In office,
Abhimanyu: "But when she gets to know someone, she becomes friendly, almost as if she's known them forever. But until then, she keeps her guard up. It's just how she is."
Surya: "Okkk. Let's see if that changes. She sounds... interesting." A knowing smirk plays on his lips.
Nargis: "What if Di doesn't agree to this?" Her voice is laced with concern.
Surya: "I don't think that will happen. Now, you all go. We will meet tomorrow if she comes to college." He dismisses them casually, but his mind is already buzzing with curiosity about this mysterious Kk.
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Next day
The college campus hums with the usual morning chaos-students chatting, laughing, rushing to their classes. But there's an undeniable buzz in the air. A presence is awaited, one that commands attention without even trying.
Abhimanyu: "Hi, Mass aka Surya." He grins.
Mass: "Hi, guys. Will Kk come or not?" He tries to sound nonchalant, but there's a hint of impatience in his voice.
Aaisha: "She is on the way."
Abhimanyu: "You are way too desperate for her, man." He nudges Surya playfully.
Laughter erupts.
Mass: "Hey, don't laugh, okay? Don't forget, I'm still a mafia." His tone is light, but there's an underlying authority that makes everyone go silent for a second before chuckling again.
Ali: "You don't have to remind us. We already know. The whole college knows."
Nargis: "But you definitely forget yourself when you see Di." Her teasing tone earns another round of laughter.
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Student 1: "Kk is in the parking lot." The words spread like wildfire.
Student 2: "She looks breathtaking today." There's admiration, a touch of awe.
Student 3: "She always looks beautiful and sexy. I wish she was my girlfriend." His voice holds a dreamy longing.
Everyone laughs.
Girl 1: "Keep dreaming, loser."
Girl 2: "Look at her and then look at yourself, bro. She wouldn't even hire you as her servant."
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Author's POV:
The air shifts the moment Kk steps out of her car. A hush falls over the crowd, eyes instinctively drawn to her. She walks like she owns the ground beneath her feet-graceful, poised, a force of nature wrapped in elegance.
Her long hair flows in soft waves, catching the golden morning light. Her confidence is intoxicating, a quiet power that makes people move aside as she strides forward. She doesn't need to demand attention; it belongs to her naturally.
Now, Kk stands right in front of Surya. Their eyes meet. Time slows.
She is a wildfire in human form-untamed, radiant, and devastatingly beautiful.
Kk: "Who is he?" Her voice is smooth, carrying the weight of authority, yet laced with curiosity.
She points towards Surya, her gaze unwavering.
Abhimanyu: "He is my old friend, Mass. He'll be studying here with us now."
Kk slightly nods her head, her expression unreadable.
Mass: "Let's shake hands." He extends his hand towards her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Kk stares at him, her dark eyes sharp, assessing.
Abhimanyu: "She doesn't like handshakes."
Surya: "Okkk." His smirk deepens. "Interesting."
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Author's POV:
Three and a half months later, something has shifted between Surya and Kk. Their interactions are effortless now, laced with an unspoken understanding. They hang out like normal friends-long drives where the wind tangles their hair, bike rides that stretch into the late hours, parties where their eyes find each other across crowded rooms. There's a tension neither of them addresses, a connection neither dares to name.
Mass: "I will throw a party on my last day, but don't tell Kk. We will make her believe it's just a normal college event."
Ali: "What's the plan, bro?"
Mass: "I'm going to propose to her."
Gasps. Eyes widen.
Shagun: "Are you seriously going to propose to her in front of the entire college?"
Mass: "Who said anything about in front of everyone? Definitely not. I won't risk embarrassing myself in front of all of you."
Laughter erupts.
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Days pass. On the last day, at the party...
The venue thrums with life, but Mass feels restless. Kk isn't here yet.
Sinem: "What if she doesn't come?"
Mass: "Don't even say that." His jaw tightens.
Aaisha: "No, she was already dressed when we left."
