Vansh Pov:
I am in Higher Value International School. Everything is new—new class, new classmates. (I'm not interested in them, of course.) I'm the boy who hates meeting new people. No, wait—I'm the boy who hates people. It's not because I love to hate people; it's because of their mentality. They love to judge others based on anything and everything.
But… but…
When I entered the classroom, my eyes met hers. Eyes as black as soot—like the remnants of a raging fire, like dying embers. When I looked into her eyes, it felt as if I was staring into the darkest void of space. Something about this girl is strange. She seems like an open book, an extrovert—but no. She's a mystery book. An open book with blank white pages. It's like things are written on her, but they'll only become visible if you burn the pages.
Something about her is pulling me toward her.
Damn, I hate this feeling. This can't be happening. My mother always said, "If you give power to your heart, it will lead you to happiness." But my father always told me, "If you listen to your brain, you will conquer the world." And I only want the world.I am fire—and I will burn the world and conquer it one day.