Lahat ng Kabanata ng Insanely insane : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Timtim Mishra was flying — or at least that’s how it felt. College was her new playground, and she stepped into it like a storm wrapped in pastel suits and tinkling anklets. New notebooks, new faces, the smell of fresh beginnings — everything made her heart race with joy. “Sir, this is so much better than school!” she gushed one evening, casually poking her head into Aariz's door while munching on chips. “And you know what? There’s this girl named Priya in my class, she’s literally me. She also failed math twice and her dad also calls her ‘nalaayak’ during dinner.” Aariz didn’t smile. Instead, he asked flatly, “Who else did you meet?” Timtim raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Is this an interrogation?” “I’m just asking. Can’t I show concern?” She grinned, hopping into his room like it was her own. “Aree baba, don’t worry. No creepy boys in my group, I promise. Just harmless ones who look like tuitions scare them more than I do.” That didn’t help. In fact, it made things worse. Aa

Later that week, Timtim dressed in a soft yellow kurti, her hair open in soft curls, and a sparkle in her eyes that Aariz hadn’t seen since her Shimla trip.“Where are you going?” he asked casually from the couch as she applied lip balm at the mirror near the door.“To meet Rohit ,” she answered brightly. “Who?” “Rohit ! My childhood friend and he's my classmate too . We are in the same class and I didn't knew it earlier that he enrolled in the same college so we decided today to meet.” she answered him excitedly. Aariz froze. Her tone was light, cheerful, innocent. But something inside him stirred darkly. “Is he your boyfriend?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but his voice came out low and tight. She turned and laughed. “No! Just a friend. Why? You want to come too?” He didn’t answer. He just stared at her—at her glow, the excitement in her eyes, the way she checked her earrings again and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. And that smile—too wide. He clenche

The next morning was unusually calm. The kind of silence that wraps around the world just before a storm. Timtim stood in front of the mirror, brushing her long hair with trembling fingers. Her mind kept circling back to the strange look in Aariz’s eyes last night—dark, glinting with something unreadable. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was something... feral. Possessive. Terrifying. She had tried to brush it off. Told herself she was overthinking it. But something in her gut wouldn’t let her rest. "You're just being dramatic," she whispered to herself, tying her hair into a neat braid. "Focus on college. On your studies. That’s all that matters." But fate had something entirely different planned. --- At college, everything felt like routine. Until it didn’t. The buzz started in the corridors first. Girls whispering excitedly. Professors peeking curiously from their cabins. Even the sleepy watchman at the gate seemed oddly alert. “Did you hear?” Zoya hissed beside ti

The ceiling fans hummed lazily above as Aariz Sheikh Pataudi leaned casually against the desk at the front of the lecture hall. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms, his tie slightly loosened — the very image of an unbothered, confident man. But beneath that calm exterior, his gaze was sharp, scanning the rows of students with an almost predatory focus. And then… he saw it. Timtim — his Timtim — leaning across her bench, whispering something to the boy beside her. Rohit. Her lips curved into a smile, her fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The sight was so ordinary, so harmless… and yet Aariz’s jaw clenched hard enough to hurt. For the rest of the lecture, his voice was steady, his notes precise, but every word came out clipped, taut with suppressed emotion. His eyes returned to her again and again, watching how she avoided his gaze now, pretending to jot something in her notebook. When the bell rang, students began packing up. Aariz moved quickly

By the time Tim Tim reached home that afternoon, her mind was a storm.She had spent the entire rickshaw ride replaying her words in the classroom, her chest tightening with a mix of satisfaction and dread. Aariz hadn’t followed her out of college, but she knew — knew — he would show up.And he did.The sound of his key in the front door came just after sunset. She was in the kitchen, pretending to be busy with tea, when the familiar low voice drifted in.“Tim Tim.”She gripped the counter. “I don’t want to talk to you.”Footsteps crossed the hall. Then he was there, filling the doorway, tie loose, shirt sleeves rolled up. “That’s not your choice to make tonight.”She spun to face him, anger flaring again. “Oh, so you get to make all the choices? You get to decide when to drag me into rooms, when to talk to me, when to—” Her voice trembled. “When to touch me?”His eyes darkened. “You didn’t seem to hate it.”“That’s not the point!” she snapped. “You don’t own me, Aariz! You’re my tena