Nargis: "And she looked drop-dead gorgeous. I don't think you'll be able to hold yourself together tonight."
Mass: "Honestly, I don't want to. I just hope she says yes."
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Author's POV:
Finally, Kk arrives. The air thickens. She steps inside, draped in red silk that clings to her every curve. The entire hall watches, mesmerized.
Mass: "She looks so hot. I can't take my eyes off her."
Nargis: "Told you."
Ali: "Control yourself, man. Your real fight is about to begin. I hope you win-both the battle and her heart."
Mass: "I hope so too."
Shagun: "If she says yes today, then all this hotness is yours."
Aaisha: "And what if she doesn't agree?"
Sinem: "Why do you always think negatively?"
Aaisha: "It's not negativity, it's just being practical."
Kk stops in front of them.
Nargis: "Why are you late?"
Kk: "I went to meet Chen. Dad is sending him to America for some work. He leaves tonight."
Mass: "You look beautiful." His voice is softer now.
Kk: "Thanks." She holds his gaze for a moment longer than necessary.
Nargis: "Alright, enough talking! Let's hit the dance floor!"
Everyone moves towards the dance floor, the music pulsating through the air. The energy in the room is electric as bodies sway to the rhythm. But amidst the flashing lights and infectious beats, Mass remains seated at the bar, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass. His gaze flickers over the dancing crowd, uninterested, as he takes a slow sip of his drink.
After a while, Kk, breathless and slightly flushed from dancing, approaches the bar. Her throat is parched, and without a second thought, she plucks Mass's glass from his hand and downs the remaining wine in one go. The taste is rich, smooth, and tinged with the faintest hint of surprise-Mass's surprise, to be exact.
Kk: "Thanks for the wine."
She sets the empty glass back onto the bar with a soft clink, her gaze lingering on him, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
Kk: "Why are you just sitting here? Come dance."
Mass: "I don't dance."
Kk: "Huh. Not even a little?"
Mass: "Not even a little."
Kk studies him for a moment, then lets out a soft chuckle, as if she's just uncovered something interesting about him. With a playful shake of her head.
Mass: "Come with me. I have a surprise for you."
Kk: "What surprise?"
Mass: "It's a surprise."
Mass: "Let's go."
Without waiting for a response, he grabs Kk's hand and leads her toward the parking lot. His grip is firm yet gentle, a silent promise of something awaiting her beyond the night's festivities.
Mass swings a leg over his sleek black bike, the machine humming softly under him as he settles in place. He glances at Kk, who stands with her arms crossed, one brow raised in suspicion.
Kk: "If I don't like your surprise, I swear I'll k!ll you. You know that, right?"
Mass: (chuckles, a smirk playing on his lips) "Yes, my lady."
Kk laughs, shaking her head at his unfazed response, before climbing onto the bike behind him. As soon as she wraps her arms around his waist, Mass revs the engine, and they speed into the night, the city lights fading behind them.
The wind rushes past them, cool against their skin, carrying with it an air of mystery. Kk tightens her hold slightly, a mix of excitement and curiosity swirling inside her. Where is he taking her?
After a while, the road shifts, leading them away from the urban chaos into a more serene, secluded path. The bike finally slows as they arrive at a breathtaking resort, hidden away from the world.
Mass: "Come on, let's go."
Author POV: The place looks like something out of a dream-a beautiful garden stretches before them, adorned with soft golden lights that illuminate the pathway like something straight out of a fairy tale. The air is filled with the delicate scent of blooming flowers, and the silence around them is serene, as if the world beyond doesn't exist. There's no one else here-only them.
Unknown to Kk, Mass has booked the entire resort for two days, ensuring that this moment, this escape, belongs to them and them alone.
She follows him outside. The night air is cool, the stars shining above. He takes her to a secluded resort. The pathway glows with fairy lights.
Kk gasps. "Wow... this is beautiful."
She turns, eyes shining. Mass watches her, heart pounding. Then she sees it-
"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
Time stops.
