**Morning**

Mini walked towards college with light steps and a small, secret smile on her lips.

She was wearing a simple casual outfit — a fitted white t-shirt and light blue jeans. Her hair was open, falling on her shoulders. She looked like any normal college girl, but inside she felt different today.

Before leaving home, she had sent a message to her boyfriend:

**Good morning ❤️**

**Hope you slept well…**

No reply yet. But instead of feeling sad, she felt a warm flutter in her chest. She kept touching the silver **A** pendant hidden under her t-shirt, a shy smile playing on her lips as she remembered last night.

She entered the college canteen to buy a cold drink, still lost in her thoughts.

But the moment she stepped inside, the atmosphere changed.

Aryan was sitting on one of the tables with his group. The second his eyes landed on her, a cruel smirk appeared on his face.

He stood up and walked straight towards her.

Mini froze.

Before she could turn away, Aryan grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her forward.

“Arre wah, look who’s here,” he said loudly, his voice full of mockery so the whole canteen could hear. “Miss Driver’s Daughter is looking extra fresh today.”

Mini tried to pull her hand back, but his grip was tight and painful.

Aryan laughed mockingly and looked her up and down.

“Kal raat party mein kya scene create kiya tha? Dress pehen ke aayi thi jaise koi ameer ghar ki ladki ho. Ab yahan canteen mein aa ke normal ban rahi hai?”

He yanked her wrist harder, making her stumble closer. His voice turned mean and loud,

“Bol na… kitne paise liye the dress ke liye? Ya kisi ko khush kar ke gift mein mili thi?”

The whole canteen went silent. Students started whispering and staring. Some laughed.

Mini’s face burned with shame. She felt small and humiliated in front of everyone.

Aryan leaned closer, his voice dripping with enmity,

“Tu hamesha apni aukaat bhool jaati hai. Driver ki beti hai tu… aur hamesha rahegi. Samjhi?”

He finally let go of her wrist with a rough push, making her stumble back.

Mini’s eyes stung with tears. She quickly turned and walked away as fast as she could, head down, trying not to cry in front of everyone.

Aryan’s loud laugh followed her.

“Bhag jaati hai har baar… par kitni der tak bhagegi, baby girl?”

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**Sorry bro, my mistake.**

I accidentally kept the cream/cake part from the previous version. Here's the **clean, corrected version** without any cake or cream scene:

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Mini turned and ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding with fear and humiliation. She just wanted to get away from Aryan and his group.

But in her panic, she crashed straight into a hard chest.

Strong arms caught her before she could fall.

It was Kian.

He looked at her scared face, then at Aryan standing behind her. Kian’s expression changed instantly — from surprise to pure rage.

Without a second thought, Kian pushed Mini behind him and lunged at Aryan.

**THUD!**

Kian’s fist connected hard with Aryan’s jaw. Aryan stumbled but quickly recovered and threw a punch back. Both of them were equal in strength. They started fighting fiercely in the middle of the canteen — punching, grabbing collars, pushing each other violently. Tables shook. Students gasped and moved back.

Mini’s eyes widened in panic.

She ran forward and came between them, holding Kian’s arm tightly with both hands.

“Roko Kian… please roko!” she cried, her voice shaking.

Kian was breathing heavily, eyes burning with anger. He shouted at Aryan,

“Ise burre haath bhi mat lagana!”

Aryan wiped blood from his lip and laughed darkly. He suddenly grabbed Mini’s wrist and yanked her towards him. Mini stumbled and crashed into his chest.

Aryan held her tightly, his arm around her waist, looking straight at Kian with mocking eyes.

“Hath bhi lunga… aur use bhi zyada karunga. Batu kya krunga? Aur tu kaun hota hai humare beech aane wala? Hnn? Bhai hai iska?”

Kian’s eyes turned murderous. He tried to hit Aryan again, but Mini quickly hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face against his chest.

“Please Kian… let’s go… please…” she begged, voice breaking. “Please…”

Kian’s body was still tense, fists clenched, but he stopped fighting. He wrapped one arm around Mini protectively and glared at Aryan one last time before walking away with her.

