I returned to Rohan bhaiya’s room with a fresh glass of cold milk, my heart still racing from what had happened with Arav in the hallway. My shorts were ruined, my thighs sticky, and my mind a complete mess. But the moment I stepped inside and closed the door, Rohan’s dark, hungry eyes pulled me back into his world.

He was leaning back in his chair, legs spread, looking every bit the dangerous elder brother I couldn’t resist.