The DJ party at Orion Lounge was no ordinary college bash—it was the event. Hype had been building all week, and the turnout didn't disappoint. Colored strobe lights bounced off glittering decor, and the air throbbed with deep bass and euphoric beats. The music pulsed so hard it felt like the walls were breathing. This wasn't just any party. This was the night everyone would remember.
Everyone who mattered was there. Everyone who wanted to matter tried to get noticed.
In the middle of this neon chaos, Blick and Kiara made an entrance that turned heads.
Kiara wore a short red sequin dress with thin straps that barely held on. It hugged her curves like a second skin, her toned legs glowing under the club lights. Blick rocked a jet-black shirt open halfway, showing off his sharp abs and wide shoulders.
"Damn," someone whispered as they passed. "That's the hottest couple on campus."
They weren't even officially a couple yet.
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Blick's Quick Reflexes
While Kiara got drinks at the bar, Blick scanned the crowd—and spotted Danny, sitting by himself. He wasn't dancing. He wasn't talking. Just sipping a drink and staring into space.
Suddenly, four guys—strangers—approached him with smug grins.
"Yo, big shot! You think you run this college?" one guy sneered, jabbing a finger into Danny's chest.
Danny ignored him.
Wrong move.
Another guy elbowed him, hard.
Danny stood. "Back off."
"You got attitude?"
The next moment was chaos. A fist flew toward Danny's jaw.
Before it could land, Blick blurred into the frame like an action movie hero.
Thud!
He caught the guy's arm, twisted it, and shoved him back.
"Wrong party," Blick growled.
Two more charged him.
Blick ducked, swept one guy's legs with a spin, elbowed another in the gut, then pivoted to jab the last one in the chest, making him stumble.
Heads turned. Crowd backed away. Music still boomed.
Then came Ravi—Blick's local buddy—and three other guys.
"Yo!" Ravi yelled. "What's going on here?!"
The attackers froze.
Ravi pushed between them. "Blick's our guy. You fight him, you fight us. Now get the hell out."
The boys, faces bruised and ego deflated, left in a hurry.
Danny stared at Blick, jaw clenched.
"I didn't ask for help," he muttered.
"You didn't need to," Blick replied. "But I helped anyway."
A pause. Then a slow nod from Danny. Mutual respect was forming.
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Enter: Aaliya – Blick's Past and Kiara's Present Problem
The party rolled on. Back at the bar, Kiara was just about to return when a statuesque bombshell walked in.
Aaliya.
She was tall. Her skin was molten chocolate. Her dress was metallic gold and barely covered her hips. Her strut could melt steel.
"BLICK!" she called, waving.
He turned. Eyes lit up.
"Aaliya?!"
They rushed into each other's arms. Aaliya hugged him tight, her thigh-high slit revealing smooth, endless legs.
"You didn't tell me college was this hot," she teased.
Kiara watched from across the room, drink in hand.
"Who the hell is that?" Tanya asked beside her.
"His... friend?" Kiara said, not so sure.
Aaliya wrapped her arm around Blick's neck, whispering in his ear. He laughed.
Kiara's grip on her glass tightened.
"Let's dance!" Aaliya said.
They hit the floor, grinding to the beat. Her body molded into his with every move.
Kiara stood frozen.
Then, she turned—and downed her drink.
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Jealousy, Tension, and One Savage Line
Blick eventually found Kiara again.
"Hey," he said, noticing her clenched jaw.
"Enjoying the view?" she snapped.
"Aaliya's just—"
"Hot chocolate wrapped in gold with perfect boobs? Yeah, I saw."
He smirked. "You jealous?"
"Are you stupid?"
"Only when I talk to pretty girls who pretend not to be jealous."
Kiara looked away.
He stepped closer. "You're the one I wanted to dance with."
She sighed. "Really?"
"I'd rather trip over your feet than dance perfectly with anyone else."
She laughed. "That's stupid."
"But it worked."
He kissed her.
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Meera and the Mystery Hacker
Meanwhile, Meera stood outside the club with a boy wearing a hoodie and holding a small tablet.
"They're too cozy," she hissed.
"They won't be for long."
He showed her the screen: security cam footage, edited to make Blick look like he was cheating.
"I'll drop this during the talent fest. Let them burn."
Meera smiled.
"I want her heart broken. I want him hated."
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The Rooftop Moment
After the party, Blick took Kiara to the rooftop garden above the dorm. Fairy lights glowed around them. A cool breeze danced with the petals of flowering vines.
Kiara leaned against him, barefoot, tipsy.
"Why are you like this?" she asked.
"Like what?"
"So... dangerous, yet sweet. Like a naughty hero."
He laughed. "And you're like a stubborn princess who won't admit she likes me."
"Shut up."
He tilted her chin. "You're mine now."
"Prove it."
He kissed her neck.
Then her collarbone.
Then lower.
Her breath hitched.
His fingers trailed along her spine.
She shivered.
They lay on the garden bench, tangled up in each other, kissing deeply, heat rising under the stars.
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Aaliya's Confession
Back in her room, Aaliya stared at the photo of Blick and Kiara kissing.
"Idiot," she whispered. "Still the same Blick. Always chasing the impossible."
She opened her diary.
'He never knew I loved him. He never knew I left because I couldn't handle watching him love someone else.'
She closed the book.
But her eyes weren't sad.
They were calculating.
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Project ICE Activated
The mystery hacker inserted another drive.
A program popped up: Project ICE: Phase 1 Complete.
A list of names.
Blick was #1.
A countdown timer started.
48:00:00
Until what?
We're about to find out.