LOVING MY BULLY...(ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

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Prags POV.

He slammed both hands against the lockers, trapping me between his arms. The sound echoed through the hallway like a gunshot. His eyes—those jet-black, furious eyes—bored into mine with such intensity that my breath stuttered in my chest. I instinctively tried to wriggle out of his iron cage, but he slammed his left palm on the locker again. The sharp bang froze me on the spot.

“What’s your name?” His tone wasn’t a question—it was a demand. Each word cut through the silence like a knife.

My throat tightened. Words refused to leave me. Fear coiled around me like a snake. His brows knitted tighter as my silence stretched.

“What the hell is your name?” he barked, his voice rising with enough fury to make me flinch.

“I–I’m Pra…Pragya…” I stuttered, mentally cursing myself. Great. I sound like a malfunctioning robot in front of this beast.

But hearing my name didn’t calm him—no, it made him angrier. His fist slammed into the locker again, making me jump. Are his hands made of steel or what?!

Before I could think, his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking it back. Pain shot through my scalp, and I opened my mouth to scream, but he pressed his finger against my lips.

“Shh. Don’t you dare scream,” he whispered, his voice dangerously calm, his face leaning close enough for me to see the fire in his eyes. A tear slipped down my cheek, but that only made his grip tighten.

“Hereafter, don’t show me your ugly face. Don’t talk to me with that stuttering voice. And most importantly—don’t you dare tell anyone about this. Or else…” His tone dropped to something dark, something that made my skin crawl. “…the consequences will be worse than this. Got it?”

I nodded frantically, and in the next second, he shoved me away. My back hit the floor, and he walked off without a second glance, leaving me crumpled and shaking.

I sat there for a moment, sobbing silently. What did I even do? I just… breathed! After cursing both my luck and that beast, I dragged myself to the washroom, splashing cold water over my face again and again—trying to erase the burn of his grip, but failing. Each splash only made my tears fall faster.

By the time I calmed down enough to breathe, I returned to class. At the doorway, I found Bulbul and Madhu waiting, concern written across their faces.

“What happened, Prags? Why are you late?” Bulbul asked, tilting her head.

I swallowed hard. “N-Nothing! I just… went to the washroom,” I muttered, forcing a weak smile.

Madhu’s eyes softened with worry. “Are you sure? You seem… off.”

“I’m fine. Really,” I lied, just as the bell rang, sparing me further questions. We hurried inside.

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Lunch Break

After three back-to-back classes, the three of us headed to the canteen. I had brought my lunch from the hostel mess—I didn’t want to waste money—but Bulbul and Madhu were buying theirs.

And that’s when I saw him.
Abhi. Standing at the counter with Purab and RK.

I froze mid-step, my stomach twisting.

“Hey, Prags! Why’d you stop?” Madhu asked, confused. “Come on, I’m starving.”

“No! I mean… I’ll go sit at a table. You two buy your food. I’ll… wait there,” I blurted out.