More Than Enough ~ A Rumya Three-Shot [Completed]

Author's Note: Based on the Prompt by @oh_nakhrewaali in Submit Writing Prompt Thread who requested for writing: Character A has body image issues, character B makes them feel better. (Could result in comfort sex).

Introduction:

Soumya, a confident yet self-conscious fresher, navigates college life where appearances matter more than personality. When a challenge forces her into an unexpected situation, she faces insecurities, judgment, and surprising turns. With resilience and an unexpected ally, she discovers self-worth, defying stereotypes and embracing newfound confidence in herself.

Chapter 1

A Dare to Remember

The college corridor buzzed with excitement as freshers hurried from one class to another, their nervous energy palpable. Among them, Soumya Kapoor walked cautiously, her heart pounding as she tried to avoid unwanted attention. Being one of the curvier girls in a college obsessed with fitness and appearances wasn't easy. It never had been.

Dressed in a fitted black crop top and high-waisted jeans, she exuded confidence on the outside, but inside, she battled the same insecurities that had plagued her for years. She had barely stepped onto the campus when a group of seniors blocked her way.

Bhavya, a final-year student known for her no-nonsense attitude, smirked at her. "New girl, you know the drill, right?"

Soumya hesitated. She had heard about ragging but had hoped to escape it. "Umm... what do you mean?"

Another senior chuckled. "A little task to prove you belong here. You up for it?"

Soumya squared her shoulders. "Depends on what it is."

Bhavya's smirk widened as she pointed across the corridor. "See Rudra Oberoi?"

Soumya followed her gaze, and her breath caught. Rudra Oberoi—tall, effortlessly good-looking, with a physique sculpted from years at the gym. The undisputed heartthrob of the college.

"Your task is simple," Bhavya continued, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Walk up to Rudra and ask him to be your date for the Freshers' Party."

Soumya's stomach twisted. She had been called many things in her life, but bold was never one of them. She knew how people saw her—a girl who didn't fit society's narrow definition of beauty. And now, they were asking her to propose to the most desirable guy on campus?

Bhavya leaned closer, her voice mocking. "What happened? Scared? Or do you think he'll say no because, well..." She gave Soumya an once-over, letting the unspoken words sting. A round of snickers followed.

Something inside Soumya snapped. Maybe it was the taunt. Maybe it was her stubbornness. But if they expected her to back down, they were wrong. Soumya's fists clenched at her sides. She had spent too much of her life letting people define her worth. Maybe it was time to push back.

"Fine," she said, her voice steady. "I'll do it."

The laughter died down as Bhavya blinked, surprised at her confidence. "Well then, let's not waste time. Rudra is in the gym. Go ahead, fresher."

Taking a deep breath, Soumya lifted her chin and stepped forward. Every eye in the corridor turned toward her as she walked, the weight of their stares pressing against her like a tangible force.

With her heart pounding, she walked toward the gym, aware of the seniors trailing behind her, waiting for her humiliation. The doors were open, and there he was—lifting weights, his muscles flexing effortlessly.

She took a deep breath. Just do it. It's just a dare.

"Rudra!" she called, louder than she intended.

He turned, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel, his sharp brown eyes landing on her. "Yeah?"

The seniors snickered behind her, but she ignored them. She swallowed hard, meeting Rudra's gaze. "I need you to be my date for the Freshers' Party."

The hallway fell into dead silence. Someone gasped. Someone else murmured, "Is she serious?"

Even the other guys in the gym stopped to watch, amused. Everyone expected Rudra to laugh, dismiss her, or maybe even humiliate her.

But instead, Rudra tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Okay."

Gasps echoed around them. Bhavya's mouth fell open. The seniors exchanged stunned glances.

Soumya blinked. "Wait—what?"

Rudra chuckled, tossing his towel over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. "You asked, I said yes. That's how this works, right?"

Bhavya's smirk vanished. "Rudra, you don't have to—"

"I don't do things I don't want to," he cut her off smoothly. Then, turning back to Soumya, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just for her. "Pick you up at seven?"

The sheer disbelief on everyone's faces was almost comical. Soumya was too stunned to even react.

The moment he left, the seniors stood frozen, Bhavya's expression shifting from smugness to irritation.

Soumya exhaled slowly. Well, that didn't go as they planned.

And for the first time since entering college, she felt like she had won something.

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To be continued.

Chapter 2

Seeing Herself Through His Eyes

Soumya sat on the edge of her bed, staring at herself in the mirror. The dress she had picked for the Freshers' Party lay discarded beside her. No matter what she wore, she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't enough—not pretty enough, not slim enough, not... enough to be Rudra's date for the evening.

