The common room was glowing with fairy lights and bad decisions.
Everyone sat in a loose circle, half-drunken on sugar rush from Coke and leftover cupcakes from the college fest. The air was electric—someone had just dared Ayaan to do 20 pushups shirtless, and nobody could stop screaming when he winked mid-rep.
She sat cross-legged between Nabeeha and Zain, playing with the hem of her sleeve, pretending not to notice how every guy's eyes lingered a second too long.
But her mind? Stuck on one name.
Junaid.
He was across the room, leaning against the wall, drink in hand, laughing like he owned the damn night. He looked like trouble in all black, silver chain catching the light, but those dark eyes? Focused on her.
Of course they were.
"Alright, next," Rahil said, spinning the bottle. It clicked against the floor and slowly landed on... her.
"Ouuu," Nabeeha cooed. "Dare."
"Always dare," she grinned, mischief in her eyes.
Rahil smirked. "Go dance. Right now. With one guy here. Your choice."
The circle erupted.
Junaid raised an eyebrow, unbothered. Ayaan sat up straighter. Zain, beside her, casually stretched his arm behind her back like it was no big deal.
She paused.
Then stood.
The room went dead silent.
Author's note: This is a parallel view among the 3 MCs
Option 1: She walks to Zain
The music thumped low as she reached for Zain's hand. He looked surprised for half a second, but recovered with that crooked smile. "Was starting to think you'd never pick me."
He pulled her in close—close. His hands rested on her waist, bold but not pushy. They swayed, barely moving, but the heat between them said otherwise.
"You're dangerous," he murmured against her ear.
She smirked. "You have no idea."
Behind her, Junaid's jaw clenches
Option 2: She walks to Ayaan
She gave Zain a quick wink and strolled straight to Ayaan. His eyes widened. "Oh. Oh wow."
She grabbed his hand, pulling him into the center, making the others whoop. Ayaan wasn't subtle. Hands all over her waist, dramatic twirls, pulling her in until their faces were inches apart.
"You picked me?" he whispered.
"Don't get used to it," she teased.
But her heart? Beating wild when he held her like he meant it.
Option 3: She walks to Junaid
No hesitation. She walked past Zain. Past Ayaan.
Straight to him.
Junaid didn't even move. He just looked down at her like he knew. Like he always knew.
"Ready?" she asked.
He smirked. "You sure you are?"
He didn't take her hand. He took her waist. And pulled her in slow, like she was breakable. The music faded for her. All she heard was his voice in her ear.
"You're trouble, sunshine."
She smiled. "And you're addicted."
Author's words: Please do tell me which Male Lead you like the most ✨🙌🏻🩷🫰🏻