The Fan Confession
750 Words
The next day, Silverwood College was buzzing — but not in the usual, carefree way.
Every conversation began with one name.
Rudra Mehra.
From the canteen to the library, his story spread like wildfire.
“He dropped Raghav in one punch!”
“Bro, did you see his expression? He didn’t even blink.”
“I swear, he’s not human. He’s a storm.”
But Rudra?
He was sitting under his favorite banyan tree behind the college, sipping tea with Kabir, Aman, and Dev, as if nothing had happened.
☕ Rudra & His Gang
Kabir grinned, scrolling through his phone. “You’ve officially gone viral in college gossip, boss.”
Rudra looked up lazily. “And that’s supposed to matter why?”
Aman smirked. “You know what’s funny? Everyone’s scared to even look at you, but still can’t stop talking about you.”
Rudra shrugged. “People need something to talk about when they’ve got nothing going on in their lives.”
Dev chuckled. “Classic Rudra. One punch and the semester’s entertainment is set.”
Kabir leaned closer, teasing, “So, when’s your next fight? I’ll bring popcorn.”
Rudra shot him a half-smile. “Next time, I’ll punch you instead.”
The group laughed, their carefree tone masking what everyone else feared.
For them, this was normal. For everyone else, it was myth-making.
Aanya’s Thoughts.....!!!!
Across the campus, Aanya Kapoor sat in the quiet corner of the library, pretending to read — but her eyes weren’t on the pages.
Her mind kept replaying that one scene — Rudra’s calm, the punch, the warning.
It wasn’t just about strength. It was the way he carried it.
No arrogance. No noise. Just control.
She caught herself smiling and immediately looked down.
“What is wrong with me?” she whispered under her breath.
Jiya plopped down beside her, catching the expression. “What’s that look for?”
“Nothing,” Aanya said too quickly.
“Hmm,” Jiya teased, “don’t tell me you’ve joined Rudra Mehra’s fan club.”
Aanya’s eyes widened slightly.
Fan club.
That word felt… right.
She didn’t know why, but she wanted to tell him.
Maybe it was crazy. Maybe it was bold.
But she was done just watching from afar.
💫 The Decision
Later that afternoon, as classes ended and students began filing out, Aanya found herself walking toward the back of the campus — the same place she had first seen him.
There he was again — sitting on the wall, a half-smile on his face as Kabir narrated some ridiculous story.
His laughter was low and genuine, and for a moment, he didn’t look dangerous at all. He looked… human.
Aanya took a deep breath, clutching her bag strap tightly, and walked forward.
Kabir noticed her first, nudging Rudra. “Uh-oh, looks like someone’s approaching you willingly. That’s new.”
Aman smirked. “She’s brave.”
Dev muttered, “Or clueless.”
Rudra looked up slowly, eyes meeting hers. “Yes?”
Aanya’s heart pounded, but she managed a smile.
“I just wanted to say…” she began softly.
He raised an eyebrow, waiting.
“I’m a fan,” she said finally. “A big one.”
The silence that followed was almost comical.
Kabir’s jaw dropped. Aman choked on his laughter. Dev just blinked.
Rudra tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was some kind of puzzle.
“A fan?” he repeated.
She nodded, her smile unwavering. “Of your style… your attitude… your fearlessness.”
His lips curved into that familiar smirk.
“Fan of a gangster, huh?”
Aanya grinned. “Exactly.”
For the first time in a long while, Rudra didn’t have a comeback. He just looked at her — curious, surprised… maybe even amused.
🌇 Later That Evening
As Aanya walked home, her heart felt light — her cheeks still warm from the encounter.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
For the first time since she’d joined Silverwood, she felt… alive.
Brave.
She had spoken to the one person everyone feared — and somehow, she wasn’t scared at all.
If anything, she wanted to know him more.
The wind brushed her hair as she whispered to herself,
“Fan of a gangster… guess that’s really me.”
And somewhere behind her, in the fading light of the day, Rudra Mehra sat quietly still thinking about the girl who’d called herself his fan.
A rare smile touched his lips.
The story had only just begun.
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