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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 choseββhis 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 lifeββ
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 foundββ
When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own bloodββ
They will have to trust each other to survive.
But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control?
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