Books have always been a refuge for me, a source of endless fascination regardless of the genre—be it science, technology, the business world, or the latest fashion trends. But it's fiction that really gets me. Each story in fiction feels like a peek into everyone's deepest dreams and desires. What I love most is how it shows love—unconditional, thrilling, devoted, and wild. It's the kind of love I crave, the kind that feels as intense as a thousand epic tales.

And today, for reasons I can't quite grasp, the urge to see the man of my dreams has reached a fever pitch. My instincts are screaming that today could be a pivotal moment, the day when everything changes. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find him today. Sure, I'm only 18, and it might sound like a teenage fantasy, but it's not just about desire. It's a deep emptiness that only he can fill.

And against all odds, maybe the man holding me in his embrace is the one. Perhaps he's here at this very party, waiting for me to find him. Maybe this is a sign from the heavens, a cosmic twist of fate guiding me to him.

"Come with me," his voice is low and gravel. He jumps off the stool, grabs my wrist tightly, and pulls me away from the crowd.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Roy and Reesha watching us. Reesha is practically giving the guy the third degree, trying to figure him out just by looking, while Roy's eyes are glued to the hand holding my wrist. I roll my eyes. I kinda wish they'd see us make out, but I don't want to let them ruin my mood.