Chapter 2: You Belong To Me Now
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I thought Vyan Singh Rathore would forget me by morning.
I was wrong. Dead wrong.
Next day, I walked into Economics class and froze. My seat was occupied. By him.
Vyan sat in MY broken plastic chair, long legs stretched out, surrounded by his gang. The real students were crammed in corners. The professor was pretending not to see.
"Miss Sharma," Vyan drawled my name like an insult. "You're late."
"That's my seat," I whispered.
He stood up slowly. 6'2 of pure menace in a black shirt. "Wrong. Everything in this college is mine. Including you."
The class gasped. Professor Gupta suddenly found his attendance register very interesting.
"I'm not your property," I said, louder than I felt.
Vyan stepped closer. Too close. I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. Could smell his cologne again. Danger and something else. Something that made my stomach flip.
"You slapped me, Niya," he said softly. "In front of everyone. You challenged me."
"I won't apologize."
His lips curved. Not a smile. A warning. "Good. I don't want your apology."
He grabbed my wrist. His grip was iron. Not hurting, but unbreakable. "I want your fear. Your tears. Your surrender."
"Never," I hissed.
"Shall we test that?" He pulled me toward the door.
"Professor!" I called out desperately.
Professor Gupta didn't look up. "C-class dismissed early today."
Coward.
Vyan dragged me into the empty hallway. Slammed me against the lockers. The metal was cold against my back. He was hot. Too hot.
"You think this is a game?" His voice was low, dangerous. His body caged me in.
"I think you're a spoiled brat who—"
His hand clamped over my mouth. His eyes blazed. "Careful, village girl. I might decide to teach you manners with my mouth instead of my hand."
My heart stopped.
"Last warning," he breathed against my ear. "Stay away from me. Or next time, I won't let you go."
He released me suddenly and walked away.
My legs gave out. I slid down the lockers, shaking.
But the worst part?
When he touched me... I didn't just feel fear.
I felt something else. Something dark. Something wrong.
And Vyan Singh Rathore saw it in my eyes.
Game on, he mouthed before disappearing around the corner.
I was in trouble. Deep, dark, dangerous trouble.
A/N: Omg Vyan is UNHINGED! Should Niya run or fight back? Vote if you're team Vyan 😈 Add to library for more! #Vote#
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