The auditorium pulsed with excitement. Students packed into rows, phones out, voices high, waiting for the grand event: the Freshers' Ramp Walk Night.
On the stage, laser lights carved sharp lines in the air. EDM bass boomed through the speakers. Smoke machines spat clouds of mystery.
Backstage was chaos. Makeup artists shouted for setting spray. Girls twisted into glittery dresses so tight they couldn't breathe. Boys flexed in mirrors, practicing smirks and flexing their biceps.
Among them stood Blick, dressed in a sharp midnight-black blazer with no shirt underneath. His chiseled abs peeked through, glistening slightly under the spotlight's heat.
He caught a glimpse of Kiara, and his breath nearly left him.
She wore a blood-red backless gown, high slit running dangerously up her thigh. The fabric shimmered with every step. Her long hair cascaded over one shoulder. She wasn't just sexy—she was a show-stopper.
"Close your mouth," she whispered as she passed him.
"I wasn't staring," he said.
"Sure. Keep lying to yourself."
He followed her with his eyes, watching the sway of her hips until Zara bumped into him, pressing her chest into his arm.
"Oops," Zara said with a wink. Her top barely counted as clothing—just two thin straps and shimmer.
"Tonight's gonna be wild," she whispered, brushing her hand along his abs.
Blick cleared his throat, stepping back. "Excuse me, I have a real partner."
Zara's smirk twisted. "We'll see how real she stays after tonight."
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Ramp Walk Begins: Heat on the Stage
The event host shouted, "Let's welcome our freshers—walking the fire tonight!"
Couples began their struts. Some tripped. Some twirled. Some froze in place. But none set the stage ablaze.
Then came Kiara and Blick.
The lights dimmed.
A sultry beat dropped. Think slow drums and deep bass.
Kiara stepped out first, back arched, leg extended. Her eyes locked onto the crowd, daring them to blink.
Then Blick followed, his blazer open, confident smirk flashing as he met her at center stage.
They twirled into each other.
Kiara's hand slid over Blick's bare chest.
The crowd roared.
One bold step—Kiara spun. Blick caught her waist. Their faces inches apart.
She whispered, "You owe me a kiss for this entrance."
He smirked. "After the applause."
They walked off together, leaving behind a trail of cheers and gasps.
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Backstage Tensions – Danny's Threat
As they returned backstage, Danny stood waiting.
"Enjoying your fake romance?" he asked coldly.
Blick squared up. "More real than your muscles."
Danny stepped forward. "I warned you before. She's out of your league."
Kiara intervened, grabbing Blick's wrist. "Come on, let's go."
Danny whispered as they passed, "Let's see if she still smiles when the screens drop."
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The Sabotage
Meanwhile, in the shadows near the tech desk, Meera, the camera girl, hesitated.
On her screen was the queue for the final video drop: a doctored clip of Blick and Ayesha looking like they were kissing backstage.
She'd been paid by Danny to upload it during the final couple's ramp.
Her finger hovered.
"I can't," she whispered to herself.
But Danny's voice echoed in her ear from earlier:
"If he wins, you're finished. Upload the video."
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Zara's Bold Move
Just before the final walk, Zara stepped in front of Blick, blocking his path.
She leaned in, whispering loud enough for Kiara to hear.
"Still time to change partners. You and me? We'd melt the ramp."
Blick didn't flinch. "I already have fire by my side."
He took Kiara's hand.
She smirked. "That was hot."
"I try."
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Final Walk & The Video Drop
The lights dimmed again.
"Final walk—Blick and Kiara!" the host roared.
They stepped onto the stage, locked together in rhythm. Every move was intimate—almost a dance.
He lifted her, spun her gently. She arched back over his arm, hair grazing the floor.
Just as they paused in the center—
The screen behind them flickered.
Suddenly, a blurry video played. A boy, shirtless, leaning toward a girl in red (Ayesha). Her lips puckered. His face neared.
Gasps.
"Is that Blick?"
"Are they kissing?!"
Kiara's face twisted in confusion.
The crowd whispered. Murmured. Phones came out.
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Meera's Redemption
From the shadows, Meera ran out, grabbing the mic from the MC.
"This video is FAKE!" she shouted. "It's edited. Danny made me do it. I have proof!"
The tech team froze the screen.
Kiara looked at Blick.
"You didn't..."
"No. I swear."
"I believe you," she whispered.
Blick stepped forward, hand around Kiara's waist.
"To whoever's trying to break us—try harder."
The crowd exploded in cheers.
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Afterparty Vibes & Kisses
The afterparty took place in the open lawn, strung with fairy lights.
Couples danced. Music thumped.
Kiara and Blick sat away from the crowd, on a bench under a tree.
"You were incredible tonight," she said.
"So were you. That dress nearly gave me a heart attack."
She leaned into him. "So what about that kiss you promised?"
He cupped her cheek. "Only if you promise not to bite my lip again."
She kissed him, soft and slow. Then nibbled his lip.
"Oops."
"Woman, you're dangerous."
"You like it."
Their laughter was stolen by the night.
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Twist Ending – Bigger Threat
Meanwhile, Danny sat alone in his car, defeated.
His phone buzzed. Unknown number.
A voice, deep and cold: "You failed. Time for someone who doesn't."
Danny: "Who is this?"
The voice: "Let's just say... I've watched Blick for a long time. And I'm not impressed. See you at the next fest."
A shot of a shadowy figure closing a laptop. On the screen: multiple photos of Blick, Kiara... and blueprints of the campus.
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To Be Continued...