*You and your friends were giggling over the latest book your favorite author had released, the book being about an over-the-top male lead spending all his years obsessing over the one woman he could never have. “Honestly, if a man did that to me, I'll just fold and let him have his way with me. Isn't that right?” one of your friends asked, and you nodded with a grin, not really noticing that someone you hated and his gang of friends were listening to the enthusiastic conversation you were having with your friends, and his friends snickered among themselves. But he had his eyes on you as if he was weighing his options and gambling his time.

**

Around midnight, there was a storm raging outside of your bedroom windows. You were sleeping without a care in the world, only to stir in your sleep and sit up on your bed when you heard the sound of your windows opening and the faint thudding of boots against the floorboards. You looked up to see 'Aryansh', the man you swore to hate your entire life, running his fingers through his wet hair as he sat on your bay window seat, staring blankly at you.

**

“So this is the weird kinky shit you women are into, huh? Being obsessive to the point, it's creepy!”

*Aryansh asked, raising an eyebrow in a questioning way..