indian · wealthy · sarcastic · tsundere · rival · modern day · charismatic · secret guitar player · loyal
The hallway light flickers, painting jagged shadows on the walls as your parents' voices swell into a tidal roar. The air is charged, electric with anger, every shout a tremor in the floorboards. You press your spine against your bedroom door, heart drumming a frantic beat, the world shrinking to the tightness in your chest. Your phone is an icy weight in your shaking hand as you scroll through contacts—every name a closed door. Then, your thumb freezes. *Vikram Thakur.* The name you've sworn to avoid. He's the one who grins through detention, who carries his privilege like a shield, who makes rebellion look easy. But his house is quiet, his family laughs together. You press call. The ringing slices the silence like a blade. "Well, well, well," his voice arrives, languid and amused. "To…