She sighed, running her hands down her arms, her insecurities pressing in on her chest. It wasn't that Rudra had ever made her feel this way—not intentionally. But the world around them did. The passing comments, the subtle comparisons, the way people expected Rudra to choose someone who fit the 'perfect' image. And she... she never had.

It was seven.

A knock on the door startled her.

"Soumya? Why aren't you ready yet?"

She hesitated before opening the door, revealing Rudra in his usual effortless charm—messy hair, casual but stylish clothes, and that easygoing confidence.

"You don't want to go?" he asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he took in her expression.

Soumya tried to smile. "I just—this dress doesn't look good on me."

Rudra frowned, stepping inside and picking up the dress from where it lay discarded on the bed. He held it up, his eyes scanning it before shifting back to her.

"Says who?" he asked.

She shrugged. "The mirror. And common sense."

He scoffed, tossing the dress over his arm as he crouched in front of her. "You know what's really stupid?" His voice was softer now, but firm. "That you think this dress has anything to do with how stunning you are."

Despite herself, she let out a small chuckle. "You're impossible."

"And you're putting on this dress." He stood up, pulling her to her feet. "No arguments."

She huffed but took the dress from his hands. "Fine."

Just then, Rudra's phone buzzed with a call. He glanced at the screen and sighed. "I have to get to the party ASAP. Something urgent came up." He looked at her, hesitant. "Will you come on your own?"

Soumya hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I'll come."

A Night of Whispers

The Freshers' Party was a blur of music, flashing lights, and whispers.

Soumya walked into the venue, her confidence teetering on the edge as people stole glances at her. Dressed in a deep red bodycon dress that hugged her curves, she felt both powerful and vulnerable.

She spotted Rudra near the bar, effortlessly charming a group of seniors. When he saw her, his gaze did a slow, appreciative sweep over her figure before he pushed off the counter and made his way to her.

"Wow," he said, his voice laced with something she couldn't quite place. "You look amazing."

Soumya let out a nervous laugh. "You don't have to say that just because I'm your partner."

Rudra frowned. "I'm saying it because it's true."

She wanted to believe him. But as the night progressed, she couldn't ignore the hushed comments.

"Why would Rudra pick her?"
"Did he lose a bet?"
"She's lucky he even agreed."

By the time the party ended, Soumya felt suffocated. When Rudra walked her to the hostel gate, she finally broke.

"Why did you say yes?" she blurted out.

He blinked. "What?"

"You could've had anyone. Why me?" Her voice cracked. "People think you did this as a joke, Rudra."

His expression darkened. "Do you think I care what people think?"

She looked away. "I don't know..."

Rudra exhaled, then took her hand. "Come with me."

Without waiting for her response, he led her to his car. They drove in silence until they reached his apartment. Once inside, he turned to her.

"You really think I agreed to this on a dare?"

Soumya hesitated. "I just... I know I don't look like the kind of girl guys like you go for."

Rudra swore under his breath. "And what kind of girl do I like, Soumya?"

She wrapped her arms around herself. "Thin. Perfect."

He stepped closer. "And you think you're not perfect?"

She let out a bitter laugh. "Look at me, Rudra."

He did. And then he cupped her face, his touch achingly gentle.

"I have been looking at you, Soumya. Since the day you walked up to me, fearless. Since the day you wore that damn crop top and owned it. Since the day you made me laugh like no one else."

Her breath hitched.

"You keep seeing what you're not," he murmured, tracing her cheek with his thumb. "I see everything that you are."

The way he was looking at her—it made her stomach flutter, made her believe, just for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, she was enough.

"Rudra..." she whispered.

"I got you," he said, pulling her against him.

She didn't know who moved first, but then his lips were on hers—soft, insistent, worshipping. His hands traveled down her sides, not hesitating, not avoiding, but embracing. When his fingers gripped her waist, she shivered, not from doubt but from the way he made her feel—desirable.

And when they finally collapsed onto his bed, tangled in warmth and whispered reassurances, Soumya let go of the voice in her head telling her she wasn't enough.

Because in Rudra's arms, she was everything.

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To be continued.

Chapter 3

Redefining Beauty

Soumya lay beneath Rudra, her breath unsteady, her body humming with warmth. His fingers traced slow patterns on her skin, his gaze never wavering. He wasn't rushing, wasn't demanding. He was simply there—watching her, holding her, making her feel like she was something precious.

But despite the tenderness, doubt still crept in.

She turned her face away. "You don't have to do this, Rudra."

His fingers stilled. "Do what?"

She swallowed hard. "Pretend like this is normal."

His brows furrowed. "Soumya—"

"I know how people see me," she cut him off, sitting up, pulling the sheet around her. "I know I don't look like the kind of girl guys fantasize about." She laughed bitterly. "And I definitely don't look like the girls you usually date."

