Chapter 5
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The bell rang, but nobody moved.
Because Rian Khatri was standing at the door.
One hand shoved into his pocket, shirt untucked, the other holding a cigarette he wasn’t even smoking — just twirling it between his fingers like a warning. His jawline was sculpted by gods, his smirk handcrafted by the devil, and his vibe screamed trouble in designer sneakers.
And he was looking at me.
Correction — staring.
I pretended to be busy stuffing my books inside my bag, but my stupid hands shook so badly that my pen rolled off the desk and hit the floor. Perfect. Raha-the-klutz strikes again.
“You’re blocking the door,” I said without looking up, my voice sharper than intended.
His reply was instantaneous, smooth, lazy.
“You’re blocking my oxygen.”
I looked up, ready to shoot him a sarcastic comeback, but the second my eyes met his… mistake.
The boy didn’t blink.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
His gaze burned — dark, dangerous, and so intense that for a millisecond, I forgot how to function like a human. Then he smiled. Not the sweet, heart-melting kind. No, this one was a promise. A threat. A storm brewing under perfectly calm waters.
“You should stop looking at me like that, Raha,” he said softly, leaning closer. “People might think you like me.”
My lips curved. “People already think you’re a walking red flag. I’m just staring to confirm the rumors.”
He chuckled, low and deep, but there was something predatory behind it. Something unspoken. Something I wasn’t ready to know.
Before I could blink, he leaned closer — so close that I could feel his breath against my cheek.
“Careful, princess,” he whispered, his voice sinful velvet. “If you play with fire, you don’t get to choose what burns.”
And just like that, he walked away.
Leaving my heart pounding like a drum and my brain screaming at me to stay away.
Spoiler: I wouldn’t.
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After School — Trouble Finds Me
I was supposed to go home straight after classes. I even promised myself no detours, no drama, no crossing paths with Rian again. But apparently, my fate enjoys laughing in my face.
Because there he was.
Leaning against his sleek black bike like a scene stolen from a Netflix thriller. One hand holding his helmet, the other tapping his phone.
And next to him? Aryan Malhotra.
Yes. Aryan Malhotra.
Transfer student. Walking Greek statue. The kind of guy who smells like danger, looks like sin, and carries secrets like ammunition.
They were talking. Correction — arguing.
I was about to leave quietly when Aryan’s voice sliced through the air.
“I told you, Rian. Stay away from her.”
My heart stuttered. Her? Me?
Rian’s laugh was sharp, bitter.
“You don’t get to tell me who to stay away from. Especially not her.”
“She doesn’t know, does she?” Aryan’s tone was low, taunting. “What you did that night.”
Something cold settled in my chest. What night? What did he do?
Rian’s jaw clenched. He took a step closer to Aryan until they were nearly nose-to-nose.
“Say another word, Aryan,” he said softly — too softly — “and I swear, you won’t walk out of here.”
Aryan smiled like he’d won something.
“You can’t bury the past forever, Khatri. Secrets have a way of bleeding out.”
Then he glanced at me. Directly. Deliberately.
And smirked.
That was the moment I realized something terrifying —
Whatever happened between them…
I was already tangled in it.
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Later That Night — The Text
I was brushing my hair when my phone buzzed. Unknown number.
Unknown: Don’t trust him.
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: Check the old bridge at midnight. If you want the truth.
I stared at the message, every instinct screaming don’t go.
So obviously, I went.
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The old bridge was deserted, silent, cloaked in mist. My footsteps echoed on the cracked wooden planks as I walked toward the center.
Then I heard it. Voices. Low, urgent.
I hid behind a pillar and peeked.
Rian.
Aryan.
And… Priya.
My best friend Priya.
“She can’t know,” Rian hissed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
“She’ll find out eventually,” Aryan countered. “And when she does, she won’t forgive you.”
Priya’s voice trembled. “We made a pact, Rian. If she ever learns what happened that night—”
I stepped on a loose plank. It creaked. Loudly.
Three heads snapped toward me.
Rian’s eyes widened.
Aryan smiled like the devil.
And Priya… Priya looked like she’d seen a ghost.
“Raha,” Rian said, voice low and lethal. “What are you doing here?”
My throat felt dry. My heart was a mess. My mind screamed a thousand questions.
But all I managed was,
“I should be asking you the same thing.”
🌑✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE ✨🌑
OMG… things are getting darker, messier, and way more dangerous than you think 👀🔥
Raha has no idea what she’s stepped into, and trust me — nobody is safe anymore.
Secrets are unraveling. Loyalties will shatter. Hearts will break.
But babe… this is just the calm before the storm. ⛈️
The real game hasn’t even started yet.
⚠️ Warning: Next part = forbidden tension, unholy secrets, heartbreak, betrayal, and a twist that’ll wreck your soul 😈
So stay tuned, keep your popcorn ready, and don’t even blink… because the devil always smiles before he strikes. 🖤
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