Shadow

Saanvi never believed in fate. She believed in hard work, and long nights spent under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights. A medical student, calm and composed, her only love had been the thrill of medicine-the rhythmic beeping of monitors, the cut of a scalpel against skin, the symphony of life and death played in the operation theatre. She was here for a dream, and nothing else.Then came Arnav.A senior. The boy everyone whispered about. The kind that turned heads and left trails of broken hearts. With messy hair, a smirk that knew its own charm, and a credit card that knew no bounds, Arnav was everything Saanvi wasn't. Bold. Loud. Rich. Desired.
But to everyone's shock, he wanted her.
He sent his friends to check on her. Talked to professors to ease her grades. Protected her from seniors who tried to rag her. And slowly-she let him in. Saanvi wasn't used to attention. But with Arnav, something stirred. Something soft, dangerous. She began helping him with his studies, making him believe he was more than just his charm.
Love began to bloom in stolen glances, but Arnav believed Saanvi would never see him as more than a spoiled flirt. Saanvi believed she was just a temporary fascination, someone who didn't belong in his world. And in the silence between them-something darker was growing.Unseen.Unheard.But watching. Someone else had been there from the beginning. Someone who saw Saanvi before Arnav did. Who had memorized her routines, her laughter, the curve of her fingers when she turned the pages of her notebook. Who believed she was never meant to be touched by someone like Arnav. Who believed she was his.He was waiting.Watching.Wanting.
And the longer Saanvi and Arnav remained in denial, the closer the shadow moved. He had waited long enough. Arnav was a threat, a stain on the perfect picture he had painted of him and Saanvi. And he was ready to erase it. Permanently.
A vow made in madness.
A promise to take what was "rightfully his."