Boundless Obsession

CHAPTER : 4 Day 2: The Interest Due

Chapter: 4

Series: Boundless Obsession

By: NIYA

Next Morning. 7:58 AM. St. Xavier's Gate.

Niya's hands were trembling as she stepped outside the gate. She hadn't slept all night. The blue marks from Vyan's fingers on her wrist had turned black. She wrapped her dupatta tight, hoping no one would see.

But the scene outside college made her stop breathing.

The entire St. Xavier's crowd was standing at the gate. Phones out. Hooting. Whistles. And on the gate's wall...

A poster with Niya's name.

Photo: From yesterday. Covered in mud, broken glasses.

Caption: Village Girl's Entry - Mud Queen of St. Xavier's

Below it: Mira's Insta ID. 2.3K likes in 8 hours.

Niya's feet froze right there. Her blood boiled. But before she could tear the poster down, the roar of an engine sounded behind her.

A black Lamborghini.

Vyan Singh Rathore.

The car stopped right beside her. Window down. Vyan took off his sunglasses. The red mark from yesterday was still faint on his cheek. But in his eyes... the devil was dancing.

"Good Morning, Miss Niya," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Did you sleep well? Or did the marks on my cheek haunt your dreams?"

The entire crowd burst into laughter. Mira started recording again.

Niya clenched her fists. "This poster... did you put this up?"

Vyan stepped out of the car. Walked toward her slowly. White shirt, black jeans. No sign of rain, but the air still smelled of yesterday's storm.

"Me?" Vyan raised an eyebrow. "Would I stoop that low? Your fans put it up. You became famous last night, village girl."

He stepped closer. So close that Niya had to step back. Her dupatta hit the wall.

"Remember what I said yesterday?" Vyan's voice was now only for Niya to hear. Sweet as poison. "Interest. You think you can slap me and get away with it?"

He grabbed Niya's wrist. The same one. Where the blue marks were. Niya gasped in pain.

"Leave... leave me," she whispered. But her voice didn't have yesterday's fire. Today there was only fear.

Vyan lifted her wrist so everyone could see. "Look, everyone. These marks? I gave them. Because what Vyan Singh Rathore touches, he marks as his."

Mira screamed, "Vyan baby, leave her! She's dirty!"

Vyan laughed and stepped back. "Dirty? No, Mira. Now she's mine. My property. And the whole college will see how I take care of my property."

He pulled out a card and shoved it into Niya's hand. Black card. Gold letters.

VSR Group - Personal Invitation

"What is this?" Niya's voice was shaking.

Vyan leaned close to her ear. His breath touched her neck. "Your admission letter, village girl. Tonight at 8 PM. My farmhouse. Just you and me. If you don't come..."

He pulled out a photo of Niya's father. Driving his rickshaw. When did he take it?

"...then your father's rickshaw won't be seen on Mumbai's streets from tomorrow. Understood?"

The card slipped from Niya's hand. It shattered into pieces as it hit the ground.

Vyan crushed the card under his shoe. "It's 7:59. Time for class. Come on, village girl. Today is Day 2 of your ragging."

He laughed, got in his car, and drove off. Mira and the entire crowd scrambled after him. Niya was left standing alone. At the gate. Under the poster. With