Glory - A Passion's Symphony |18+

36. You're a murderer.

Somethin' about him is made for somebody like me
Baby, come over, come over (over)
And God knows I'm tryin', but there's just no use in denying
The boy is mine
I can't wait to try him
Le-let's get intertwined
The stars, they aligned
The boy is mine
Watch me take my time
I can't believe my mind
The boy is divine
Boy is mine...

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Siya

I had just reached the college canteen and was waiting for Tasha when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head around and saw that it was no one else but Tasha.

She bent down a little from behind, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. In an excited voice, she exclaimed, “Wow, look at you! You’ve totally rocked your first day!”

Her voice was bubbling with happiness, and the way she hugged me made her excitement even more obvious.

“Tasha, what happened? Why are you so happy?” I asked, grabbing her hands and pulling her to sit in front of me.

“Do you even know who you messed with? On your first day?” Instead of answering my question, she threw one right back at me.

I had no clue what she was talking about, but it was pretty clear she was referring to that incident earlier.

Without hesitation, I responded, “Nope. Who was that idiot?” I rolled my eyes as I said it, trying to act as casual as possible despite the curiosity bubbling inside me.

"Siya, that guy isn’t just anyone. He’s the son of a very wealthy man. Do you know everyone is scared of him? No one dares to mess with him, let alone think about it. But you, on your first day, did something amazing.” Tasha whispered all this, her voice so low that it didn’t travel beyond our table.

Hearing her, I shot back at her angrily, “Are you crazy, Tasha? If he’s that dangerous, you should be worried for me, not excited that I picked a fight with him. He’s definitely going to come after me to get back for the insult.”

“What are you even saying, Siya?” Tasha scolded me, her tone suddenly stern.

“What do you mean, what am I saying?” I replied, frustrated.

“Girl, why do you always forget? You’re not just a college student, you’re the wife of the richest man in this country. The wife of a man who would take down a thousand guys like him for you.” This time, her voice was softer, trying to make me understand.

Hearing her words, it hit me. I really didn’t need to be scared. But if Ryan finds out about anything that happened today, he might just show up here, and that’s the last thing I want. This is my college, and I came here to study. The more peaceful and focused I stay, the better.

As I was still deep in thought, Tasha placed her hand on mine and, lifting her eyebrows, asked with concern, “What’s wrong? Where did you drift off to?”

“Nothing, nowhere.” I shook it off and quickly added, “But listen, Tasha, whatever happens here anything, I mean Ryan cannot find out. Understood?” I stressed the last part firmly, making sure she understood just how serious I was.

"Fine, he won't hear anything from me. But if he finds out from someone else, it’s not my fault," she said, smirking slightly.

Hearing that, I playfully slapped her arm and said, "How would he find out from someone else? You're the only one here who knows, apart from me." My tone was firm, trying to make her understand, while my expression softened, showing a hint of worry.