SHIDDAT: A Tale Of Passion And Devotion

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|| 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 ||

As I strode down the corridor, I was confronted with a disturbing scene: my classmates were harassing a freshman again.

Their behavior was utterly deplorable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of indignation and frustration. It was appalling that they still hadn't learned to respect others' boundaries.

"Not again!" I muttered to myself, my anger boiling over.

"How can someone stoop so low, knowing the law is against such behavior?" I took a deep breath, mustering the courage to intervene, and approached them.

I arrived just in time to see a terrified girl crumple to the ground, her- belongings scattered around her. She looked utterly petrified. Then, I saw a boy preparing to humiliate her further by pouring water on her.

Without hesitation, I reacted, grabbed a nearby glass of water and flung it at his face. He sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury, and began to approach me. His intense gaze mirrored the anger I felt towards him.

"What the hell-?" he snarled, taking a few menacing steps closer.

"You should be grateful I only threw water at you," I retorted, my voice loud and firm. "A bully like you deserves a lot worse. You should be thanking me for showing restraint."

My words hung in the air, and for a moment, we locked eyes, our anger and defiance palpable. The next thing I knew, a crowd was gathering around us, sensing a confrontation brewing.

He thinks, he would gain some sort of notoriety after that?

I highly doubt it — such a fucking Bastard with a shitty thinking and the other students who stood by silently, witnessing this harassment, were equally culpable.

Not a single person had the courage to intervene and put an end to the harassment. It was disheartening to realize that these bystanders would likely remain passive spectators in the face of future injustices.

When they fail to act against wrongdoing right before their eyes, it’s hard to envision them making a positive impact in the future.

But I couldn’t turn a blind eye to what was happening. This wasn’t the first time I had witnessed such behavior; I had intervened before, yet the university authorities consistently failed to take any decisive action— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍?

The university administration always found a way to sweep these incidents under the rug, citing a lack of concrete evidence. However, we all knew the truth—the perpetrator’s father is the university president! I had been fortunate enough to avoid suspension twice before, but this time, I refused to back down. I was fed up with the favoritism and the cover-ups. It was time for someone to speak out and demand justice, even if it meant standing up against the powerful elite.

"Back off, dude! It's my life, my choice. I can do what I want. Who the hell are you to lecture me? Your nosing around is none of your business!" he growled, his finger pointed accusingly at me.

"What you just did, is tantamount to asking for trouble! It's like you have a death wish!" He added

I grabbed his finger and gave it a twist as he quickly pulled his hand back, wincing in pain "Are you implying that I don't value my own life? That's a pretty bold assumption to make. Let me make one thing clear: I'm not afraid of you or your threats. I'm standing up for what's right, and I won't back down" I said, my tone firm but controlled.