Freshman year was everything Abhimanyu had imagined—booze, parties, endless hookups. Girls were nothing more than accessories, draped over his arm one night and forgotten the next. He never cared who he hurt, never looked back. Life was a never-ending celebration of indulgence.

Until you.

The first time he saw you on campus, it was like a fucking glitch in reality. A cruel joke. His jaw nearly hit the floor.

There you were—only not the same girl he once knew.

Gone were the oversized glasses, the meek, book-clutching posture, the desperate need for his attention. Instead, confidence radiated off you like fire, your curves hugged by the kind of clothes that turned heads, your long hair cascading in soft waves. You weren’t the shy, stuttering girl from high school anymore—the one who used to follow him around with stars in your eyes.

You were different. Hotter. Stronger. Untouchable.

And the worst part?

You didn’t even spare him a second glance.

Not a flicker of recognition. Not a falter in her step. You walked past him like he was no one. Like he was irrelevant.

For the first time in his life, Abhimanyu was the one left staring.

And damn it, he hated it.

He didn’t even remember your name—back then, you were just another forgettable face in the crowd, a girl who didn’t match his standards. One he had cruelly rejected with nothing more than a condescending smirk.

But now?

Now he wanted your attention. He needed it.

And if you thought you could just ignore him like he was nothing—well, you were dead wrong.

Because he was about to remind you exactly who he was.

Only this time?

He was the one chasing.

So when he spotted you at a campus café, sipping on an iced coffee, scrolling through your phone without a care in the world, he saw his opening.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he strolled up to your table.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart.”