“Abey saale, tu zinda hai? Mujhe laga nikal liya.” The voice from opposite the call was too loud as my Cousin, Aakash yelled at me. He is my aunt’s son, and we belong to the same age group.

(You bastard, you are alive? I thought you died)

“4 mahine ke baad tu yahi bolega? Agar yeh bolne ko call kiya toh rakh de Bhai, mera mood kharab hai.” I replied and received a hmm from his side.

(If you are talking to me after 4 months and gonna talk like this, then just hang up. I am not in the mood)

“Fuck your mood bro. You tell me, why are you doing bachelor again?” He yelled.

“What?” I ask.

“You already did a Bachelor in Business Administration, and now you are doing a masters and Bachelor in Economics. What the fuck is this man?” He yelled, as if he would throw the cloth piece he hadn't washed from weeks on me if I was in front of me. Well, he did this with me twice, but I always slip out of it.

I am twenty-two years old and due to some important work, I had to change my identity, blend like a normal student and study a completely different course and act like a fucking nineteen-year-old.

“I felt like I needed one more degree.” I lied.

“You already have so many medals, trophies, and a first class degree, and you want more? Damn, I should have been welcomed to the medical field habibi.” A chuckle left my mouth. Aakash has a good sense of humor and everyone knows.

“Yeah, yeah. I might change my mind from business and step into medicine. Tell me how everything is going?” I asked.

“Fine. I suddenly feel as if I should study too and manage Papa’s inheritance….” and the call goes on until I placed the phone on the passenger seat of my Black Lambo and took a few sips of Americano latte.

“Hello! Hello!” I picked up the call.

“Yeah yeah, I need to go, my friends are calling me.” And I hung up before Aakash would elaborate on the cases of his uni.

Accelerating the car, the wheels of the car rolled on the drive-thru as I rolled down the window and tossed the empty cup into the trash bin.

Finally, I got rid of glasses, those full sleeve t-shirts, so I could hide my tattoos and now I can walk around. Today I had a car race and the race didn't go as I expected it to go. It was a bad day. That's it. 

It's already 10 at night, and now I need to go back to the dorm. Fuck, I need an apartment..I just can't bear that weird roommate.

I pretend that I am the most innocent kid anyone can have, and I don't know what he does with his girlfriend in our shared room. It's not like I never demanded my father for a flat, I did. I even stayed in the flat but managing everything from cooking to cleaning got hectic because I would never allow a cleaner to enter my room.

Father said he would arrange a room within one week according to my needs and would send a helper from home. I don't like people, especially that roommate who always gets his girlfriend in my—Okay, in our shared room and fucks her.

“Be careful, I might snatch things that belong to—me.”

A chuckle left my mouth as that blonde’s words from two days ago reached my ears. She thinks she can pull me down—a little girl can fight, but she can't win.

I couldn't go back to my room, so I parked the car near the roadside, still sitting inside as I picked up my phone and decided to dial my friend Parth. He is the same age as me. The streetlight isn't working, so I can't stay here for a long time.

My actions came to a halt the moment my eyes met with a girl standing in front of my car. She is wearing a dress, one strap of her dress lies across her shoulder.

She jumped the moment I honked, but she didn't move. “Come ooooutt.” This voice seems familiar. I looked at her for a moment too long and realized that this girl is that annoying girl from the University.

Varya Morozov.

She is the most annoying woman I ever met in my life, but I can't dislike the fact that she is beautiful. Yes, she is.

But the interesting part is she is more than drunk to even stand properly. I kept my phone on the seat and slid down. That was a bad move because, of course, I don't want anyone to know about my real identity but at the same time, It was late. I was already standing in front of her.

A plus point is that she is drunk, and I heard Hannah, her friend, talk to her saying that she has bad alcohol tolerance and barely remembers anything.

“Woah, two-two cars!? Nice niceeee.” She smiled, her eyes almost shut as she tried to balance herself.

“Are you both ttwins?” I kept on looking at her as she took a few steps towards me. Tugging my hands in the pocket of my jeans, I noticed her actions.

“It's my birthdayyyy and I got a giffttt. Got cheated by my exx. Such a dick. Right?” Oh! Got dumped on her birthday. She says something to an alien, laughing and sorry to break her bubble. I am incapable of understanding her alien language, so I am not even trying to.

Varya slowly slides in between the gap between the car and me as she says. “You are….handsomee..umm, Yeah.” She nodded to herself making a pout.

“You are drunk, go back to your friends.” I say, slightly turning around to search for someone from her University but found none. That's when I saw the club, so she was in the club. Varya is the perfect-spoiled kid. She doesn't care about anyone's thoughts or anything, she will do whatever she wishes.

I was already in my thoughts when she grabbed my collar, and pulled me towards her before putting her lips on mine. My eyes widened for a second as she stepped back still pulling me into a kiss and slowly started moving her lips.

I thought her lips would taste like bitter gourd, condescending her words, but it's anything but sweet. She broke the kiss, her eyes moved away from me—somewhere behind me as she whispered. “Kiss me—like I am y-your property. Hear…me, Mr. Stranger? Please..e” Crazy it's an order but turns out as a request but at the same time it sounds like an order.