Kk's eyes widen in shock.
"Kk: What... what is this, Mass?"
Mass reaches out, gently but firmly grasping her hands, his dark eyes intense with determination.
"Mass: Look, Kk... From the moment I saw you on that street, when you pulled that trigger without hesitation-I knew you were different. I knew I wanted you. That's why I'm here... because I want you to be my wife."
He takes a deep breath, then lowers himself onto one knee. A small velvet box appears in his hand as he flips it open, revealing a shimmering ring.
"Mass: I love you. I love you more than anything, Kk. Marry me."
Kk stares at him, her heart pounding in disbelief before an unexpected laugh escapes her lips.
"Kk: Mass, stop joking! You almost had me there. Good one."
But Mass doesn't laugh. His expression remains unwavering, his jaw tightening.
"Mass: This is not a joke, Kk. I mean every word. Please..."
Kk's smile falters, her pulse racing for an entirely different reason now. She takes a step back, shaking her head more firmly this time.
"Kk: How can you even think about something like this? Are you out of your mind?"
Her voice rises, frustration bubbling to the surface. She rubs her temples, the remnants of alcohol-induced dizziness amplifying her irritation.
"Kk: I don't know what's gotten into you, but my answer is NO! And honestly? I don't have the patience for this nonsense. You just ruined my mood, Mass! Just drop me home if you're done with this ridiculous drama. My head is already pounding from the drinks, and now this? I'm done. Let's go."
Author's POV:
Kk turns on her heels, frustration evident in every step. But before she can take another, Mass suddenly stands, his fingers tightening around the ring box before slipping it back into his pocket. His gaze darkens as he watches her retreat.
Then, in a swift motion, he strides toward her, catching her wrist before she can escape.
"Mass: I don't have any other choice right now, Kk."
"Kk: What do you mean by that?"
Before she can react, he moves. In one swift motion, he grips her w@ist, lifting her off the ground with ease.
"Kk: Mass! Put me down! What the he|| are you doing?!"
Ignoring her protests, he throws her over his shoulder effortlessly, his grip t!ghtening as he starts walking toward the resort room. Kk thr@shes against him, her f!sts pounding @gainst his back, but he doesn't falter-not even for a second.
"Kk: Mass, let me go right now! I swear, you'll regret this!"
"Mass: You can yell all you want, but I'm not letting you walk away. Not tonight."
He steps inside, shutting the door with his foot before locking it with a deliberate click.
He removes his shoes, then kneels to slide off her heels one by one, his fingers l!ngering @gainst her sk!n. She doesn't react-not yet. She's too focused on something else. Her breath h!tches as realization sinks in. Her g£n. It's missing. The holster on her thigh, usually a reassuring weight, is empty. Her heart pounds.
Kk's eyes dart around in search of it, but before she can even move, Mass reaches into his waistband and pulls out the sleek we@pon, spinning it between his fingers like a taunt.
Mass: "Looking for this?"
Kk moves fast, trying to snatch it from him, but he's faster. In one fluid motion, he tosses the g£n across the room. The sh@rp clatter echoes as he shrugs off his blazer. She gr!ts her teeth and tries to st@nd, but she barely shifts-his legs have tr@pped her in place, leaving no space to escape.
Determined, she tries again. This time, she rises-but before she can gain balance, his arm snakes around her wa!st, yanking her aga!nst him. His warmth, his strength-it's suffocating. His gr!p is firm, unrelenting. With his free hand, he undoes the first butt0n of his shirt, then the next, his eyes locked onto hers, challenging her to resist.
Kk's palms press aga!nst his chest, nails d!gging into his skin as she tries to shove him back. He doesn't move. Not even an inch. His smirk only deepens, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. Then, with a single, effortless motion, he pushes her back onto the b€d. She lands with a sh@rp breath, the mattress dipping beneath her weight as he looms over her, str!pping off his sh!rt without breaking eye contact.
