College Hallway -
The air turned suffocating as Raahithya Agarwal strode into the room, his presence commanding absolute silence. Flanked by his bodyguards and senior college authorities, he exuded an aura of unchecked power.
His voice, calm yet deadly, sliced through the space like a whip.
"Who the f* do you think you are-to lay a hand on my girl?"**
Roy's smirk evaporated. The confidence he had moments ago crumbled under the weight of Raahithya's piercing gaze.
Aishwarya stepped forward, fury flashing in her eyes. "I told you-I'm not yours!"
Raahithya ignored her. His focus remained on the cowering Roy.
"Teach them what happens when someone touches what's mine."
The words had barely left his lips before his men moved. A sickening crack echoed through the hallway as Roy and his gang collapsed under the brutal assault. The once-amused spectators recoiled in fear.
Through it all, Raahithya didn't flinch. His focus shifted to Aishwarya, and in one swift movement, he grabbed her wrist, yanking her forward.
His breath ghosted over her skin. "I told you to come to my bungalow. Why didn't you?"
She shoved at his chest. "Why the hell would I? I already filed a complaint against you!"
His lips curved into a smirk that sent chills down her spine.
"And you think that will stop me? How adorable."
Her pulse quickened, but she stood her ground. "I will never go with you."
His smirk widened. "We'll see about that."
Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly over his shoulder. She screamed, fists pounding against his back, legs kicking.
It was useless.
Just then, Rachel burst forward, eyes wide with panic.
"Put her down, Raahithya!" she yelled, rushing to block his path.
Before she could reach him, Veer stepped in, gently but firmly stopping her.
"Rachel," he said softly, "I know you care about her, but this isn't your fight."
Rachel's eyes burned with frustration, her fists clenched. "She's my friend!"
Veer's expression was unreadable, but his grip remained steady. "And she's his."
Rachel flinched at the finality in his voice.
Before she could argue, Raahithya had already carried Aish away.
And nobody dared to stop him.
---
In the Car
Aishwarya sat stiffly, staring at the luxurious interior.
Aishwarya (thoughts): This is my dream car... Who the hell is this man? He has money, power, good looks... No! Shut up, Aishwarya! Stop thinking nonsense!
Raahithya, watching her through the mirror, smirked.
*Door opens
Raahithya: "That guy from earlier-Roy. He likes you."
She didn't respond.
He leaned closer, voice dangerously smooth. "Do you like him too?"
Her gaze snapped to his, cold and unyielding. "That has nothing to do with you."
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
His fingers curled around her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Nothing to do with me?" His voice dropped to a murmur, lethal in its quiet intensity. "Let me remind you who you belong to."
Before she could react, his lips crashed against hers.
Aishwarya gasped, struggling, her nails digging into his arm. Then-she bit down. Hard.
Raahithya pulled back, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. Blood touched his tongue. He licked it away, eyes burning with something primal.
The car door suddenly opened.
Veer stood there, clearly uncomfortable. "Uh... should I come back later, sir?"
Aishwarya wiped her lips, disgusted. "Just say what you need to."
Veer hesitated. "Sir, we have a problem.
They went out of the car
The guys we sent after those who cross you... they're after Aishwarya. I tried calling them off, but they won't answer."
Raahithya's expression darkened. The smirk vanished. His fingers curled into a tight fist.
"You know how dangerous they are for her." His voice was low, lethal.
Veer swallowed hard. "But she's with you, so she's safe, right?"
Raahithya nodded slowly, turning back toward the car.
The door was open.
Aishwarya was gone.
His breath hitched. Then, his jaw tightened.
"F*! Find her. NOW!"**
---
Scene: The Warehouse - A Nightmare Unfolds
Pain.
It was the first thing Aishwarya registered as she woke up.
Her wrists were bound. Her mouth gagged.
A sharp kick to her ribs made her gasp. She curled in on herself, trembling.
A rough hand yanked her up by the hair.
The gang leader grinned. "Filing a complaint against Raahithya Agarwal? That was a mistake, sweetheart."
Another punch.
She coughed, pain blooming in her chest. Her vision blurred.
A steel rod gleamed under the dim warehouse lights. One of them raised it high-ready to strike.
Then-
BANG!
The door slammed open.
Raahithya stood there.
His face was carved in fury, his jaw locked so tight it could break.
Before anyone could react, he moved.
The first man barely had time to blink before Raahithya's fist collided with his jaw, sending him crashing to the floor.
The gang leader stumbled back. "W-We did what he asked! Why is he-"
Raahithya didn't care.
One by one, his men tore through them like predators, leaving only destruction.
Aishwarya swayed, vision dimming.
The last thing she saw before her world faded to black-
Raahithya catching her before she hit the ground.
Something inside him cracked.
He had seen blood, pain, violence-but seeing her like this?
It broke him.
He lifted her into his arms.
"Make them pay for ignoring my calls." His voice was cold as death.
Then, without another word, he carried her out.
---
The Hospital -
The doctor sighed as he removed his gloves.
"She's unconscious due to exhaustion, internal injuries... and she's also on her period."
Raahithya's hands clenched at his sides.
Then-his fist slammed into the table beside him. The impact left a dent.
The doctor flinched but continued. "That's not all. She has a fracture in her left wrist. It's not too severe, but it's not minor either. She'll need to wear a cast and avoid strain for at least a month."
Raahithya's entire body tensed. His grip on the chair tightened, knuckles turning white.
A fracture.
Those bastards had hurt her so badly they broke her.
Something inside him snapped.
His breathing slowed, turning dangerously even-the kind of stillness that preceded a storm.
Veer noticed it first and subtly took a step back, recognizing the silent rage building in his boss.
The doctor cleared his throat, oblivious to the chaos brewing in Raahithya's mind. "She also has some vitamin deficiencies. She needs proper rest, good food, and-"
Raahithya wasn't listening anymore.
His gaze was fixed on Aishwarya-her pale face, the splint on her delicate wrist, the bruises marring her skin.
She looked so small, so fragile.
For the first time, Raahithya Agarwal-the man feared by everyone-looked utterly powerless.
And he hated it.
Aishwarya lay unconscious, completely unaware of the war raging in his chest.
[He had never cared about anyone before.
So why the hell was his heart racing?
And why, despite everything-was he terrified of losing her?]