After one week

It's been one week since she joined the college, and everything has been going smoothly. Amara always tried to create problems for Ahaana, but she knew how to deal with them. Amaya and Ahaana had become so close in this short period!

Ahaana was going towards her next class. Suddenly, she saw a student throng; she walked in that direction and stood there. She was taken aback by the sight. There was a blind girl in their college who was walking in just her undergarments; it felt like she was searching for her top!

The poor girl didn’t realise that, in the search for her top, she had reached outside the washroom, and no one made a sound. Ahaana saw Amara standing there with her friends; she had the top in her hand, and Ahaana realised it was her cunning game. Ahaana’s blood boiled seeing this, but first she needed to cover the poor girl! Ahaana ran to the girl and covered her body with her dupatta. Everyone around hooted. The blind girl sensed everything; her eyes widened hearing the crowd, and suddenly she became aware of her surroundings!

Tears filled her eyes as she felt humiliated in front of everyone. She covered her complete body with Ahaana’s dupatta. Ahaana watched the girl, her own eyes filling with tears at the sight.

She wiped her tears and marched towards Amara with her head held high.

Slap, Ahaana slapped Amara in front of everyone. A loud gasp echoed as she hadn’t slapped any random student; she fucking slapped the sister of the underworld king!

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Amara became shocked as she didn't expect it, she felt embarrassed in front of everyone, "Are you really a girl, Amara. Seriously, in the name of a prank, you are playing with her dignity." Ahaana shouted at her as Amara silently heard. Ahaana turned towards the crowd, pointed toward a random teacher, "and you, oh sorry sir and madam, can you all just already quit this job, huh!" She scolded the teachers, too, and they felt ashamed of themselves.

Even though they all wanna stop Amara, they know the consequences, and they aren't ready to be on the list of enemies of Miraan Rathore, aka Beast. Amara's eyes filled with tears. Tears of embarrassment, and it's her first time someone is slapping her, Amara furiously stomped from there, and Ahaana took the girl andwalkedked away from there!

"Ahaana" A furious and tense Amaya voice heard. Avneet frowned, hearing her loud voice, "What, Amaya, can't you see. I'm here completely with my assignment," She said, still engrossed in her work. Reem walked towards her. "Ahaana, why the hell. You slapped Niya," She demanded as Ahaana stopped doing whatever she was doing. "So you don't know the reason" She enquired. "I know. But you shouldn't have slapped her," She told her, sitting on the seat next to her. "Amaya, are you really taking her side, huh?" Ahaana asked in disbelief, and Amaya was about to argue, but she showed her hand, stopping.

"At last, what should I expect, after all. She is your twin sister," She said ironically. Amaya sighed, feeling frustrated. "Ahaana, you are understanding" She said. "Ok then, make me understand", she argued."You know, do you realise she stopped as she heard the roaring sound of a Buggati? Her face became pale, as if she knew what was going on there!

"Yaar, complete it, Amaya," Ahaana said, but she saw Amaya's face become scared for her. "Amara, what happened to you?" She cooed softly, taking a seat beside her, both horrified as they heard the gun shoot, and both went downstairs to the hall.

There standing, Miraan Rathore, all in his glory, he was wearing a suit and his hair perfectly styled with gel. A silver pendant on his neck, his hazel orbs are radiating indignation, his jaw clenched, he was the most handsome person there, but his facial expression is not less than a monster.

Amara stood shocked as she hadn’t expected it. She felt embarrassed in front of everyone. "Are you really a girl, Amara? Seriously, in the name of a prank, you’re playing with her dignity," Ahaana shouted, while Amara listened silently. Ahaana turned towards the crowd and pointed at a random teacher. "And you– oh sorry, sir and madam,can you all just quit this job already, huh!" She scolded the teachers too, and they felt ashamed of themselves.

Even though they all wanted to stop Amara, they knew the consequences, and they weren’t ready to be on the enemy list of Miraan Rathore, aka Beast. Amara’s eyes filled with tears of embarrassment. It was the first time someone had slapped her. Amara furiously stomped away, and Ahaana took the girl and walked away from there!

"Ahaana!" A furious and tense Amaya voice was heard. Ahaana frowned on hearing her loud voice. "What, Amaya, can’t you see? I’m completely busy with my assignment," she said, still engrossed in her work. Reem walked towards her. "Ahaana, why the hell did you slap Niya?" she demanded as Ahaana stopped what she was doing. "So you don’t know the reason?" she enquired. "I know. But you shouldn’t have slapped her," she said, sitting beside her. "Amaya, are you really taking her side, huh?" Ahaana asked in disbelief, and Amaya was about to argue, but Ahaana raised her hand, stopping her.

"At last, what should I expect? After all, she is your twin sister," she said ironically. Amaya sighed, feeling frustrated. "Ahaana, you are misunderstanding," she said. "Okay then, make me understand," Ahaana argued. "You know, do you realise she froze when she heard the roaring sound of a Bugatti? Her face became pale, as if she knew what was coming!"

"Yaar, complete it, Amaya," Ahaana said, but she noticed Amaya’s face turn pale with fear. "Amara, what happened to you?" she cooed softly, taking a seat beside her. Both froze when they heard a gunshot, and then both rushed downstairs to the hall.

There stood Miraan Rathore, in all his glory. He was wearing a suit, his hair perfectly styled with gel. A silver pendant hung around his neck. His hazel orbs radiated fury, his jaw clenched. He was the most handsome man there, yet his expression was nothing less than monstrous.

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Amara stood beside him as the principal rushed forward. "Sir, you’re here?" he asked professionally, unaware of the storm. "You fucker, are you fucking playing with me, huh!" Miraan shouted, gripping the principal’s collar in one hand as fear washed over him. "Sir, I swe–I don’t kn–know any–thing," he stuttered, Miraan’s expression growing darker.

"Bhaii, stop it," Amaya said, rushing to him and loosening his grip from the principal. "Who the fucking hell dared to slap my princess? Tell me," he asked. Amaya stepped back, and Ahaana, who had been watching everything, spoke up. "I dared," came a bold yet soft, melodious voice.

"A girl," was the first thought that crossed his mind when Amara rushed to him crying, and he noticed the finger mark on her face. He didn’t even ask who did it. Ahaana stepped forward. The first thing he noticed was her cleavage, her kurti wrinkled from running. She noticed his gaze and covered her chest properly with her dupatta. "Pervert," she muttered under her breath but unfortunately, Miraan heard it.

He glared at her hard, but to his surprise, she glared back with the same intensity. No one in that hall had the guts to even look him in the eye, and here she was fucking glaring at him. "Come with me," he ordered. Panic spread through the hall; the last time Miraan took a boy from there for clicking her picture, the next day they heard the news of his death!!