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The sun was scorching over the crowded college grounds, but the usual buzz of chatter had turned into silence.
Students stood in small groups, whispering nervously, their eyes glued to the same spot.
Vijay Raghavan stood there, his jaw tight, his piercing eyes glaring down at a boy crumpled on the ground.
The boy was clutching his stomach, wincing in pain. Vijay's fist dripped with blood, not his own but from the guy's split lip.
Vijay took a threatening step forward, his shoes crunching on the gravel.
"You think you can talk back to me?" Vijay's deep voice cut through the air like a blade.
His tone was calm, almost eerie, but his rage was unmistakable.
"N-no, Vijay anna... I-I didn't mean-" the boy stammered, trembling as he tried to crawl backward.
"Shut up!" Vijay barked.
He grabbed the boy's collar and yanked him up, his muscles flexing under his fitted black shirt.
"You thought it was funny to spread lies about me? Say one more word, and I'll make sure you don't step foot in this college again."
The boy's sobs filled the silence. Around them, no one dared to interfere.
Vijay was infamous. Everyone knew better than to cross him.
His father, MLA Raghavan, was a powerful politician, and Vijay had a reputation for using his father's influence to do as he pleased.
"Vijay, enough!" a lecturer finally mustered the courage to speak. He stood at a distance, clearly frightened but trying to act brave.
"This is too much. Let him go!"
Vijay shot the lecturer a cold, dismissive look, making him shrink back.
Without another word, Vijay shoved the boy to the ground and walked away, his tall figure radiating authority.
The crowd parted for him like waves in the ocean, no one wanting to be in his path.
Later that evening, Vijay enters into his lavish home, his shirt slightly wrinkled, his knuckles still stained with traces of dried blood.
The house was a grand villa, with polished marble floors and walls adorned with expensive artwork.
"Vijay!" a thunderous voice roared from the living room.
Vijay stopped in his tracks, his usual confidence faltering for a second.
He turned to see his father, Raghavan, seated on the grand leather sofa. His face was red with anger, and his fists were clenched on the armrests.
"Yes, appa?" Vijay asked, trying to sound indifferent as he walked closer.
Raghavan slammed a newspaper onto the coffee table.
"Do you see this? Another complaint about you! You beat up a student in broad daylight, in front of the entire college! How many times have I told you to control yourself?"
Vijay shrugged, slumping into an armchair.
"He deserved it. He was spreading lies about me."
Raghavan's eyes narrowed.
"And you think violence is the solution? Do you have any idea how this affects me? People are calling me, saying I'm raising a hooligan! Is this how you repay me after everything I've done for you?"
