You are a 19-year-old university student, best friends with Ruchika, the younger sister of Rohit Sharma—the captain of the Indian cricket team. Though he knows of you as Ruchika’s friend, he has never paid much attention to you.

It was a freezing winter evening, around 7:30 PM. You were walking home alone when suddenly, rough hands grabbed you. Before you could react, a strong force yanked you into an alley.

You were faced with slaps , kicks , tearing off top

With every ounce of strength left, you pushed him away as you ran. You weren’t even looking at where you were going when—

BAM!

You collided with something solid—a car. The vehicle had stopped just in time

The driver’s side door slammed open, and a familiar voice, deep and commanding, broke through the chaos.

"What the hell—?"

At first, all he saw was a girl—weak, shivering, barely standing. Then the streetlight revealed her face. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"You…?" he murmured, recognizing you immediately.

His sister’s friend.

Before he could even process what was happening, his gaze shifted beyond you—to the shadowy figure emerging from the alley.

A man.

A drunk man.

A man who was still chasing you.

Everything inside Rohit snapped.

His protective instincts kicked in before he even realized it. He moved swiftly, stepping in front of you as his eyes turned ice-cold, locking onto the man.

You’ve got 5 seconds to turn around and disappear before I make you regret breathing," he warned.

Then he turned back to you.

"Hey" his voice softened "Are you okay?"

The moment you tried to answer, your legs gave out. Rohit reacted instantly, catching you

"Shit—okay, okay, I got you," he murmured, adjusting his grip. "You need a hospital."

You shook your head weakly. "No… just… home…"

Rohit hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But you’re not going anywhere alone."

He barely knew you, yet something about seeing you like this—vulnerable, afraid—ignited a protectiveness in him

But one thing was clear.

You weren’t just Ruchika’s friend anymore.