All Chapters of Insanely insane : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sun hung lazily over the sprawling college campus, casting long shadows on the stone pathways. Students milled about, their chatter and laughter blending into a comfortable hum. But in one corner of the courtyard, that warmth was about to shatter.Aariz stood there, his presence a storm waiting to break. He wasn’t moving, just watching. His hands were in his pockets, but the stillness in his frame was dangerous—predatory. His eyes, dark and unreadable, were locked on one person: Rohit.Only minutes ago, Timtim had refused him. Not angrily, not with cruelty—just quietly, almost apologetically. I can’t, Aariz. The words had landed like cold steel, cutting into him, sharp and unyielding. He hadn’t said much in return. Just a faint nod, as if her decision was her right. But now, the silence was cracking under the weight of something darker.Rohit, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, was joking with a group of friends near the bike stand. Aariz walked toward them, every ste

The room felt smaller than usual, shadows stretching across the walls as if they too were pressing down on her. Timtim lay curled on her bed, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, trying to block out the memory of his hands, his mouth, his weight against her.Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw him: the intensity in his dark eyes, the sharp lines of his jaw as he had held her, the way his hands had explored her as if she were something forbidden yet irresistibly his.Her cheeks burned—not with anger, but with the humiliation and confusion that churned in her chest. Her body had betrayed her. Every gasp, every shiver, every heat pooling low in her belly had answered him in ways her mind screamed against. She hated him. She feared him. And yet… part of her ached at the thought of his touch, as if a piece of her had been left behind in his arms.She tried to cry, but the tears only came in ragged, uneven sobs that wracked her small fr

The lecture hall was quieting down as students settled into their seats. Aariz moved with his usual effortless authority, leaning against the podium, checking his notes. His dark eyes, however, kept straying to Timtim, seated quietly near the front, hands clutching her notebook, still trembling from yesterday’s events.Across the hall, in the shadows, a tall, sharply dressed man observed silently. Ishtiyaq Khan. Aariz’s rival in the underworld, a man whose reputation carried a chill—ruthless, calculating, and dangerous. Unlike the students or faculty, Ishtiyaq didn’t see Aariz as just a professor; he saw the same fire that had made Aariz a feared figure in the city’s darkest circles.And he saw her.Timtim.Ishtiyaq’s eyes narrowed, noting how Aariz’s gaze lingered on her longer than necessary. The possessiveness in Aariz’s posture wasn’t subtle—it was a predator claiming its territory. His jaw tightened whenever Timtim shifted, his hand brushed against hers, even slightly, as if mark

The college auditorium buzzed with energy as the dance group gathered for practice. Timtim’s name had been called, and without hesitation she joined her teammates. She didn’t even think about asking Aariz’s opinion—why would she? It was just a group performance, and besides, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of believing he had a say in everything she did. She didn’t even get the chance to ask Aariz — nor did she feel the need to. It was just a dance, just practice. He hadn’t said anything, though she had caught the storm lingering in his sharp eyes when her name was called out. He stayed silent, masking it with that stony expression, but deep down, his blood boiled. Control yourself, Aariz… if you cage her now, she will hate you. That was the mantra he kept repeating, even though his fists had already curled tight in his pockets. Timtim laughed shyly with her teammates, walking up on stage for rehearsal. Music filled the hall. Her assigned partner — a tall boy with car

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening. It hadn’t been violent, no thundering storm tearing at the sky, just an endless, weary drizzle that clung to the city as though it wanted to drown it in silence. From the window of Aariz’s penthouse, the lights outside looked blurred, smeared like watercolor on wet paper.Timtim lay on her side, her face turned toward the giant windows, but her mind wasn’t with the rain. It was with him.Aariz’s chest rose and fell behind her, steady, powerful, warm against her spine. His arm was heavy across her waist, possessive even in sleep. He always held her like that — as though her small, fragile body might vanish into thin air if he loosened his grip.But tonight, there was something different.His breathing wasn’t even. It caught sometimes, sharp exhales followed by silence, like he was holding something back even in the safety of dreams. She thought maybe it was stress. Aariz never showed weakness awake, but in the quiet hours of the night, Timtim had no