The rathore obsession

The Rathore Heir

The afternoon sun spread across Rathore Mansion like molten gold.

Everything inside the mansion looked calm and peaceful on the surface. The fountains sparkled under the sunlight, servants quietly moved around the halls, and soft music played somewhere in the background.

But Ira’s mind was far from peaceful.

She sat silently in the grand living hall, staring at the television without actually watching it. Her thoughts remained trapped in last night’s confrontation between Vikram and Aditya.

The tension between father and son had become unbearable.

And somehow, Ira could feel something worse approaching.

Then suddenly—

Her phone rang.

The sound broke the silence sharply.

Ira immediately picked it up after noticing the school’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

On the other side, the principal’s frightened voice trembled slightly.

“Mrs. Rathore… you need to come to school immediately.”

Ira instantly sat upright.

“What happened?”

There was a brief silence before the principal spoke again nervously.

“Aditya attacked another student very badly.”

For a moment, Ira’s heartbeat stopped completely.

“He what?”

“The situation is serious, ma’am.”

The phone almost slipped from her hands.

Without wasting another second, Ira immediately called Vikram.

No matter how dangerous his anger was, situations involving Aditya always required Vikram’s presence.

Especially now.

Within thirty minutes, the black Rathore car stopped outside the elite private school.

The atmosphere inside the car had been suffocatingly silent the entire way.

Vikram sat beside Ira in complete silence, his expression cold and unreadable.

But Ira knew him too well.

The calmer he looked—

The more dangerous he became.

The moment they entered the school building, panic spread among the staff instantly. Teachers straightened nervously, students moved aside immediately, and even the guards looked terrified.

Because everyone knew who Vikram Rathore was.

And nobody wanted to become the target of his anger.

Inside the principal’s office, the atmosphere felt horrifying.

One glance at the room was enough to make anyone uneasy.

On one side sat Aditya.

Completely calm.

Completely relaxed.

There was no regret visible on his face.

No guilt.

Only a small cut near his forehead and a few drops of dried blood staining his white school shirt.

On the opposite side sat the other boy.

His face was badly bruised, his nose bleeding heavily while his parents tried to comfort him. The boy groaned painfully every few seconds.

But the moment Ira saw the small injury on Aditya’s forehead—

Everything else disappeared from her mind.

“Adi!”

She rushed toward him immediately and knelt beside his chair, gently holding his face between her trembling hands.

“What happened to you?” she whispered anxiously. “Does it hurt badly?”

Tears filled her eyes as she carefully touched the small cut on his forehead like it was something far worse.

Aditya’s expression softened instantly.

He gently placed his hand over hers.

“I’m fine, Mom,” he said quietly. “Don’t worry.”

That simple sentence calmed her slightly.

Meanwhile, across the room, the principal nervously wiped sweat from his forehead after noticing Vikram Rathore standing near the door.

The temperature inside the office suddenly felt colder.

He hadn’t even spoken yet—

And still, fear spread through the room instantly.

Vikram slowly removed his sunglasses and glanced around the office.

His eyes briefly passed over the injured boy.

But there was no sympathy in his expression.

No concern.

Nothing.

His entire attention settled only on Aditya.

More specifically—

On the cut across his forehead.

And suddenly, the calmness in Vikram’s face disappeared.

His jaw tightened dangerously.

The principal immediately sensed the shift.

“M-Mr. Rathore,” he stammered nervously, trying to explain the situation. “Your son attacked another student during lunch bre—”

Vikram slowly raised his hand.

The principal instantly fell silent.

Then Vikram finally spoke.

Quietly.

Dangerously quietly.

“How did my son get injured?”

The room froze.

Even the injured boy’s parents stopped speaking.

The principal swallowed nervously.

“S-Sir… Aditya hit the other student first and then the boy tried to defend himse—”

“I asked,” Vikram interrupted coldly, “how my son got injured.”

His voice never became loud.

But somehow, that made it even more terrifying.

The principal’s face turned pale immediately.

“This school receives crores in donations from me every year,” Vikram continued slowly while stepping closer toward the desk. “Not so my son returns home injured.”

The room became suffocating.

Even Ira looked nervous now.

Meanwhile, Aditya simply leaned back comfortably in his chair while watching everything silently.

There was something strangely familiar about the scene.

The same dominance.

The same arrogance.

The same dangerous calmness.

At that moment, Aditya looked exactly like Vikram Rathore’s son.

The principal tried speaking again.

“Sir, your son severely beat the other student. We cannot simply ignore th—”

“Why did he touch my son?”

The question came sharply this time.

The principal froze.

The injured boy’s father finally stood up angrily.

“Your son nearly killed my child!” he shouted. “And instead of apologizing, you’re threatening us?”

The room fell silent instantly.

Vikram slowly turned toward the man.

The look in his eyes alone was enough to make the man step back unconsciously.

“You should be grateful,” Vikram said coldly, “that your son is still breathing.”

Ira immediately looked toward Vikram nervously.

She knew this tone.

And it never ended well.

The injured boy’s mother began crying softly while holding her son protectively.

Meanwhile, Aditya remained silent throughout everything.

Almost observant.

Like he wanted to see how far Vikram would go for him.

The principal quickly stepped between them nervously.

“Sir, please calm down. Violence won’t solve anyth—”

“Violence already solved the problem,” Vikram replied coldly.

Then he slowly leaned forward against the principal’s desk.

His eyes darkened dangerously.

“Remove that boy and his family from this city,” he said quietly. “Before my anger stops listening to reason.”

The principal’s hands visibly trembled.

“S-Sir…”

“I don’t repeat myself.”

Ira finally stepped forward.

“Vikram…” she whispered anxiously.

But he ignored her completely.

The dangerous possessiveness inside him had already taken control.

Someone had injured his son.

That alone was enough to trigger the monster inside Vikram Rathore.

Ira could feel the tension rising rapidly again.

She knew what usually happened when Vikram lost control.

Things broke.

People suffered.

Sometimes far worse.

But before she could say anything else, Aditya quietly grabbed her hand.

Ira looked down at him immediately.

His grip tightened slightly.

A silent reassurance.

Like he was telling her not to panic.

That he was still there.

That he could handle this.

For one brief moment, Ira realized something terrifying again—

Vikram and Aditya were becoming more alike every single day.

Both protected the people they loved obsessively.

Both carried uncontrollable anger inside them.

Both refused to bow before anyone.

And somewhere deep down, both of them were waiting for the other to surrender first.

But neither ever would.

Inside that principal’s office, the atmosphere had already become dangerous enough.

And everyone present could feel it clearly—

The Rathores were not an ordinary family.

And when it came to protecting their own…

They could destroy anyone standing in their way.