Defiant, she surges up, refusing to be overpowered-but he's faster. His fingers seize both of her wr!sts, f0rcing them behind her back with a c0ntrolled gr!p. Her pulse thunders. She gasps, struggling aga!nst him, but his hold is unsh@kable.
Mass: "You fight so beautifully, Kk."
His free hand moves to her hair, brush!ng it aside, his fingers grazing her bare shoulder as he reaches for the z!pper of her dress. The sound of it lowering fills the silence between them, charged, d@ngerous.
Kk: "Don't... don't do this, Mass." Her voice trembled as she gu|ped, eyes widening in fe@r while she took a step back.
Her dress sl!pped from her shoulders, sl!ding down to the floor, leaving her in only her !nnerwe@r.
He pushed her back onto the b£d, his body h0vering over hers. Gr@bbing both her wr!sts, he p!nned them above her he@d, his gr!p f!rm and unrelent!ng. His l!ps cr@shed onto hers, moving with a hunge® that stole her bre@th. He trailed h0t, open-m0uthed k!sses down her ne¢k, su¢king h@rd, leaving ®ed m@rks in his wake.
Kk: "Mass... please..." she gasped,
sh!vering at his t0uch, struggling bene@th him.
He moved l0wer, his l!ps gh0sting between her bre@sts before tra!ling up to her earl0be. He b!t d0wn gently, making her m0an, his sm!rk deepening at her reaction. His t0ngue followed, trac!ng over her sens!tive sp0ts.
Ho|ding her wr!sts in one hand, his other slid down her b@ck, unc|asping her br@ with ease.
Kk: "No! Please, don't do this... I'm begg!ng you..." Te@rs welled in her eyes as she shook her head frantically, desperation breaking her voice.
Her pleas did nothing to stop him. His eyes d@rkened, a st0rm of unre@dable emotions fl!ckering within them.
Mass: "I don't have a choice." His voice was low, almost regretful, but f!rm.
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He t0ssed her br@ aside, his gaze dark with an overwhelming hunge®. His l!ps found her sensit!ve sk!n again, his m0uth cla!ming her, t0ngue fl!cking and teas!ng as she g@sped under him. His hands m0ved with purp0se, trac!ng every cu®ve, every trembl!ng !nch of her.
With a slow, deliberate m0tion, he sl!d her l@st piece of cl0thing d0wn, leaving her b@re bene@th him. His gaze ro@med over her, drinking in the sight of her vulner@bility, of the way her b0dy re@cted to his t0uch. His m0uth tra!led l0wer, press!ng he@ted k!sses down her st0mach, until he re@ch to the ¢limax point.
Kk g@sped sh@rply, her b0dy tens!ng, her fingers d!gging into the b£dsheets as sen$ations 0vertook her. She could barely bre@the, her he@rt rac!ng so fast it felt like it might esc@pe her che$t. Sh!vers c0ursed through her, her b0dy betr@ying her even as her mind s¢reamed.
KK: "Mass..." her voice was b@rely a whisper, a plea l0st in the he@vy a!r between them.
His b0dy pre$ed aga!nst hers, p!nning her bene@th his we!ght, overp0wering her completely. She couldn't m0ve, couldn't pu$h him away-the he@t of his sk!n aga!nst her$ made her d!zzy. Her wr!sts were l0cked above her he@d, tr@pped bene@th his f!rm gr!p. Beads of swe@t formed on her f0rehead as she st®uggled to process what was happening.
KK: "Don't..." she whimpered, voice thin, b@rely audible.
Her che$t rose and fe|| in rapid motions, fe@r and he|plessness sw!rling inside her. She turned her head, eyes d@rting around the room. No one was here. No one to st0p him. No one to he|p her.
As exh@ustion and the haze of @lcohol con$umed her, her b0dy finally $urrendered. The fight dr@ined from her l!mbs, her c0nsciousness fad!ng. And then, with the weight of everything press!ng d0wn on her, she dr!fted into d@rkness.
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