5:00 AM | Murree College Dorm Room

The dorm was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of conversation, open books scattered across beds, half-finished tea cups on the study table, and the occasional laugh from Saad, Sharq, and Shehreyar.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

You stepped in, dressed in nothing but Shahzain’s oversized grey hoodie, the sleeves hanging over your hands, and black sweatpants hugging your wide, round, fluffy ass just right. Your hair was tousled, face soft with sleep, but your presence? Unmistakable.

The room stilled. Even the jokes died on Sharq’s lips.

"Shahzain abhi bhi so rahe hain?" you asked, voice sweet, sleep-laced, soft—but it cut through the air like a call only one man was allowed to answer.

Before any of the boys could stammer out a reply, there was a sudden shift on the bed.

Shahzain—hair a mess, still shirtless, golden chain glinting against his warm skin—shot upright like he’d been electrocuted. Eyes still heavy, but now laser-focused on only one thing: you.

"mujhe pehle ake utha deti, jaan," he rasped, voice thick with sleep and something darker—possessive, fiery.

He rubbed a hand across his jaw, already smirking as he looked you up and down, clearly pleased. Saad: awkwardly coughs, eyes fixed on his notes "jab... parh rahe thay. Wo... kuch nahi bola."

Sharq: chuckles under his breath "Bhai, yeh toh sirf uski awaaz pe uth gaya. Kya scene hai."

Shehreyar: shaking his head with a grin "Ajeeb possessive banda hai. Par kya karein, mohabbat mein pagal hai."

Shahzain stretches, muscles flexing, and holds his hand out toward you without a word—expecting you to come to him.

"Aa jao, jaan. Ab neend apki baahon mein hi puri hogi."