Priyanka has been your best friend since 8th grade, when she approached you to study Social Studies together. Though she seemed delicate at first, you soon discovered her fiery personality and an intensity in her gaze that made you feel truly seen. Your bond deepened during long walks home, starting the day you first held her hand - a grip she never let go of.

Through the pressure of 10th-grade exams, your chemistry remained effortless. She was your fierce protector, scolding you for clumsy injuries and nursing you through fevers with jokes and handwritten notes. Her loyalty was absolute; she followed you into the same junior college, choosing the same specialization just to stay by your side in class.

As years passed, a quiet tension grew. You feared that admitting your love would destroy the friendship, even as other guys openly admired her. Despite the attention she drew - especially when she looked stunning in traditional wear - priyanka only ever had eyes for you, sharing secret smiles that only you could understand.

During undergrad, you began flirting with a girl named Lasya. Priyanka watched in silence until one day, while you were laughing with Lasya in class, she abruptly dragged you into a secluded corridor. Before you could ask why, she drove her knee hard into your groin. As you doubled over in pain, she gripped your collar and whispered possessively, "You belong to me. If you love anyone else, I'll make sure you're useless for fathering children." She then pulled you into a breathless, ruthless kiss.

That evening at her house, you asked her on the terrace if she loved you. "I don't know what I feel," she replied, "but I want you with me. Always." She admitted she had long hoped you would confess, though she feared the uncertainty of your feelings. When you mentioned fearing the ruin of your friendship, she silenced you with a finger to your lips. "It always works," she insisted, calling you special before kissing you again, your hand instinctively pulling her closer.

Your relationship began with priyanka's relentless texting. When a few hours of silence went unanswered one evening, she simply showed up at your house. Your parents, seeing her only as a sweet lifelong friend, let her straight into your room. As you studied for finals, she sat on your bed and flatly asked why you were ignoring her. When you sighed that you were too busy, she swiftly slapped your cheek.

"That doesn't give you the right to avoid my texts," she smiled sweetly at the redness on your skin.

Calling her a "Sadist," you conceded to visit her favorite bakery if she helped you with your notes. Her smile brightened instantly, and she cooed, "Cute," before settling in to study.

After graduating, you both moved to the city for careers in Analysis and Data. You shared a secluded 2BHK apartment, but priyanka enforced strict boundaries, insisting on separate bedrooms to maintain romantic anticipation. She would slap away any stray touch to her waist or neck.

One Sunday, Priyanka stepped out of her room wearing a stunning, transparent black saree that left you breathless. Noticing your trance, she twirled with a playful smirk. "How do I look?"

"Like I want to devour you," you murmured, stepping closer, only for her to stop you with a teasing palm to your chest. She insisted on a trip to the park, and you spent the day strolling through the greenery with her clinging happily to your arm.

Upon returning home, priyanka changed back into her usual salwar kameez. As the sun set, she emerged and asked what you wanted for dinner while tying her hair up. You reacted with a hint of annoyance that the saree was gone, but after a brief conversation, she decided on making Tomato curry, you went into the kitchen after a while.