All Chapters of My Roommate & I: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Baby Boo."I heard Raihan's velvety voice penetrate the haze of my slumber."Still fatigued?" he teased, a trace of mischief lurking in his tone.I remained cocooned beneath the sheets, reluctant to emerge from the comfort of sleep."It's already morning."A low, amused chuckle escaped him.There was an unmistakable note of satisfaction in his voice, as though he found immense amusement in disrupting my peaceful rest.“You’re going to be late for your lecture,” Raihan said casually.Still enveloped in the remnants of sleep, I instinctively pushed the duvet aside and sat upright.A heartbeat later, the realization dawned on me.In my groggy state, I had completely forgotten that I was stark naked—and that Raihan was standing mere feet away, watching the entire spectacle unfold.Mortification swept through me with astonishing force.Without hesitation, I snatched the duvet and draped it over myself, desperately attempting to salvage what little dignity I had left.A mischievous smirk tu

I couldn’t bring myself to attend my lectures after everything that had transpired between Raihan and me earlier that morning.The moment his parents departed, an oppressive silence engulfed the apartment, making the atmosphere feel inexplicably heavier.For reasons I couldn’t quite articulate, I found myself growing increasingly apprehensive in Raihan’s presence.“Are you still dwelling on what my father said?” Raihan asked, his perceptive gaze fixed intently on me. “I’m certain he was merely having a bit of fun with you.”“It’s fine,” I replied, forcing a faint smile. “I’m not bothered.”I lied to him because in reality every word his father had uttered echoed in my mind.The probing questions.The unmistakable look of recognition.The unsettling invitation.The more I reflected on it,the stronger my intuition became that Raihan’s father knew far more than me……..and my family .My thoughts wandered back to the peculiar name Raihan's mother had mentioned."Liam..."The name reverbera

Brrr… Brrr… Brrr… The shrill vibration of my phone cut through the silence, pulling me out of my grief. I glanced at the screen. Victor. I quickly wiped the tears from my face, took a slow breath, and answered. “Hey, Victor.” “Hey,” he said. “Are you still free this evening?” “Yeah, I am.” “Great. Do you want me to pick you up? Just send me your address.” Before answering, I instinctively looked at Raihan, expecting another dark glare. Instead, he simply smiled and gave me a small nod, silently telling me to go ahead. I turned my attention back to the call. “No, it’s alright,” I said. “Just text me the address. I’ll make my own way there.” “You sure?” “Yeah. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.” “Perfect. I’ll send it over now.” “Alright. See you soon.” “See you.” I ended the call and, almost instinctively, looked back at Raihan, searching his face for the irritation I was certain I’d find. “Do you want me to drive you there?” Raihan asked quietl

"Nobody move"the tallest robber bellowed, his pistol sweeping across the room."Everyone on the floor!Hands where I can see them!My body went rigid, fear anchoring me to my chair. Before I knew it, the haunting memories of my parents’ tragic deaths came crashing back, clouding my senses. I was so consumed by the past that I failed to notice the robber aiming in my direction. It was Victor who pulled me back to reality just in time—otherwise, I would have been the one lying in a pool of blood.“What the fuck is wrong with you, Lucas?” Victor growled through gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper as we lay sprawled face-down on the floor. “The robber almost shot you. If I hadn’t yanked you to the ground, you’d be dead by now.”“I don’t know what came over me. I just… froze. Thank you for saving me,” I said softly, my voice trembling with gratitude."I said no talking or whispering,” the shorter robber snapped, making his way toward us. We instantly clamped our mouths shut before

We were halfway through our lunch, chatting, laughing, and swapping stories, when a stranger casually pulled out the chair beside me and made himself comfortable. "Well... hello there, handsome," he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence as a smug smile played on his lips. Before I could react, he casually reached out, his hand hovering toward my chest as though he had every right to touch me. Drey was the first to spring to his feet, his chair scraping violently against the tiled floor. Every conversation in the eatery seemed to fade into the background as his piercing glare locked onto the stranger. “Alright,” Drey began, folding his arms across his chest. “You’ve just walked up to our table without so much as introducing yourself, sat down like you own the place, and now you’re staring at my friend as though you’ve been looking for him your entire life. So, how about you start making sense? Who the hell are you, what exactly do you want, and why should we entertain whate