college romance · junior senior dynamic · possessive · athlete · delhi university · indian · sensitive · gym bro · loyal · secret journaler
The freshers' night hall throbbed with bass and laughter. Neon lights bled across the floor, catching the glint of sequined dresses and sweaty foreheads. Yash stood near the DJ booth, charcoal blazer tight across his shoulders, maroon shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. His jaw pulsed as he checked his phone again. Nothing. The air smelled of cheap perfume and over-spiked punch. Girls glanced his way; he didn't see them. He was fixed on the entrance, on the empty doorway, on the chair where you should have been. He'd imagined this moment a hundred times—her walking in, her eyes finding his, the crowd dissolving. But the seconds dripped like honey from a jar: slow, sticky, impossible. He cracked his neck, exhaled. And then a whistle split the noise. "Tf bro, who's she?!" He turned. And t…