Bad Idea

He doesn't look like the kind of person you accidentally notice. He looks like the kind you're told about before you ever see him.

"Rathore hai," someone had said once, like that was enough.

And it was.

Vihaan Rathore stands like he belongs-like the space adjusts for him, not the other way around. White kurta, sleeves slightly folded, nothing flashy, but still... noticeable. Not because he's trying. That's the problem. He doesn't try, and still people look.

Tall. Too tall. Annoyingly so.

I shouldn't be noticing that.

His face isn't expressive. Not cold, not warm. Just... composed. Like he knows exactly how much of himself to show. Nothing more. His eyes don't move around much either. When he looks at something-or someone-it feels deliberate.

"Stay away from that side of campus," Priu had warned. "Too much going on."

I didn't ask what she meant.

I already knew the type.

There's something about him that doesn't sit right with me. Maybe it's the name. Maybe it's the way people lower their voices around him. Or maybe it's just instinct.

Either way, I don't plan on getting involved.

Some things are better observed from a distance.

Tropes:
introvert × ambivert
college politics
politician's son
loner x public figure
observer x speaker
unspoken understanding
city college life

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