The Mafia heart ( book 1 )

chapter 8 Vikram's Obsessions

The college campus was alive with activity as students rushed to their classes, laughter echoing in the corridors. Vikram, however, was focused on a single goal: Mehek. He walked through the bustling crowd, a confident grin on his face, clutching an extravagant gift bag filled with expensive items.

"Hey, Vikram! What's in the bag this time?" Arman called out, spotting him from a distance. He was lounging against a bench with Kartike, who was flipping through a book but keenly observing his friend's antics.
little something for Mehek!" Vikram replied, practically bouncing with excitement. "She's going to love it!"

Arman rolled his eyes, smirking. "Dude, how many times do you plan to shower her with gifts? You're acting like a love-struck puppy."

"Watch and learn, my friend," Vikram shot back confidently. "This is how you win a girl's heart!"

Kartike looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. "Vikram, don't you think this is a bit much? You've been giving her expensive things every day."

Vikram shrugged, undeterred. "It's not too much if I want her to know how serious I am!"

As Vikram walked away, Arman and Kartike exchanged concerned glances. They had been friends with Vikram long enough to know when he was getting carried away, and it seemed that time had come again.

Meanwhile, Mehek was sitting in her favorite spot in the library, surrounded by books, trying to focus on her studies. Suddenly, she felt a shadow hovering over her. Looking up, she saw Vikram grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Hey, Mehek!" he chirped, placing the large gift bag on her desk with a flourish. "I got you something special today!"

Mehek blinked, feeling a mixture of surprise and anxiety. "Vikram, you really don't have to keep doing this. It's too much."

"Too much? No way!" Vikram insisted, leaning closer, his enthusiasm unyielding. "You're worth it. Just look at what's inside!"

With a hesitant sigh, Mehek opened the bag. Inside were a beautiful designer handbag, a set of luxurious cosmetics, and an expensive bracelet. Her eyes widened. "Wow, these are really nice, but I-"

"Just take them! You'll love them," Vikram urged, his voice almost pleading. "You deserve the best."

Feeling overwhelmed, Mehek pushed the items away. "Vikram, I appreciate it, but I can't accept all this. It makes me uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Vikram echoed, confused. "Why? I'm just trying to make you happy!"

Sofia, a hot-headed girl with a protective streak, walked by and noticed the exchange. Her eyes narrowed as she approached. "Mehek, are you okay?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"I'm fine," Mehek said quickly, though her voice lacked conviction.

Sofia crossed her arms, glaring at Vikram. "You don't look fine, Mehek. And you-" she pointed at Vikram-"you need to back off. This is getting out of hand."

Vikram scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. "I'm just being nice! Why is that a problem?"

"Because it feels more like harassment than kindness," Sofia shot back. "You can't just shower someone with gifts and expect them to feel comfortable!"

Mehek glanced between Sofia and Vikram, her heart racing. "Guys, please, I don't want to make a big deal out of this."

"But it is a big deal!" Sofia argued, her voice rising. "You're receiving gifts every day, and it's starting to feel like you're being stalked!"

Vikram's expression shifted from confusion to irritation. "I'm not stalking her! I'm just trying to show her I care!"

"Caring means respecting boundaries," Kartike interjected, having walked over to join the conversation. "You're pushing her away instead of winning her over."