Chapter 3 – Andrew’s Obsession

Chapter 3 – Andrew’s Obsession

The room smelled faintly of incense and old paper. Posters covered every inch of the walls: Tom’s smiling face on billboards, advertisements, magazine covers, and stills from his movies. Some were neatly pinned, others taped with little care, edges curling, corners torn. The chaos somehow mirrored Andrew’s mind.

Gaurav, Andrew’s best friend since school, let out a low whistle as he stepped into the room.

“Bro… what is happening in here?” he asked, trying to step over a pile of Tom’s posters that had fallen onto the floor.

Andrew didn’t even look up. He was kneeling in front of the largest poster — a full-body shot of Tom in a black leather jacket, eyes sparkling at the camera. Andrew leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the glossy paper.

“Bro… seriously? Again?” Gaurav groaned, massaging his temples. “You can’t just keep… you know, worshipping a poster. It’s getting crazy now.”

Andrew’s eyes shone with a mix of passion and delirium. “Crazy? Gaurav, you don’t understand. He’s… he’s perfect. Every smile, every gesture… it’s like he’s looking at me through the screen. I… I love him.”

Gaurav flopped onto the bed, surrounded by posters that fell off the walls. “Love? Dude… it’s a poster. A celebrity. A… TV star. You’ve never even met him! And yet, here you are, drooling over cardboard.”

Andrew ignored him. He carefully straightened another poster, brushing his fingers across Tom’s face, a shiver running down his spine. “One day… one day he’ll know me. He’ll see me. And when that happens… everything will change.”

Gaurav groaned louder. “Bro, please. Can we just eat first? You’ve been standing here talking to him for… what… two hours? We’re going to the dhabha, come on.”

Andrew reluctantly peeled himself away from the wall, his fingers tracing Tom’s jawline one last time before he left. But as soon as he reached the doorway, he turned back, pressing a dramatic, whispered kiss onto the poster.

“Stay safe, my love,” he murmured.

Outside, the Kolkata streets were alive with the evening crowd. The smell of street food, the hum of conversations, the faint scent of the river breeze — nothing compared to the chaos in Andrew’s mind. His thoughts were consumed entirely by Tom. Every step, every glance at passing strangers, every flash of neon light reminded him of him.

“Bro, you’re acting… I don’t even know, man. Creepy?” Gaurav muttered, following behind. “You talk about him like he’s… like he’s real. Like he’s living in our flat or something.”

Andrew smiled, a dreamy, faraway look in his eyes. “He is real, Gaurav. He’s alive, he’s out there, and he’s mine… mine someday. You’ll see.”

Gaurav threw his hands in the air. “I swear… one day your obsession is going to scare a girl away, or worse… get you arrested!”

Andrew just laughed softly, the sound like a little melody of madness. His heart raced as he imagined meeting Tom, touching him, speaking to him — and somewhere deep inside, a little voice whispered: This isn’t enough. I need more. I need him closer.

And as the duo reached the dhabha, Andrew’s gaze flickered to a passing poster on a shop wall — Tom’s smiling face staring back at him. He stepped forward, whispering under his breath, “Soon… very soon, you’ll know me.”

Gaurav groaned yet again. “Bro… I give up. You’re officially insane.”

Andrew just grinned, unbothered, lost in his obsession, as if the entire city had melted away, leaving only him and the object of his undying, chaotic, lust-filled devotion.

✨ That’s Chapter 3, focusing on:

Andrew’s obsessive love for Tom

His messy, poster-filled room

His humorous dynamic with Gaurav

Hinting at escalating lust and craziness

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