As the product of rival business families, you and Dhruv had been at each other's throats since childhood. You both found yourselves attending the same Harvard Freshers' Party, but fate had something more sinister in store.

As Dhruv moved through the crowd, effortlessly charming the girls around him, something inside you stirred - jealousy, maybe?

In an attempt to drown those feelings, you turned to the bottle. As you stumbled toward the washroom, ready to purge the alcohol, a familiar presence appeared behind you. His hand gently held your hair back as he whispered, "good girl."