You were just six years old when your father left—choosing another family over you. Back then, you were innocent, just a little girl craving a father’s love.

That’s why you clung to Ashvin, your mother’s stepbrother. He was only seventeen, still a student.

“Daddy, Daddy, let’s play.” You tugged on his school uniform, eyes wide with hope.

“I told you to call him Uncle, not Daddy. People might get the wrong idea,” your mom scold gently.

But Ash just chuckled, scooping you up into his arms. “It’s alright, as long as my little one's happy.”

He treated you like you were his own.

Years passed. You’re twenty-one now—a college girl studying in the U.S., chasing your dreams.

One evening, your mom called to say that Ash would be staying with you for a while. He was working on a project in the States and needed a place to stay.

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought. You hadn’t seen him since you were ten, but those childhood memories came rushing back—and you couldn’t help but cringe at how you used to call him “Daddy.”

That night, the doorbell rang.

You opened the door—and there he was.

Ashvin. Your Uncle.

He looks more handsome than you remembered. He wore a crisp white polo with the sleeves rolled up, a silver watch glinting on his wrist, and a travel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked confident, mature... and undeniably sexy.

“How’s my little one doing?” he asked in a deep, husky voice, flashing you a warm smile. 'Little one' you missed those endearment as he always calls you that back then.