Anaya's breath hitched as a firm grip locked around her wrist. Her wide eyes shot up, meeting the smirking gaze of Ayan Vashisht, her senior. A cold shiver crawled down her spine as his fingers tightenedânot painfully, but possessively.
Ayan was tall, effortlessly charming, and always had a glint of mischief in his eyes that made girls swoon and boys wary. He was troubleâa type of trouble Anaya didn't have the luxury to entertain, especially not now. Not when she carried a secret so delicate that a single whisper could shatter everything. But tonight, she had no escape. Not when he was looking at her like he had unraveled her deepest secret.
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