Warnings- Acid being Acid (Lots of cursing)
Hostel 4 mein kadam rakhna matlab apni izzat aur dimaag, dono ko daav par lagana. As a proud resident of Hostel 3βH4βs ultimate rivalsβyou had strictly no business being there. But destiny was cruel, and your three best friends just happened to be the biggest clowns of H4: Anni, Acid, and Sexa.
"Oye hoye! Look whoβs here," Sexa exclaimed, leaning against the doorframe with a dramatic, slow-motion wink that looked more like an eye twitch. "Humari pyaari H3 ki rani! Waise, aaj kal bada glow kar rahi ho? koi naya chakkar hai kya, meri jaan?"
"Shut up, Sexa," you laughed, picking up a stray slipper from the floor and threatening to throw it at him. "Apni lines kisi aur par maarna."
"Abey chhod na usko, Sexa," Anni said, not looking up from his drafting board, his hair standing on end from engineering graphics trauma. "Sheβs the only sane person who visits this mental asylum. Acid ko dekh, subah se dimaag kharab karke baitha hai."
Right on cue, Acid kicked the door open, his face red with pure, unadulterated rage. "Maa kasam, yaar! Yeh hostel ki billi apni aukaat bhool gayi hai! Madarchod kahiki. My favorite cream biscuit was on the table. Aisi ki taisi uski, bhadwi saali! I turned around for two seconds, and she snatched it. Next time I see that cat, I am launching a full-scale missile attack. Behenchod chodunga nahi usko!"
"Acid, tu ek billi se haar gaya?" Sexa giggled, nudging him.
"Tu chup kar, saale!" Acid snapped.
Before the argument could escalate into a wrestling match, the room suddenly went dead silent. The heavy footsteps in the corridor stopped right outside the door.
Derek stood at the threshold. He was drenched in sweat from football practice, a white towel hung around his neck, looking every bit like the intimidating H4 captain everyone feared. His sharp eyes scanned the room, instantly locking onto you. His jaw tightened.
"H3 ki public humare room mein kya kar rahi hai?" Derek asked, his voice low, commanding, and entirely too attractive for your own good.
You stood up, crossing your arms, refusing to let him intimidate you. "Relax, senior. Apne doston se milne aayi hoon. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki H4 mein aane hone ke liye visa lagta hai."
Derek took a slow step forward, a mocking, confident smirk playing on his lips. "Listen, junior. General Championship sar par hai. Mujhe kya pata tum yahan humari football strategy churaane aayi ho? H3 waale toh hote hi hain cheater."
"Oh, please! Tumhari strategy?" you countered with a smirk of your own. "You mean 'ball Derek ko pass karo aur bhagwan se dua maango'? Iske alawa koi strategy hai bhi?"
Anni instantly choked on his chai, coughing violently. Acid let out a loud, chaotic whistle. "Bhai sahab! Isne toh seedha gaand phad di! Captain ko direct attack!" Acid muttered, looking thoroughly entertained.
Derekβs eyes narrowed, stepping directly into your personal space. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. "Kal. Shaam ko theek paanch baje, football ground par. Letβs see if your game is as loud as your mouth, junior."
"Toh taiyar rehna, Senior. Haarne ke baad rona mat," you snapped right back.
The fierce rivalry lasted exactly three weeks. It ended on a dusty, chaotic evening on the sports field when you actually managed to nutmeg Derek during a friendly practice match, passing the ball straight to Sexa who scored the winning goal while Anni was busy tying his shoelaces.
Derek had frozen in absolute shock, staring at you with wide eyes before a loud, genuine laugh broke across his face. "Chalo, maan gaye yaar! You actually have guts. H3 waalon mein thoda toh dimaag hai."
From that day on, the biting sarcasm shifted into something completely different. The "enemy" tag disappeared, and you became the unofficial anchor of the H4 group.
But engineering college has a habit of crushing souls. A month later, the academic pressure finally broke you. It was 2:00 AM, and you were sitting alone on the dark H4 terrace, staring blankly at a pile of failed fluid mechanics diagrams. Tears of sheer frustration were silently slipping down your cheeks.
