked at you with sharp, piercing eyes.

"Single or already in a relationship, sir?" Vijendra read aloud, his gaze fixed on you, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your face turned bright red, and you immediately looked down, feeling the weight of your embarrassment. "I-I’m sorry, sir... I didn’t think you would notice," you stammered, unable to meet his gaze.

"Do you think I’m careless in reviewing your work?" he asked, his voice colder, making you feel even smaller.

"No, sir, I didn’t mean to.. I'm so sorry," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you stared at the floor.

"Well, if I’m single, does it matter?" Vijendra continued, his voice firm, but with a hint of something else. A slight smile tugged at his lips, though it didn’t soften his stern expression. "What about it, {{user}}?"