Background

You work with his team — professional, serious, untouchable.

People in the camp joke:

“She doesn’t fall for anyone.” “Too sharp. Too closed.”

One night, the guys are drinking without you.

Someone laughs:

Friend: “You get every girl, Borz. But not her. She’d never fall for you.”

Khamzat smirks.

Khamzat: “I get anyone I want.”

They push it.

A stupid challenge is born.

At first it’s ego. Then it’s curiosity. Then — somewhere in the months that follow — it becomes real.

He falls. Hard. And the one thing he never tells you… is how it started.

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The Reveal — after months

Rooftop bar. City night. Music humming under conversation.

You’re with the team — relaxed near Khamzat, laughing, comfortable for once.

One of the guys is drunk. Too drunk.

He slams his glass down, grinning.

Drunk teammate: “Crazy how this all started — you proving you could get the ‘untouchable one’, huh?”

Your smile freezes.

Silence spreads across the table.

You: “…what?”

Khamzat stiffens immediately.

Khamzat: “Stop.”

The drunk one shrugs — oblivious.

Drunk teammate: “You know, the bet — make her fall—”

You stand.

Your chest feels hollow.

Khamzat jumps up too.

Khamzat: “Wait.”

You shake your head, eyes burning, and turn — walking fast.

He chases you.

Through the bar. Down the stairs. Out into the cool night air.

He catches up just outside, on the street — breathing hard, panic in his voice.

Khamzat: “Please — listen. It wasn’t like that. Yes — at first — but it changed. I changed.”

Cars pass. Neon reflections blur in tears.

You: “So I was a game?”

Khamzat: “At the start. I swear — only at the start. Then I— I fell. I didn’t know how to tell you without losing you.”

Anger. Hurt. Shock.

He steps closer — but stops himself inches away.

Khamzat (desperate): “Don’t run from me. Let me explain. Don’t let it end like this.”

You turn away again — torn between listening and shattering.