#BOOK 1 in #His Obsession Series
"If I see even a pair of eyes on her, be it a student, professor or principal. Mind my words he/she will not see the next second of their life and I will make sure to make his/her existence of living vanish in the ai...
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Flashback starts:
It all happened so fast.
I was walking through the campus, trying to mind my own business, when I heard the snickering behind me. I ignored it at first—people always whispered about me—but then I caught the words. Words that made my blood boil.
"Ranveer, man. I heard your mom ran away with some filthy rich guy. Such a Gold digger Bitch!"
[Kutta tu pitna hi chahiye😡]
The new guy said it with a grin, as if he had any idea what he was talking about. He didn't know me. He didn't know what those words meant to me, the fire they'd ignite.
The other guy, realizing the mistake, immediately tried to stop him. "Dude, don't. You don't know who he is."
But it was too late.
I saw red.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I turned around and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. The shock in his eyes was nothing compared to the rage burning in mine.
"How dare you?" I growled, my voice low, barely controlled. "How dare you call her a bitch."
I didn't give him a chance to explain or backtrack. My fist connected with his jaw before he even registered what was happening. He stumbled back, but I wasn't done. I needed to release the fury inside me, the anger I'd been bottling up for years. And this idiot was the unlucky target.
I punched him again, and again. He fell to the ground, but I didn't stop. I was consumed, lost in the rage, in the humiliation of hearing that my mother—my mother—was nothing more than gossip to these fools.
A crowd had gathered, but no one dared step in. They were too scared, and I didn't care. Let them watch.
The guy tried to fight back, throwing a weak punch, but it barely grazed me. I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to his knees. His groans of pain didn't reach me. All I could think about was how people like him would never stop unless I made them.
I heard footsteps, people murmuring, but it wasn't until someone grabbed my arm that I snapped back to reality.
"Ranveer! Stop!" someone shouted, but it was like I was underwater, hearing their voice from far away.
I yanked my arm away and stood over the guy, panting, my chest heaving from the adrenaline. Blood dripped from my knuckles, and I realized I'd split my own lip at some point during the fight. The guy was on the ground, gasping, a mix of fear and pain etched on his face.
"Don't you ever speak about her again," I spat, my voice deadly calm. "Or next time, I won't stop."
I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling the sting of the cuts on my wrists. I knew I'd taken it too far. But I didn't care.
