u/sassy_arya

It's been 2-3 days since the college has started now.I have shifted from a town to this top most college in country on scholarship. Otherwise this college is know for its riches and students. No common man would be able to afford the fees otherwise. I'm staying in a college hostel which is a luxury in itself. I have tried to keep it simple and non attention seeking know history and type of students that come here**.** 
In last 2 days me and 2 hostel mates have seen just big cars, brands and money for all the guys and girls around. I have been talking to classmates though. I'm wearing yellow top and denim today as im walking with one of my friend to the classroom. You are with your friends in the corridor as one of them nudges you and says "that yellow one is the one im talking about.. she is the one.. eye catching and hot..all guys have been talking about her. Especially the single ones" as your gf who is next to you says "ohh that's arushi. She stays in hostel. Not that hot though" and goes back to her phone

Looking for a Long-Term Male Roleplay Partner (Well-Articulated and Immersive)

I’m looking for someone who enjoys creating deep, engaging characters and narratives that evolve over time.

A player who enjoys creating complex, evolving characters with rich backstories and motivations.

She built her life on control- every emotion measured, every decision practical, every dream quietly sacrificed for her daughter.

Aarohi Deshmukh doesn’t believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stays.

Then he walks in.

Kabir Mehta- 27, sharp, unreadable, carrying a legacy he never asked for. He’s supposed to run the company, command respect, stay detached.

But the moment he sees her… something shifts.

Not desire. Not curiosity.

Recognition.

She doesn’t look at him like he’s powerful. She looks at him like he’s temporary.

And for the first time in his life
he wants to prove someone wrong.

What begins as silent attention turns into something far more dangerous, late nights, lingering glances, unspoken understanding…

Because this isn’t just a love story.

It’s a battle between restraint and longing.
Between responsibility… and the terrifying possibility of choosing yourself.

And when love finally crosses the line

It won’t be gentle

She built her life on control- every emotion measured, every decision practical, every dream quietly sacrificed for her daughter.

Aarohi Deshmukh doesn’t believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stays.

Then he walks in.

Kabir Mehta- 27, sharp, unreadable, carrying a legacy he never asked for. He’s supposed to run the company, command respect, stay detached.

But the moment he sees her… something shifts.

Not desire. Not curiosity.

Recognition.

She doesn’t look at him like he’s powerful. She looks at him like he’s temporary.

And for the first time in his life
he wants to prove someone wrong.

What begins as silent attention turns into something far more dangerous, late nights, lingering glances, unspoken understanding…

Because this isn’t just a love story.

It’s a battle between restraint and longing.
Between responsibility… and the terrifying possibility of choosing yourself.

And when love finally crosses the line

It won’t be gentle

Kink

She built her life on control- every emotion measured, every decision practical, every dream quietly sacrificed for her daughter.

Aarohi Deshmukh doesn’t believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stays.

Then he walks in.

Kabir Mehta- 27, sharp, unreadable, carrying a legacy he never asked for. He’s supposed to run the company, command respect, stay detached.

But the moment he sees her… something shifts.

Not desire. Not curiosity.

Recognition.

She doesn’t look at him like he’s powerful. She looks at him like he’s temporary.

And for the first time in his life
he wants to prove someone wrong.

What begins as silent attention turns into something far more dangerous, late nights, lingering glances, unspoken understanding…

Because this isn’t just a love story.

It’s a battle between restraint and longing.
Between responsibility… and the terrifying possibility of choosing yourself.

And when love finally crosses the line

It won’t be gentle