A/N- If you're looking for lovey dovey story so this story is not for you, this story has abusive language as well as many things if you're not comfortable please leave.( English translation available for Hindi dialogues)
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"Maa, main school ja rahi hoon."
Ayushi called out, her voice barely audible over the rustling of her school bag. She slipped her feet into worn-out flip-flops, the familiar feel of the warm plastic offering a silent reassurance as she stepped out of the house.
("Maa, I'm leaving for school,")
The village was just waking up to the warm embrace of the sun. The dusty roads, lined with a motley of small shops and homes, began to stir with life. The sweet scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the pungent smell of livestock, creating an aromatic symphony that was uniquely theirs. Ayushi's eyes searched for a familiar face, her heart skipping a beat when she caught sight of him.
Wide shoulders, tight shirt clinging to sweat-slick skin. MANISH THAKUR. You didn't need someone to tell you his name — the air around him carried it.
The famous name but a bad boy of the village. He is known for his anger and people fear him. His eyes, a stormy shade of grey, held a challenge that made the other boys shrink in his shadow.
As Ayushi approached, her steps grew lighter, her cheeks a soft shade of pink. The moment their eyes met, the world around them seemed to fade. The chatter of the morning market, the clanging of metal pans, the braying of donkeys, all melted into a distant hum. Manish's scowl deepened, his eyes narrowing into slits, yet Ayushi could see the curiosity hidden beneath the rage. She felt a strange thrill, a mix of fear and attraction.
As she passed him, their shoulders brushed, the electricity of the contact making her gasp softly. She stumbled slightly, her eyes never leaving his. Manish reached out, his strong hand wrapping around her arm to steady her. His touch was like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt of heat through her body, and she found herself looking up at him, her heart racing.
The other boys standing nearby couldn't help but notice the little show of skin that her stumble had revealed. They licked their lips, their eyes gleaming with lust, as they took in the sight of her ample cleavage. The boys grinned like jackals. Their ogling didn't escape Manish's notice. His grip on her arm tightened, and his expression grew darker. He didn't say anything, but his eyes warned them off.
Unfortunately, his silence was interpreted as permission. One of the bolder boys took a step closer, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Kya lag rahi ho, Ayushi." he leered, his eyes greedily roving over her body.
("Looking good, Ayushi,")
Manish didn't look at them first — he looked at her. Manish's grip tightened around Ayushi's arm, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer.
Then his eyes snapped to the boy, sharp as a sickle. "Kya samajh rakha hai madarch*d?" he growled, his voice low and menacing, directed at the bold boy who had stepped forward.
("What the fuck do you think you're doing?")
The boy swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Manish and Ayushi before he took a step back, muttering under his breath, "Tere baap ka kya jaata hai?"
("What's it to your father?")
Manish's face twisted in rage, and he jerked Ayushi behind him, stepping forward aggressively.
With surprising agility for his size, Manish grabbed the nearest boy by the collar, lifting him off the ground. "Apni gandi aankhein sambhal… warna main nikal ke haath mein de dunga." he snarled, his gray eyes flashing with fury. He threw the boy down, and the others scurried away like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
("Keep your filthy eyes to yourself,… or else I will take out your eyes and give them to you.")
The dust settled around them, the sudden silence heavier than the earlier commotion. Ayushi's breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding against her chest. She could feel the warmth of Manish's hand still on her arm, the pressure of his grip a lingering reminder of his strength. Her eyes remained fixed on the spot where the boy had been thrown, her mind racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration.
Manish turned to her, his gray eyes still stormy but softened ever so slightly as they met hers. Ayushi watched, trembling with fear and something else she couldn't quite identify. She had never seen anyone stand up for her like this before, especially not to the boys she had always tried to avoid. Manish's rage was terrifying, yet she felt oddly protected by it.
Manish's chest rose and fell with each sharp breath, his gray eyes still flashing with the remnants of his fury. The dust around them slowly settled, casting a golden hue in the morning light. Ayushi's trembling hadn't subsided, but she stood her ground, her gaze locked on his. The warmth of his hand still lingered on her arm, a stark contrast to the chill that ran down her spine.
He turned to her fully now, his expression unreadable. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them thick and heavy.
For a second, he just stared at her, eyes still stormy but something unreadable flickering in them. Then it was gone. Manish's chest heaved as he turned to face her, his grey eyes still blazing with remnants of fury he spat, his voice low and menacing.
"Saali, tu theek se nahi chal sakti?" The harsh words cut through the air, and Ayushi flinched, her eyes welling up with tears. She tried to speak, but her voice trembled. "Mujh-Mujhe maaf kar do" she stammered, her gaze dropping to the ground.
("Bitch, can't you walk properly, you clumsy ?")
("I-I'm sorry,")
Manish took a step closer, his shadow looming over her. "Maaf kar du?" he repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. "Teri maafi se kuch nahi hoga, pagal ladki!"
("Sorry?")
("Sorry isn't going to fix anything, you stupid girl.")
His anger didn't abate. He shook her once, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her heart jump into her throat."Chal School ja!" he ordered, his grip unyielding. Her eyes filled with tears, and she nodded, too afraid to speak.
("Go to school,")
He released her, and she stumbled away and turned, walking fast, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She didn't see his gaze follow her, but she felt it — heavy, hot, and unblinking. The tears spilling down her cheeks as she ran in the direction of the school.
The dust swirled around her feet as she ran, her sobs echoing through the narrow village streets.
As she disappeared from view, And Manish? He just stood there, jaw tight, his gaze followed her, his anger simmering just below the surface. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back.
He took his bike and went to where the boys are. The other boys had retreated to the safety of their own groups, whispering among themselves, casting furtive glances in his direction.
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To Be Continued....
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Hold on! This chapter is just the Introduction. I can't dive straight into the steamy scenes in the first chapter—this story is going to unfold over many chapters, not just one or two. So, stay tuned for what's to come!
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