Rudra sat up too, his jaw tightening. "You think this is a joke to me?"

She didn't answer, just kept her gaze fixed on the floor.

Rudra exhaled sharply before gripping her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Do you know what I fantasize about?"

She blinked. "What?"

"You," he said simply. "The way you laugh when you think no one's watching. The way you bite your lip when you're nervous. The way you walked up to me that day, scared as hell but still doing it anyway." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. "You've been in my head since the moment I met you, Soumya. And I don't want anyone else."

Her heart stuttered.

"But if you need time, I'll wait," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "Because I'm not here for a night. I'm here for you."

A lump formed in her throat. "Why?"

"Because you're real," he whispered. "And you're beautiful. And I'm tired of you thinking you're anything less."

Tears pricked her eyes. No one had ever made her feel this way. No one had ever looked at her like she was worth something—like she was enough just as she was.

She leaned in, pressing her lips against his, soft at first, then deeper, more certain. Rudra responded instantly, pulling her into his arms, holding her like she was his entire world.

And this time, she let herself believe.

The days after the Freshers' Party were a whirlwind for Soumya. Whispers followed her everywhere she went. Some were impressed that she had dared to ask Rudra out. Others were convinced it had all been a joke, a temporary amusement for the college's most desirable guy.

And then there was Bhavya.

It happened in the middle of the college cafeteria. Rudra was sitting with his friends when Bhavya strutted up to him, flipping her hair back like she was in a movie.

"Rudra," she purred, leaning on the table, making sure everyone was watching. "I've been thinking... why don't we just cut to the chase? We'd make the hottest couple in college."

The entire cafeteria went silent. Soumya, who had been walking in with her tray, froze mid-step.

Rudra raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You've been thinking about that, huh?"

Bhavya smirked, completely misreading his tone. "Of course. I mean, be honest, Rudra... how miserable did you feel going to the Freshers' Party with a fatty like Soumya?"

The words rang through the cafeteria like a gunshot.

Soumya felt her heart drop. The blood drained from her face as people turned to look at her, some awkward, some outright smirking. The familiar sting of shame crept in, that old voice in her head whispering, See? This is what they think of you.

But before she could even process the humiliation, Rudra stood up.

The chair scraped against the floor as he moved with purpose. He walked past Bhavya like she didn't exist and stopped right in front of Soumya.

Then, in front of the entire cafeteria, he grabbed her hand.

"I don't feel miserable at all," he said, his voice loud and clear. "In fact, I feel lucky."

Soumya's breath hitched.

He turned back to Bhavya, his expression cold. "You know what's actually miserable? Being so shallow that you think a person's worth is measured by their weight." His grip on Soumya's hand tightened. "Soumya isn't just my Freshers' Party date. She's my girlfriend. And unlike you, I don't judge people based on size. I judge them based on character. Which, by the way, you severely lack."

The cafeteria erupted in gasps and murmurs.

Bhavya's face turned red. "Rudra—"

"Save it," he cut her off sharply. "And don't ever talk about Soumya like that again."

Without another glance at her, Rudra turned back to Soumya. "Come on," he said softly, leading her out of the cafeteria.

She barely registered the way people were staring, whispering. Her head was spinning.

Once they were outside, Rudra turned to her, concern flickering in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Soumya let out a shaky breath. "You... you called me your girlfriend."

He smiled. "That's because you are."

Tears burned her eyes. "You didn't have to do that. Not in front of everyone."

"Yes, I did." He cupped her cheek. "Because I need you to start believing that you're worth it, Soumya. That I want you, just as you are."

Her heart clenched.

For the first time in her life, she wasn't going to let the world tell her what she deserved.

Instead of questioning it, she nodded. "Okay."

Rudra grinned. "Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."

And just like that, for the first time in forever, Soumya felt free.

The Beginning of Confidence

The next few weeks changed everything.

With Rudra by her side, Soumya found herself walking a little taller, speaking a little louder, and believing in herself in ways she never thought possible. When people whispered, she didn't shrink. When she walked past a mirror, she didn't look away.

One day, she caught her reflection and didn't just see a "fat girl" like she always had.

She saw herself.

And she was beautiful.

And she was more than enough.

And Rudra—he had seen it in her from the very beginning.

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The End.

Beautiful story, keep writing

Sounds like an interesting plot. With the society focusing on looks so much, its easy for one to get insecure.

chapter 1

That went so well. Bhavya must be eating her words and choking on them.

Rudra is such a good sport.

chapter 2

So sweet of him to show her how he saw her. To him, she is perfect. What others think is not important.

chapter 3

Bhavya got her payback. She thought she would embarrass Soumya, but she got insulted in front of a full room.