In Chandigarh's most talked-about college, 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚 isn't just a student. He's the president, the rule-maker, the one everyone either follows or avoids. Sharp-tongued, short-tempered, and impossible to ignore, he runs the campus like it belongs to him. And in a way, it does. Until she arrives. 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐲 comes from Haryana with quiet eyes and stronger boundaries. She doesn't chase attention, doesn't bend easily, and definitely doesn't care who Abhay Randhawa is. He's used to people looking up to him. She never looks his way. And somehow, that becomes the problem. Because in a world where Abhay is used to being in control... Reet is the only thing he can't figure out. 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤:- • ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ × ɢʀᴀᴅ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ • ᴘᴜɴᴊᴀʙɪ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴀ × ʜᴀʀʏᴀɴᴠɪ ᴄʜᴏʀɪ • ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ × ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ • ʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟs ғɪʀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ • ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (5ʏᴇᴀʀs) • ᴘᴏssᴇsɪᴠᴇ ᴍʟ

"𝙏𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙩 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞 𝙝𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙝 𝙗𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤... 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙬𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿: 𝖣𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅. Proud, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent. The daughter of a highly respected, shareef medical family, she refuses to let her white coat or her dignity be turned into a feudal politician's personal trophy. ​𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝖬𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗃𝗐𝖺. An absolute power center governed by raw, primitive territoriality. He is a gabhru who ends transport strikes by breaking knees, treats the party High Command like the dust beneath his leather boots, and moves with a lethal vailpuna authority. ​It was supposed to be a simple battle of professional boundaries. Instead, it became an all-out war of pure zidd. Rehmat is determined to wash her hands of the Bajwa family siyapa and escape to a quiet, clean future across the ocean. Ranveer is ready to bring down the entire state ministry before he lets her pack a single suitcase. With his shadow surveillance team trapping her in an iron perimeter and his single touch sparking a dangerous, localized fever against her clinical logic, her structured world completely flatlines. ​In this brutal collision of raw pride, ankh, and unadulterated obsession, there is no middle path. Because when a Bajwa claims a territory, he either rules it with a heavy hand or burns the whole damn grid to ash. 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑖𝑟♡︎ Note:- It's my first time so please give it a try.