LOVING MY BULLY...(ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

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Prags: I love him…

Pragya’s POV

To my utter surprise, RK suddenly hugged me and whispered, “Thanks, Prags… congrats.” And he left.

I’d only said I loved Abhi to escape RK. I didn’t know what else to say when he asked why I wanted Abhi as my partner. I was damn sure if I told him the truth, I’d die—killed by Abhi’s anger. So, without thinking, I blurted it out.

But RK’s reaction shocked me. “Thanks, Prags… congrats.”
Why did he say that?

Those words kept ringing in my head when Madhu hugged me tight.

“Thanks, Prags! He accepted! He’s going to dance with me. Love you, yaar! So what did you say to him?” she asked, eyes sparkling with excitement and nosy curiosity.

“Nothing, Madhu. I… I just pleaded with him to dance with you because I’m not comfortable with him. And he accepted,” I lied. She hugged me again, said thanks, and ran off, happy.

Then practice started again. The four of us went to the senior and officially switched partners.

Now… time to face hard time.

May God bless you, Pragya, as you enter this very difficult time of loss and despair. (Amen.)

I braced myself—physically and mentally—for the pain Mr. Bully was about to cause. The song began.

(from Vanakkam Chennai)

The track is soft, romantic, and pleading—a promise to hold, not hurt; to stay, not leave:

> “Never wanna see us fighting,
Forget the thunder and lightning,
I’ll hold you till we see the morning light,
Never leave your side…”

And the Tamil verses melt into metaphors of oceans, moons, rings carved from moonlight, and hearts that want to rest in each other. It’s a tender surrender—of pride, of pain.

But the dance?

He twirled me. Pushed me. Held me—too tight.
Every grip was deliberate. Every move, calculated. We hadn’t even decided our steps yet—it was day one. Still, he did everything he could to make me feel embarrassed, uncomfortable, small.

By the end, I was exhausted.

When I was about to leave, Abhi dragged me again.

God!! How does he appear from nowhere every single time I’m alone?!

He fisted a handful of my hair and hissed, “Why the hell did RK hug you there? Are you really trying to seduce wealthy boys?”

That was it. Words stuck in my throat; breathing itself felt like a task.

“I… I… I don’t… know…” I stammered.

“Don’t act innocent. I know you—one of those poor, cunning girls. A leech. Sticking to rich guys and sucking their money.” He looked at me like I was dirt.

“No… I’m not…” I whispered, tears spilling like a broken dam. He tightened his grip on my hair.

“Shut up. I already warned you many times. But you don’t care. Now you’ll face the consequences. You’ll experience hell—while living.”

He shoved me to the ground and walked away.

I broke.

At evening.

After refreshing myself at the hostel, I went straight to the temple. I sat in front of Lord Ganesh and cried.

An old lady with a pooja plate sat beside me. “Why are you crying, beta?”