𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 💌

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अखियाँ दे खोल, रह जाणे दे
कहना है जो, कह जाणे दे...❤️

~Chirag

Third person's pov.

Chirag entered the university wearing his casual
He recently got to know from his secretary that
juniors of the university facing intense ragging and nobody in the premises is doing anything regardless of their complaints.

And even those innocent who, with some courage complained about them, are found in hospitals the next day. In critical conditions.

His Father is the trustee of the university. But he can't do anything without some solid proof despite owning all the power in his hands. So, here he was in disguise as a student to know what the actual brutality was performing.

He entered the corridor and heard loud shoutings or Cheerings of students. He moved further and found a boy and a girl was seized by a few people. There was a girl surrounded by a group of students, possibly the raggers,they were shouting at her ,calling her names, even using physical violence. Some of them were laughing at them while some were recording the scene unfolding.

One of the girls snatches her spectacle and throws away, making its glass shatter. One boy was video recording , jumping around her , touching her badly. One of the girls pushed her towards her glasses, giggling mocking sympathetically. She collapsed on the ground, not able to see anything clearly.

"STOP IT YOU BLODDY SENIOR." The girl who was hostaged shouted, thrashing her hands, trying to move away wanting to help her friend.

The boy who was standing there folded hands on his chest , leaning on the wall with an ugly smirk, and came forward, glaring at her. He raised his hand in order to slap her, but his hand was stopped in the mid-air.

Chirag: Doesn't your father teach you that 'men don't raise hands on females'.

Boy:YOU--

He couldn't speak further as Chirag punched him hard on his face, knocking him out in a single throw. He fell on the ground with a thud and a profusely bleeding nose.

Chirag: Get it. Maybe you're not a man. Pity you

He mumbled loud enough to hear everyone, looking at his unconscious figure in disdain.

He turned around, his eyes turning dark, which was enough to let those caked face girls freed the girl with a scared look. He blinked his eyes as she nodded his head with a surprise, shocked and a bit of admiration. As he was the first person who dared to raise his hand against him.

Chirag: You want one, too?

He asked with a raised brow enough to back away, leaving the boy they were holding.

The duo marched towards the girl who was now leaning on the wall,crouching down, holding her head with a painful expression.

Girl:Hey Deepu, look up.Don't close your eyes. Look, we are here.

Boy: Girl, hey Deepika--

Chirag walked towards them with a tensed heart, but his face was expressionless. The boy, perhaps her other friend, sprinkled water on her face, tapping her cheek softly.

Chirag fealt a sudden uneasiness in his chest. Well, his eyes fell on the petite girl lying there, barely conscious. He doesn't know why, but he feels an unknown emotion rushing through his veins, looking at her paled bruised face. Fear.