He started going back but stopped when he realised that she was now following him. "I don't like repeating myself," he said, still not turning back. "Well, I don't have any hobbies to listen to strangers," she snapped back at him in front of everyone. His blood boiled hearing her; he turned back and marched toward her swiftly.

He held her wrist. "Hey, you just leave my hand!" she shrieked, jerking her hand away, but his grip was tight. "Excuse me, I'm not your wife or girlfriend, not even your sister, to listen to you," she snapped again when he still didn’t let go. But he started dragging her. The principal rushed in, blocking his way. "Sir, please don't take her. I'm sorry on her behalf. She doesn't know about you," he tried to explain to Miraan.

Key word: tried

"If she doesn't know about me, then you should teach her," he opined ohh sorry glared at the principal, who looked like he was about to pee his pants any second. Still, it was his responsibility to save her.

"But alas, don’t worry. I can teach her," he said ironically and again started dragging Ahaana with him. Abruptly, Amaya stepped forward and stood in front of him, her eyes filled with tears. "Bhaii, leave her. Please!" she begged, but Miraan had no emotion.

"Amaya, move away," he warned her. "But bhaii, plea–"

"AMAYA!" he shouted. Everyone there flinched. "Don't fuckin' waste your precious tears on her. She deserves punishment," he uttered. Ahaana realised nothing could save her now. As he was about to walk past Amaya, she pleaded, "At least just one last minute." He loosened his grip. She walked to Amara, who was smirking at her. "Ohh, scaredy cat, don't smirk. I never thought you were this coward," Ahaana stated. The smirk on Amara’s face vanished, replaced by a scowl.

"You!" Amara screeched at Ahaana, who now wore a satisfied smile. "Yes, me, pussy," she muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear. The whole crowd gasped. Even Miraan was dumbfounded,

surely the girl had a death wish. Still, she had impressed him with her courage and bravery. Even in front of him, she insulted his sister.

She walked past him but turned back when she saw he wasn’t following her. "Areyy, come," she said. He glared at her with determination to crush her courage. He marched toward her, grabbed her, and dragged her away. He almost threw her into his car, opened the door with a jerk, and got in. The engine roared as he sped off at terrifying speed!

"Can you just slow down!" she shouted, scared by his driving. He was driving as if it was his last ride. He smirked and increased the speed. With a sudden jerk, he stopped the car, stepped out, and dragged her with him. He took her to the basement and shoved her, causing her to fall on the bare floor. He removed his blazer, dragged a chair toward her, and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt.

He turned his neck to the left; a crackling sound echoed. His intimidating act made her nervous. His dark gaze pierced through her soul. The place was suffocatingly dark; the smell made her feel like vomiting. She had a bit of nyctophobia, which only worsened the situation!

"Nervous, aren't we?" he asked with a smirk, hearing her heartbeat race with every second– and he was fucking enjoying it. "I'm not scared," she protested, even though she was on the verge of fainting. She would never show it on her face. Suddenly, he stood up with a jerk and hurled the chair away with brutal force. Cracking sounds echoed proof the chair had taken its last breath!

"The fuck do you think of yourself, huh!" he yelled, moving toward her. He grabbed her hair in his fist. "Bitch, let me show you whom you messed with." He yanked her toward him. His sudden aggression left her stunned. Holding her by the hair, he slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. His body pressed close, and disgust churned inside her– no man had ever come this close to her, and she never wanted this.

Amara’s gloomy face flashed in his mind, followed by his mother’s painful screams and her blood-drenched face. Jerking out of his thoughts, he remembered the promise he had made to make them all pay. He hadn’t found any of them yet, and the anger burned inside him. And now, this girl, who knew nothing, became his outlet.

"You can slap me or beat me, or even kill me, but don't fuckin' come close to me," she snapped as his grip tightened. "The fuck– who’s interested in you?" he shoved her away. She fell to the floor. He crouched in front of her. "Fuckin' bitch, how dare you slap my princess." His hard palm struck her cheek, heat flaring instantly. Before she could react, another slap landed on her other cheek.