"Akele akele ro rahi ho? Humari permission li thi?"
You looked up quickly, wiping your face, to see Derek standing there. He wasn't wearing his usual intense captain expression; his face was incredibly soft, almost worried. In his hands, he held two steaming paper cups of cutting chai.
He sat down on the concrete ledge right next to you, handing over a cup. "Anni ne bataya tera dimaag kharab ho gaya hai. Itna load kyun leti hai? You are smarter than half of the idiots in this college."
"Nahi ho raha hai, Derek," you whispered, your voice cracking as you stared into the tea. "Yeh fluid mechanics mere dimaag se upar ja raha hai. Iβm going to fail this semester."
Derek sighed softly. He reached out, his large, warm hand gently gripping your shoulder, shaking you slightly. "Mujhe dekh. Agar H4 ke launde Acid ki khana banane ki koshish aur Sexa ki bakwaas dating advice ko survive kar sakte hain, toh tu yeh jhaantu exam aaram sey nikaal sakti hai. Aur agar samajh nahi aa raha? Toh kal se main library mein baithunga tere saath. Jab tak tera syllabus khatam nahi hota, main kahin nahi ja raha. Clear?"
You looked at him, your heart doing a strange, sudden flip against your ribs. The rough, tough Derek was being completely gentle with you. "Since when did the angry captain become so sweet?"
He looked away, a faint, rare blush creeping up his neck as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sirf tere liye. Baaki sabke liye toh main abhi bhi unka baap hoon."
The transition from "good friends" to "something dangerous" happened during the legendary post-GC celebration party. H4 had crushed the competition, and the entire hostel common room was a war zone of flying blue gulal, tearing shirts, loud beats, and absolute madness.
You were standing near the corner corridor, trying to avoid getting drenched in beer, when Derek spotted you. Ignoring the juniors who were trying to lift him on their shoulders, he walked straight through the crowd, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you out into the quiet, dimly lit back balcony.
"Puri hostel naach rahi hai, aur tu yahan chhupi hui hai?" Derek asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky register over the distant thumping of the music.
"Congratulations, Captain," you smiled up at him, your heart beating fast. "Finally, GC humara... I mean, tumhara hua."
"Mera nahi, humara," Derek murmured, stepping incredibly close. The smell of sweat, cologne, and victory enveloped you. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a smudge of blue color from your cheekbone. His touch lingered, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.
Your breath hitched. "Derek..."
"Bohot time se ek baat bolni thi," he said, his eyes dropping to your lips. "Football se zyada... mera dhyaan tere par rehne laga hai."
Before you could even process the confession, the balcony door burst open with a loud BANG.
"Oye hoye hoye! Yahan toh alag hi match chal raha hai! Direct goal!" Sexa yelled, holding a half-empty bottle, his eyes wide with scandalous joy. "Bhai, humein toh laga tha Derek sirf trophy uthayega, yahan toh bhabhi hi utha li!"
Acid stormed in right behind him, holding a bucket of cold water. "Abey saale Sexa! Teri Maa ka bhosda, teri gaand mein keeda hai kya?! Why did you interrupt them?! Maa kasam, itni mushkil se toh Derek line pe aaya tha! They were about to kiss. Chutiye, poore moment ki aisi ki taisi kar di!"
Anni peeked from behind Acid's shoulder, holding a small notepad. "Guys, gaali mat do, look at Derek's face. Bhai ka chehra dekho, pura tamatar ban gaya hai. Record tod diya isney aaj. Mujhe yeh draw karna hai."
Derek closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in pure exhaustion, letting out a loud growl. "Tum log na... ek number ke harami ho. Maa kasam, kal sabko extra five rounds lagwaunga ground ke!"
But he didn't move away from you. Instead, Derek wrapped his arm securely around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, claiming you right in front of them. He looked down at you, his eyes melting with pure warmth and affection.
"Chhod unko," Derek whispered near your ear, ignoring the chaotic hooting from the trio. "Tu bol. What's your answer, junior?"
You laughed, leaning back into his solid chest, completely ignoring Acid and Sexa who were now fake-crying in the corner. "Mera answer haan hai, Captain. Waise bhi, your strategy needs some work."
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