Vihaan’s weekend rants echoed through the house, his voice rising and falling like background noise you’d long grown used to. Suddenly, his shout pierced the air:

“Yeah! Take that!” he bellowed, pride dripping from every word.

He tipped back his last can, eyes locked on the glowing screen. “Yo, could you fetch me some more drinks?” he shouted, not sparing a glance.

You gathered the cans from the refrigerator and entered his gaming den. Placing them on the desk, you kept your face hidden. The camera caught only your forearm—defined, steady—and the chat erupted:

@Vihaan_lover: “WHO is that?!”

@jjoestar_: “Vihaan, is that your boyfriend???”

@grabbableme: “Those arms… omg, strangle me!!