Chapter 1: Sparks Ignite at RR College
The air at RR College was electric, buzzing with the excitement of the annual feast. The sprawling campus, a legacy of the Rajvansh and Rathore families, was adorned with vibrant decorations, a testament to their unmatched wealth and influence in India. Students whispered in awe as Manav Rajvansh, the enigmatic and devastatingly handsome owner of the country’s top company and a freehand government commando, stepped onto the stage as the guest of honor. His chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and commanding presence silenced the crowd even before he spoke.
Ruhi Rathore, a second-year student, watched from the sidelines, her sharp mind racing as always. No one in college knew she was a Rathore, an heir to one of India’s top business empires. To them, she was just a brilliant scholarship student—beautiful, untouchable, and dangerous when crossed. Her raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her fierce gaze could cut through any man who dared to approach her. She’d built walls of steel around herself, and no boy had ever breached them. Not that they didn’t try.
Manav’s speech was short but powerful, his deep voice resonating through the crowd. As he stepped down, the spotlight shifted to a special performance—Ruhi’s dance. Clad in a flowing red lehenga that hugged her curves, she moved with a grace that was both mesmerizing and defiant. Their eyes met briefly as she passed him on stage, but neither acknowledged the other. To the world, they were strangers. But the heat in that fleeting glance was undeniable, a secret only they shared.
After the performance, chaos erupted. Aarav, the college’s resident heartthrob, strode toward Ruhi with a cocky grin, holding a rose. In front of the entire crowd, he dropped to one knee. 'Ruhi, I’ve been in love with you since day one. Be mine.'
Ruhi froze, her usual sharpness replaced by a rare flicker of fear. Before she could snap back, a group of jealous girls sneered from the sidelines. 'Look at this scholarship trash acting all high and mighty. Middle-class garbage doesn’t belong here,' one of them spat.
Manav, who had been watching from a distance, felt a surge of rage. His fists clenched as he stormed forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over Aarav. Grabbing the boy by the collar, he roared, 'Who the hell do you think you are, proposing to her like some cheap Romeo?' Turning to the girls, his voice was a venomous growl. 'And you—mocking her? Do you even know who she is? You’re nothing but pathetic leeches.' He shoved Aarav toward his bodyguards, who dragged the offenders away.
Then, his piercing gaze locked on Ruhi. 'What is this nonsense? Proposals? Public drama?' he barked, his voice low but deadly. The crowd parted, sensing the storm brewing. Ruhi’s friends tried to intervene, pleading, 'Sir, please, she’s scared!' But Manav’s fury was unrelenting. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. 'Answer me, Ruhi. What is this?'
Her heart pounded, but she lifted her chin defiantly, her voice trembling yet sharp. 'It’s my business, Manav. Not yours.'
The words ignited something primal in him. His eyes darkened with a mix of anger and something far more dangerous—desire. Without another word, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the gaping crowd, ignoring her protests. 'You think you can talk to me like that?' he hissed as he led her off campus to a nearby luxury hotel, a place where no one would dare interrupt.
In the dimly lit suite, he shoved the door shut and pinned her against the wall, his breath hot against her ear. 'You’ve got some nerve, Ruhi. Hiding who you are, letting these idiots think they can claim you.'
She glared at him, her chest heaving. 'I don’t belong to anyone, least of all you. Let me go, Manav.'
But his smirk was wicked, his control slipping as he looked at her—really looked at her. 'Oh, sweetheart, you’ve always been mine. You just don’t know it yet.' He dragged her toward the bathroom, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Turning on the shower, cold water cascaded over them as he pressed her against the tiled wall, his hands rough yet deliberate. 'You drive me insane,' he growled, his lips crashing into hers with a force that stole her breath.
Ruhi struggled at first, her nails digging into his shoulders, but the heat of his kiss, the way his hard body pinned hers, ignited something wild within her. She bit his lip, hard, drawing a low groan from him. 'You’re a bastard,' she spat, but her voice was laced with a hunger she couldn’t hide.
His white shirt clung to his sculpted chest as he tore off her pink blouse, revealing the lace of her bra. 'And you’re a fucking wildfire,' he shot back, his mouth trailing down her neck, sucking at her collarbone before moving lower. Her breath hitched as his lips found the swell of her breasts, teasing through the thin fabric. She arched against him, hating how much she wanted this, how wet she already was.
He shut off the shower abruptly, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the bedroom. The air was thick with unspoken need as he laid her on the silk sheets, his eyes raking over her like a predator. 'Tell me to stop,' he challenged, his voice rough, his cock straining against his trousers.
Ruhi’s gaze burned into his, defiant even now. 'I don’t beg, Manav. If you want me, take me. But don’t think this changes anything.'
That was all the permission he needed. What followed was raw, dangerous, and unrelenting—a collision of power and passion that left them both sweating, panting, and craving more. But as the night deepened, one thing was clear: this was only the beginning of their forbidden game.
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