𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.