𝗞𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘁 has always believed Neelkanth Rawat is nothing more than his best friend. The possessive bastard who gets jealous too easily. The hothead who starts fights over nothing. The boy who's always somewhere behind him. Kahan has never asked why. He thinks it's childish. For he doesn't know how far that quiet, childish possessiveness can go. That he was 𝗵𝗶𝘀. Even if it 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝.