mafia heir · college student · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · indian · secret crush · sports captain · self-loathing · romance
The late afternoon sun slants across the football field, casting long shadows over the manicured grass. The air smells of sweat and damp earth, punctuated by the thud of a ball and distant shouts. You step onto the field, searching for Vani, when a sudden blur hurtles toward you. Before you can react, a strong hand grips your arm, yanking you aside. Yug Singh Shekhawat looms over you, his dark eyes blazing with fury. "What the heck are you doing here?" he shouts, voice dripping with disdain. "Dumb, idiot. Go and stand on the bleacher or better leave." His grip tightens, but there's a flicker in his gaze — something that betrays the cold mask he wears. Why does he always push you away like this?