My hands slipped out of my pocket as I placed my hand on her waist pulling her towards me and kissed her back. Varya’s front hit my chest as she slid her hand from my collar to my chest. While I was kissing no more, like devoted her lips, her back hit the door of the Lambo as I squeezed her waist a little. Sucking her lips, Varya moaned in my mouth.

Fuck, I shouldn't get involved with her. No, no. This is so wrong, Yug.

We pulled apart, breathing heavily as she says. “My first proper—kisss wass worth it.” I part my lips to speak when she speaks again. “Can you take m-me away with you?” Her eyes aren't on me, so I moved my gaze following her and found Ming, a loser and her boyfriend—Oops, ex-boyfriend looking at us.

His hands are clenched into a fist and for some reason it feels good. I quickly turned away from me, just in case he finds me—that will be a problem. Varya grabbed my arm, making me look at her. “P-please,”

“No, I don't owe you anything. You go your way, I’ll go mine.” I grabbed her hold on mine and yanked it ready to open my door when she said.

“I gave you myy first proper kiss, just act like my boyfriend or take me away.” This woman. I saw Ming walk-in towards us, so I grabbed Varya’s hand and walked towards the passenger seat. She quickly got inside, and I quickly slid into the car.

Because I know her well, fighting with her will only invite problems to me and getting my identity reveal is the last thing I want to.

✯

“Do i…know you?” I paused on my actions and slowly turned my attention to her. Did she recognize me? Heck no, I am risking everything not for people to find it out quickly. “Why do you think so? Remember, I am a stranger—you kissed.” I said and turned towards the highway.

“Oh! Yes, you are the one I kissed just now. Haha..yeah yeah.”

“Sit quietly, You are annoying.”

“You helped me, so I will agree to your words.” She said, sitting quietly and lying her head on the seat. “Ming….c-cheated on me. And i..hate him but..I-i don't want to lose from him..wh-which is why I kissed youu, Mr. Stranger.”

“Have you heard that line?”

“Which onee?” Bet spoil kid didn't hear this.

“Stranger Danger.” A soft giggled filled my car as I lifted my brow looking at her.

“That's thrill–yep, thrill and without thrill. Lifeu is boring. It's not like you will eat me.”

“I can do that.” I say, turning the steering wheel. “What? Eat me?”

“Yes, I can eat you.” She laughed again, slamming her hand on my thighs and breaking into laughter again. “Cute.” The car came to halt, and she pushed the door open before sliding down.

“For a ride. Thank youuuu… Mr. Stranger. Danger.” An exhalation left my mouth because this self obsessed girl is not in the sense to realize that we are standing in an old abandoned property.

She turned around ready to walk. “Oh! Why am I here? Did I time travel to the time when University wasn't built?” Why did I even agree to get stuck with this panoti?

(troublemaker)

I pushed the door sliding down as warm streetlights welcomed me. Varya takes a drunken step towards me before sitting on the bonnet of my car. Her dress slid up to her bare thighs, revealing her tattoo. “Too Divine now eyes off me.” and I moved my eyes from her.

Rule number one: Don't get involved with women.

“This is not time travelling, why did you bring me here?” She speaks, her eyes half shut. “Drop me homeeee.” She added, taking a step towards me and grabbing my jacket.

I stayed quiet, looking at her face, and she is beautiful. She has freckles on her cheeks. “I am talking to you. Drop me home.”

“Tumhare baap ka driver nahi hu jo jaha bologi waha le jaunga.” I said, grinding my teeth, but she doesn't bother. Of course, she doesn't know the meaning.

(I am not your father's servant.)

“English, English..bark in englishh..” I grabbed her hand and yanked it. “Do you always have to prove that you are freaking annoying?” I said, pushing her. She bends on the car bonnet, her eyes looking at me.

“Listen to me, I am not going to drop you anywhere, I am not your driver.”

“Then be my boyfriend. Not a driver. My boyfriend, and I kissed you too, so I locked it.” She grabbed my jacket, pulled out the phone from my pocket and grabbed my collar from the other hand.

“You just got ditched by one.”

“Which is why I want one. No—you. Alright, forget it! Stranger Danger. I owe you, do me one favor. Hold me like I belong to you. Only you and if someone puts a hand on me, the fire inside you can burn them. Go ahead..hold me.” She said, her eyes are pinned to me and when I don't show any moment she speaks again.

“It's just a favor, I am not begging you to actually claim me as yours— I will just click a few pictures for my dick ex.”

I took a step forward, grabbing her thigh as I said. “And what if I sincerely wish to claim you as mine?” She doesn't really care a bit, and snapped a picture. It took me a moment to realize that I was squeezing her thigh while she snapped a picture.

She grabbed my collar, pulling me towards her as she spoke. “You can only wish, putting your hands, claiming me is a task and I bet a handsome man like you—aren’t capable of claiming a loser like me.”

“Is that a challenge?” I asked as she pulled me closer to herself that our lips almost met. “No, reality check.”

She is my academic rival and I must not—I repeat, I must not get tangled with my rival because what I noticed just now is insane. This woman has the capacity to drive me nuts.

“Challenge accepted, Varya.”