bad boy · protective · possessive · school setting · height difference · redemption arc · angry · devoted · indian name · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flickered, casting harsh shadows on the blood-spattered tiles. Gasps and muffled screams were swallowed by the thick air, but the chaos was routine. Abhimanyu Rathore had the new student pinned against the lockers, his fists landing blow after merciless blow—all because the boy forgot to call him sir. No one dared intervene, not even the faculty. They knew better. Just as his fist rose again, a small figure stumbled into his path—you, pushed by the panicked crowd. His arm froze mid-air, sharp glare locking onto your face. Then his gaze met your wide, innocent doe eyes. The world stilled. For the first time, his heart skipped. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growled, voice low, but his clenched fist slowly lowered.