Chapter 3 – The Untouchable Aarav Kapoor
The sky was still overcast from last night’s rain, the streets slick with water reflecting a dreary gray sky. I rolled my eyes as I glanced at my phone—Aria’s text: “Don’t be late today! The whole college is buzzing because Aarav Kapoor is back.”
Aarav Kapoor. A name that had grown to near-mythical status on campus. I’d heard rumors about him before—senior, son of an influential businessman, and the epitome of danger wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit. Girls whispered his name like a secret they wanted to keep but couldn't help sharing. Boys tried and failed to match his charisma. But I didn’t care much for the hype.
Or at least, I told myself I didn’t.
I threw my bag over my shoulder and hurried to the lecture hall. Aria was waiting by the entrance, her eyes wide with excitement.
“You’re late,” she hissed, tugging my arm. “You missed the grand entrance.”
“The grand what?” I snorted, brushing past her into the hallway, which was unusually noisy for a weekday morning.
“You’ll see,” Aria said with a sly grin, trailing behind me.
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As soon as we entered the main hallway, I felt it—the shift in energy. Students were either whispering, gawking, or rushing in hopes of catching a glimpse of him. The air was thick with excitement, tension, and maybe a little bit of fear.
“That’s Aarav Kapoor?” I muttered under my breath as the crowd parted slightly, giving me my first real look at the man causing the chaos.
He stood at the end of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall, talking to another senior. His presence was magnetic, as if the world bent slightly toward him. Jet-black hair swept carelessly to the side, sharp jawline, and dark, brooding eyes that seemed to carry a thousand untold stories. A tattoo peeked from beneath the sleeve of his black shirt, giving just the right hint of rebellion.
Girls giggled in clusters nearby, hoping for his glance, while guys watched him with a mix of admiration and envy. Every movement he made was deliberate—like he knew the effect he had on people and enjoyed it.
“Yup, that’s him,” Aria whispered, her voice dripping with awe. “The Aarav Kapoor.”
“Looks like the guy stepped out of a Netflix thriller,” I mumbled, trying to sound unimpressed, but something about him made my heart race. I hated it.
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