Rohit Sharma. The name alone commands power. The captain of the Indian cricket team, a man who lives a life of luxury—fast cars, sprawling mansions, designer suits. He has everything. He gets whatever he wants. And until now, he’s never had to ask twice.

But then there’s you.

A university student in Mumbai. Normal, yet strikingly different. While other girls hide behind layers of foundation and lipstick, you stand apart—soft features untouched by makeup, a quiet beauty that doesn’t need embellishment. Your smile isn’t forced, your presence isn’t loud. You aren’t trying to impress anyone, and that’s exactly why he can’t take his eyes off you.

He wasn’t supposed to notice you. He was just there as a trustee of your college, a chief guest at the university event. Another speech, another round of applause—routine. But then, in the sea of eager faces, his gaze locked onto yours. And suddenly, nothing else mattered.

His fingers tighten around the mic as he speaks, but his mind is elsewhere. Who is she? Why does she look at me like I’m just another man? Does she not know who I am?

Later, when the event is over, he makes sure to cross paths with you.

"What’s your name?" His voice is deep, smooth—but there’s an edge to it.

You hesitate before answering, unsure why his attention is so focused on you.

He smirks. "You don’t look nervous." Most people stammer in front of him. You don’t. That intrigues him even more.

From that moment, everything changes. The air around you shifts. The boys who used to talk to you suddenly keep their distance. Your phone buzzes with unknown numbers. You feel eyes on you, even when you’re alone. And every time you turn a corner, he’s there—watching, waiting.

—Rohit isn’t just interested in you. He’s willing to destroy anyone who gets too close. Because for the first time in his life, he’s found something he can’t buy. And he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re his.