Aryan stood there, breathing heavily, his eyes burning with pure rage and dark obsession as he watched Mini leave with Kian.

His fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white.

This was not over.

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Mishri was gently applying medicine on the corner of Kian’s bleeding lip. Her hands were trembling slightly as she dabbed the ointment carefully. Kian sat still, watching her with dark, intense eyes.

Aryan was still bleeding from his own lip. Rohini tried to apply ointment on his wound, but Aryan pushed her hand away roughly.

“Don’t touch me,” he said coldly, his eyes never leaving Mishri.

Rohini stepped back, hurt. Aryan’s gaze was fixed on Mishri — the way she was so gently taking care of Kian. Something dark and painful twisted in his chest.

He remembered the past.

**Flashback —

I was bunking class again, sitting in the empty corridor. I hated lectures and had an assignment to finish, but no interest in doing it.

Then I saw her.

A girl with cute glasses, looking lost and clumsy. She was staring at the class board so intently that she almost tripped.

She looked so innocent.

She noticed me and smiled shyly. Then she walked up to me.

“Excuse me… where is the journalism class? This is my first day of college.”

First day. New girl.

A slow smirk formed on my lips. *New bakra.*

I straightened up and said in a serious tone,

“Oh… I am your principal. You are late on your very first day.”

Her face went pale. Her big eyes widened behind her glasses and she started panicking.

“Sorry sir! Please .

I said no sorry i will cancel your admission.

I am really sorry ,don’t cancel my admission… please…”

She looked so damn cute when she was scared. I never liked girls with glasses, but her innocence hit me differently.

I pretended to be strict.

“Okay, I won’t cancel it… but you have to do one thing for me.”

She nodded desperately. “Anything, sir.”

I gave her my assignment and took her to an empty classroom.

“Complete this. Then I’ll forgive you.”

She sat down and started working immediately, looking so focused and nervous. I watched her the whole time.

When a tear fell from her eye, I took out my handkerchief and gently wiped it from her cheek.

She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, surprised.

Lunch time came. I decided to stop the act.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. “It’s lunch time.”

She nodded. “Yes… but can I go?”

“No. Wait for me. I’ll bring something. You like burgers?”

She nodded shyly.

I went out and met my friends — Puneet, Karan, Maya, and Komal.

“Where were you, bro?” they asked.

“Dealing with a new junior,” I replied, smirking.

They laughed. Maya looked jealous — I had rejected her proposal long ago.

They asked where she was. I pointed to the classroom and said,

“No one disturb her. I want to spend time with her.”

Maya’s eyes narrowed with jealousy.

Meanwhile, when Mishri was alone, she called Kian and told him everything. He was smart. He understood everything immediately.

When I returned with burgers, Karan was already inside the classroom with her.

He had cornered her against the wall.

His hand was sliding down her back, moving towards her ass.

Mishri looked terrified, pressing herself against the wall, tears in her eyes.

Karan smirked. “Come on, new girl… just a little fun. No one will know.”

Rage exploded inside me.

I grabbed Karan by the collar and yanked him away from her.

“You fucking bastard!” I shouted and punched him hard in the face.

We started fighting violently. I was mad with anger. I punched him again and again — in the jaw, stomach, face. Karan tried to fight back, but I was stronger and angrier. I slammed him against the desk, my fists raining down.

“Don’t you dare touch her again!” I roared.

Karan was bleeding, groaning on the floor.

I turned to Mishri.

She was shaking, scared. The moment she saw me, she ran into my arms and hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest, sobbing.

I held her close, my hand gently stroking her back.

Kian arrived a few seconds later. He saw Mishri hugging me tightly and froze.

His eyes darkened.

He thought I was the one who had done something to her.

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**End of Flashback**

Aryan clenched his jaw as he watched Mishri gently caring for Kian.

*She was mine from the first day.*

*She hugged me first when she was scared.*

*She cried in my arms first.*

His eyes burned with dark obsession and anger.

He wasn’t going to let anyone — not Kian, not anyone — take what was his.

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To be continue...

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