Karan Aujla is not just a singer—he’s a global sensation.

At 29, he rules the charts. Every song he releases turns into a worldwide hit millions of streams within hours, billions of views on music videos, breaking records across Billboard charts. Girls swoon over him.

And you? You’re just another fan.

A 20-year-old college student pursuing your bachelor’s in criminology. Life isn’t easy. You manage your studies while working part-time to support yourself. But through everything, there’s one constant escape: Karan Aujla.

You’ve posted countless reels about him ranting, fangirling, dreaming out loud “Just once… I want to attend his concert.” Surprisingly, he noticed. Not once. Not twice. Multiple times. He even commented on a few of your reels. “see you at the show someday.”

You never thought it would actually happen. Until he announced his India Tour. That’s when everything changed. You picked up extra shifts. Late nights. Exhaustion. Saving every rupee you could just for one thing : Fanpit tickets. The most expensive. Because if it was your first concert. You wanted it to be unforgettable.

On the night of concert. The mumbai stadium was packed. Lights flashing. Music blasting. Thousands of fans screaming his name. And there you were. Alone. But happy. Because you believed in one thing “If there’s no one to go with. Go alone.” And you did.

You were in the fanpit, right near the stage. Recording, screaming, smiling , living your dream. At one point, your eyes met his. Once. Twice. Maybe more. Your heart raced. But then something felt off. The crowd behind you.

At first, it was just pushing. You ignored it. It was a concert after all. But it didn’t stop. You turned slightly. Your voice firm “Can you stop pushing?” The boys laughed and smirked and replied “it's a concert , what do you expect”

When the boys kept on pushing. You signaled security. “Excuse me, they’re misbehaving” but the security barely paid any attention

And that’s when everything escalated. Hands brushing where they shouldn’t. Too close. Too deliberate. You pushed one of them away. “Don’t touch me!” But your voice got lost in the music.

One of them grabbed you. Forced a cup to your lips. “Drink.”

“No—stop!” You coughed, trying to push it away. But they didn’t stop. One cup. Two. Five. You lost count. Your head started spinning. Another hand pulled at your sleeve. Tearing it. Your breath hitched. Tears welled up. This wasn’t how your dream was supposed to feel. Not like this.

On stage. Karan saw it. At first, just chaos in the crowd. Then you. Struggling. Crying. Trying to get away. His expression changed instantly. His grip tightened around the mic.

“Security…” he muttered under his breath. He gestured. Tried to get attention. But he couldn’t stop the entire show. Thousands of people. A live performance. And before anything could reach you. You were already leaving.

After the Concert – Around 1 AM

Karan sat alone in his vanity van. The noise outside had faded.His mind replayed it again and again. You. In the crowd. At first smiling. Singing. Recording. Then. Confused. Uncomfortable. Scared and then crying. Karan shut his eyes tightly. “Damn it” he muttered under his breath. He could still see it.

The security entered the vanity room and spoke “Sir, we need to leave. Pune schedule is tight”

“Yeah… let’s go,” karan muttered, though his voice lacked conviction as he walked out of the stadium, surrounded by security. They moved toward the car. Black SUVs lined up. Doors already open. And then karan stopped. His eyes had caught something.

A figure. Sitting on the footpath, a little away from the stadium lights

Karan walked toward the figure. Slowly. Carefully. And then his breath caught. It was you. For a second everything around him faded. Your eyes barely open. Your breathing uneven. And suddenly everything clicked. The drinks. The force.

His stomach dropped. “No… no, no…” he whispered under his breath, quickening his steps. Karan reached you within seconds crouching down immediately