Wild Falcon Desire

Fractured Hearts

Next Morning

Sanna rushed into the college, breathless, with her shoes untied and hair a mess. She spotted Punit casually munching on a sandwich.

Sanna (gasping): "Why didn’t you wake me up?! I’m late!"

Punit (shrugging): "I texted you, but then I got hungry. Priorities."

Sanna groaned. "Dracula Mam is going to eat me alive today."

Punit (grinning): "Good luck! You’re her favorite snack."

With a forced smile, Sanna walked into the college building, trying to maintain her usual confident stride. But inside, she felt anything but strong. Her heart was heavy, weighed down by the betrayal she had discovered. She tried to push it all aside and focus on her classes, but every corner of the campus reminded her of Keyan. The classroom was no different; it used to be a place of comfort, surrounded by friends, but today it felt suffocating.

As she sat in her usual seat, trying to immerse herself in the lecture, the door burst open, and Keyan walked in. The room fell silent, the professor pausing mid-sentence, eyes narrowing at the interruption. But Keyan didn't care; his eyes were locked on Sanna.

"Sanna, we need to talk," he said, his tone urgent.

Sanna's grip tightened on her pen, but she kept her eyes on the notebook in front of her, ignoring him. "I have nothing to say to you, Keyan. Go away."

Keyan's frustration grew. "Sanna, please. This is important," he insisted, his voice louder now, causing a few students to exchange curious glances.

Sanna didn't budge. "I'm in the middle of a class, Keyan. Leave me alone."

Ignoring her resistance, Keyan grabbed her arm, pulling her up from her seat. "I said, come with me," he demanded, his voice low but forceful.

Sanna yanked her arm back, glaring at him. "Let go of me!" she snapped, her voice sharp with anger.

But Keyan didn't listen. He was determined to talk to her, to explain himself, so he dragged her out of the classroom. The professor's protests went unheard as they left, the door slamming shut behind them. Ankit, who had been watching the scene unfold with growing concern, felt his blood boil. He couldn't just sit by and do nothing. He stood up, his eyes narrowing, and followed them outside.

Outside the Classroom

"Leave my hand, you bastard! Just fucking leave me!" Sanna's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt. "I don't want to talk to you, I don't even want to see your face!"

Keyan finally stopped when they reached an isolated spot on campus, away from the prying eyes of their classmates. He released Sanna's arm, and she immediately recoiled, stepping back with a look of disgust on her face.

Keyan's expression softened, trying to calm her down. "Sanna, please... just listen to me. It's not what you think."

But Sanna was far from calm. "Not what I think? Really, Keyan? Then why don't you enlighten me! Explain to me why you did what you did!"

He could see the tears welling up in her eyes, the pain she was trying so hard to hide. Desperate to make her listen, to make her understand, he did the only thing that came to his mind he pulled her into a kiss, trying to silence her doubts with his touch.

But in Sanna's mind, it only made things worse. Does he really think this will solve everything? That I'll just forgive him because he kissed me? The thoughts ran wild in her head. Does he think I'm some kind of fool who can be manipulated with a kiss? Her anger only deepened, twisting into something darker. Maybe Ankit was right... Maybe Keyan only wanted me for my body. If he truly cared, he would have explained everything by now. But instead, he's trying to control me with his touch...