...The art of falling in love...( Abhira❤️Armaan)

3.flicker of anger or sadness...

Abhira walked through the crowded hallways, her head down, her thoughts a whirlpool of confusion.

Tanvi approached cautiously after the lecture, her expression a mix of hesitation and concern. “Hey, Abhira, can we talk?” she asked, her voice barely rising above the clamor around them. Abhira raised her gaze for just a moment, catching the sincerity in Tanvi’s eyes,

Tanvi’s heart sank at the dismissal. “ I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m really sorry,". I shouldn’t have listened to them,” she insisted softly,

Finally, she replied, “It’s okay, Tanvi, I know AARRC told you to call me in the storeroom. I’m fine.”

AARRC, observing from a distance, exchanged worried glances. They had expected some reaction, a flicker of anger or sadness, anything but this profound silence that surrounded Abhira like a dense fog.

Armaan furrowed his brows, the weight of guilt settling heavily on his shoulders. "Why is she not reacting?” he thought, dread creeping into his heart. “What if something had truly gone wrong?”

Unable to contain himself any longer, he spoke up, “Guys, we’ve done nothing but hurt her. She fainted last evening—because of us! We should just...give her space.” His voice was a mix of resolution and despair, a flicker of hope choking on the ash of their actions.

Roohi and the others looked at him in surprise, the reality of their choices sinking like stones in water.

“We’ve already messed this up,” he continued, his voice rising slightly. “Let’s stop now and let her be.”

The group stood in silence, the echo of his words stretching into a heavy quiet.

The sound of textbooks hitting desks and students gossiping filled the classroom, but an undercurrent of tension loomed larger than the laughter. Abhira sat at her desk, concentrating on her notes,  The AARRC Group,made their grand entrance.

Armaan, strode in with a swagger, his eyes scanning the room with a predatory gleam. He spotted their teacher, Mr. Kabir Bansal, who was mid-explanation, and the moment seemed to freeze. Before anyone could react, Armaan marched toward him and, without a hint of hesitation, grabbed Kabir by his collar, shocking the class into silence.

Abhira's heart raced as she processed the unfolding chaos. Anger bubbled up within her, igniting a spark of rebellion against the injustice playing out before her eyes. Without thinking, she shot to her feet. “Armaan! What do you think you’re doing?” she yelled, her voice steady, despite the tremor in her hands. “We have to respect our teachers!”

Armaan turned his gaze toward her, disdain etched across his features. “Stay out of this, Abhira,” he snapped, shaking her off like a swatted fly. A surge of frustration bubbled within her, leading to an impulsive decision that would change everything. In a moment of bravery—or foolishness—she pushed him hard, catching him off guard.

The unexpected force sent Armaan stumbling back, crashing into a desk with a dull thud that echoed across the room. The classroom collectively gasped, tension thickening the air, as all eyes bore down on the scene unfolding before them.

Roohi, forward, a slap poised on her hand, fury igniting in her eyes for Abhira’s insolence. But Armaan's voice boomed through the chaos, halting her. “No, Roohi!” He sounded both furious and bewildered, his brows furrowing as he assessed the situation.

Armaan glowered up at Abhira, his expression a tumult of surprise and simmering fury. “Rohit! Aryan!” he barked, his voice heavy with authority. “You two! Take him to the principal’s office.

Armaan's hand shot out, grabbing Abhira's  wrist in a grip that felt painfully aggressive. She yanked her arm back, eyes wide with indignation. “Where do you think you’re taking me?” she shouted, both defiance and fear dancing in her voice. “You think you’re king here? We’re not your servants! I’m not someone who will just accept your orders.”

He leaned in closer, his expression darkening as he backed her into the shadowy corner of the storeroom just off the classroom. "You want to know what 'forcibly' means?" he hissed, gripping her shoulders and pressing her against the wall. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a mix of anger and something she couldn’t quite define.

As he leaned closer, his lips nearing her neck, a chill ran down her spine. Panic surged within her. "Stop! Let me go!" she cried, but his face was unreadable. When he finally made his way to her lips, something in her eyes—perhaps the desperation, or the tears beginning to form—seemed to halt him in his tracks.

He ceased his advance abruptly, taking a step back, his breath ragged and conflicted. "Don’t you dare interfere in my matters again," he warned, voice low and dangerous. He let go of her, and in a swirl of frustration and confusion, left her standing alone, the echo of his presence suffocating the room.

Abhira sank to the floor, heart racing and confusion washing over her. What had just happened? Was this power, or was it something darker? 

But she refused to be a pawn in someone else's game. With a determined breath, she stood up, wiping her tears away, resolved to fight back while seeking justice, not just for herself, but for every student who dared to stand against tyranny. The battle against the AARRC Group had just begun.
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