Abhaya
- LETTURE 381
- Voti 40
- Parti 67
The name Abhaya Rathore was a perfect fit for the life she led: utterly fearless. Armed with a self-sufficient drive and an intellect that burned bright, Abhaya didn't just enroll in the engineering college-she arrived to claim her space. She walked through the crowded gates not with a freshman's hesitation, but with the composed stride of someone who already knew every challenge on the horizon and was eager to meet it.
A final-year BBA student, Devansh was a walking advertisement for wealth, his arrogant confidence honed by a lifetime of getting what he wanted. His intelligence was undeniable-sharp, calculating, and ruthless-but it was wrapped entirely in the entitlement of a spoiled rich kid. He saw the world, and the college, as his personal domain, existing primarily to serve his ambition.
For Devansh, success wasn't earned; it was simply expected. He viewed every challenge as beneath him and every person as a tool or an obstacle. As he cruised through his final year, basking in the effortless prestige his name commanded, he was about to discover that the arrival of someone truly self-sufficient and utterly fearless might be the one thing his gilded world wasn't prepared for.
"She builds her own future. He only buys his."
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