Kiara's POV
Laughter echoed around me as I struggled to gather my scattered books. My palms stung from the impact, but the real pain wasn't physical—it was the humiliation burning through my veins.
Aryan stood over me, his smirk deepening as if he found my misery amusing. His stormy grey eyes held no sympathy, no remorse—just cruel amusement.
"What's wrong, loser? Too weak to even walk properly?" His voice was laced with mockery, and the students around us chuckled.
I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling fingers to pick up my books. Don't cry, Kiara. Don't give them the satisfaction.
Before I could stand up, a polished black shoe nudged my last notebook away, making it slide across the floor. My head snapped up, and my stomach twisted when I saw Ananya twirling a strand of her long, dark hair, a bored expression on her face.
"Oh no," she sighed dramatically. "Looks like you're even bad at picking up your own things."
A wave of laughter followed her words, and my face heated in embarrassment.
Riya rushed to my side, glaring at them. "Leave her alone," she snapped, but her voice wavered slightly.
Ayaan chuckled darkly. "And if we don't? What will you do, Riya?"
Riya tensed. I knew she wouldn't win in an argument against him. Ayaan was ruthless, just like the rest of them.
My fingers curled around my books, my nails digging into the covers. I refused to be their source of entertainment any longer. I inhaled sharply and stood up, ignoring the pain in my knees.
With whatever little dignity I had left, I turned away.
But before I could take another step, a hand gripped my wrist—tight and unyielding.
My breath hitched.
Aryan.
His touch sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, not from attraction, but from the raw authority it held. He wasn't just grabbing me. He was claiming power over me.
"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice just low enough for only me to hear.
I jerked my hand, trying to pull away. "Let me go."
But he only tightened his grip, dragging me closer until there was barely any space between us.
His smirk softened, but his eyes darkened. "You seem to be forgetting something, Kiara," he drawled.
I swallowed, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. "What?"
Aryan leaned in, his breath ghosting over my ear. "You don't get to walk away from me."
A cold shiver ran through me.
Before I could respond, he suddenly let go, as if he was never holding me at all. I stumbled slightly, catching my breath.
The hall was silent now, everyone watching with bated breath.
Aryan glanced at his wristwatch, then looked at me again with a lazy smirk. "You should be more careful next time, little rabbit."
And just like that, he turned and walked away, Kabir and Ayaan following suit.
Ananya rolled her eyes and flipped her hair before linking arms with Tanya. "Ugh, let's go. This was getting boring anyway."
Tanya shot me one last sneer before strutting off with them, leaving me standing there—humiliated, angry, and utterly helpless.
I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling slightly.
Riya grabbed my arm. "Are you okay?"
I nodded stiffly. "Yeah."
But I wasn't.
Because deep down, I knew one thing for sure.
This was just the beginning.
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Closing Note:
And so, the games begin! Aryan is starting to establish his dominance over Kiara, but how will she handle it? Will she fight back, or will The Untouchables break her completely?
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