*MAIRA'S P.O.V*
"What a terrible day it was," Shreya stated, her eyelids drooping and her mouth sagging as we left the college and headed toward my dormitory.
"It wouldn’t have been...if you hadn’t stopped me back there," I replied.
She looked up at me from the corner of her eyes. "You know why I did that, don’t you?"
"I know," I sighed deeply. "But they won’t stop until they get taught a good lesson." It was a fact. People like that find fun in hurting others because they’re just empty inside.
"You’re right...but you don’t always have to be the one to teach those lessons. Let the authorities do their job."
"You’re probably right, but Priya isn’t ready to complain to the authorities."
"That’s okay, then. I’ll do it myself. Don’t get yourself involved in such things." I looked at her in disbelief.
"Are you crazy? No...you’re not doing it, okay? Let’s just forget about it. I won’t interfere in these things, but you keep yourself away from it as well." I looked at her for confirmation, but she just patted my shoulder and smiled warmly.
I crossed my arms and stared at her sternly. "I said you’ll keep yourself out of these things too. Am I clear?"
"Yeah! As you say, ma’am," she said, throwing her hands in the air.
After we both made sure that we weren’t going to stick our noses into other people’s business if they weren’t willing to take help, I headed inside my dorm, and Shreya left. As I got inside my room, I threw my bag to one side and myself onto the bed. "Ufff," I sighed. I took my phone out of my pocket, checking the notifications that popped up and lightened my mood.
Sulu: You alright?
Sulu: Tell me if you feel unsafe.
Sulu: Leave it...I'm coming.
🙄: Me
. No need. Everything is great. : Me
Sulu: You sure? 🧐
. 1000%: Me
Sulu: Let me know if you need something, okay?
. 👍: Me
Sulu: ʘ‿ʘ
Thunder, is she fine? : Me
Sulu: perfectly alright.
╰(*´︶'*)╯ : Me
Her duality is something else, seriously. She’s so caring and loving all day towards me, but during training, she looks like she’s grown horns out of nowhere. Her demeanor changes from a motherly figure to a monster in an instant.
Third Person's POV
In a dimly lit, spacious training room with high ceilings and walls adorned with various weapons, the air is thick with the scent of sweat and the sound of fists hitting heavy bags. In the center of the room, a woman in her mid-30s with a lean, muscular build and a stern expression stands in front of a 15-year-old girl.
The girl, though young, shows determination in her eyes, her fists wrapped in tape as she braces herself for what’s coming. The bodyguard circles her, sharp eyes assessing every movement. She barks orders in a tone that brooks no argument, pushing the girl to her limits. Every mistake is met with immediate correction—a sharp word or a demonstration of the right technique.
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Limits: love & Hate
Roman pour Adolescents"In a world of shadows, she hid her true self, while he buried his emotions deep within. They were both running from the truth, yet unknowingly running toward each other." __________________________________________________________________________ *S...
