The revenge

The mysterious phone call kept echoing in Ishaan's mind.

"Stay away from Aarohi."

Those words didn't sound like a joke.

The next morning, Ishaan reached college earlier than usual. Nitin, Daksh, and Arnav immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Why do you look like you didn't sleep all night?" Nitin asked.

Ishaan told them everything about the call.

Daksh frowned. "This doesn't sound normal."

Arnav clenched his fist. "Whoever it is, they'll regret threatening you."

Before anyone could say more, Aarohi entered the classroom with her usual smile.

For a moment, Ishaan forgot all about the threat.

But someone else was watching them.

Rudra.

From across the corridor, his eyes followed every move they made.

As lunch break started, Aarohi and Ishaan sat together near the college garden.

They talked about classes, future dreams, and random things that made them laugh.

Suddenly, Aarohi became serious.

"Ishaan, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why do I feel like you're hiding something?"

Ishaan hesitated.

He wanted to tell her about the call but didn't want her to worry.

"It's nothing," he said.

Aarohi wasn't convinced, but she decided not to push him.

Meanwhile, Rudra stood nearby, watching them.

His anger grew with every passing second.

Later that evening, as Ishaan was leaving college, three unknown boys blocked his path.

"You are Ishaan, right?" one of them asked.

"Who's asking?"

Instead of answering, the boy pushed him.

The atmosphere instantly changed.

Ishaan looked at them calmly.

"You made a mistake."

The boys laughed.

"What mistake?"

"You should've walked away."

The first boy threw a punch.

Ishaan dodged it and pushed him back.

Within seconds, a fight broke out.

One against three.

Students gathered around.

The boys were stronger than expected, but Ishaan refused to back down.

Just when things were getting serious, Arnav, Nitin, and Daksh arrived.

"Need some help?" Arnav asked with a grin.

The fight ended quickly.

The attackers ran away.

But before leaving, one of them shouted,

"Rudra says this is only the beginning!"

Silence filled the area.

Now there was no doubt.

Rudra was behind everything.

That night, Ishaan stood on the rooftop of his house looking at the stars.

For the first time, he realized this wasn't just a college rivalry anymore.

Someone was targeting him.

Someone wanted Aarohi.

And someone was ready to do anything to get what they wanted.

Ishaan tightened his fist.

"If Rudra wants a war..."

"...then he'll get one."

As Ishaan walked home, his thoughts were filled with questions. Why was Rudra so obsessed with Aarohi? Why was he sending people after him? The more he thought about it, the more dangerous the situation seemed. Yet one thing was clear in his heart—he would never leave Aarohi alone.

The next day, college felt different. Rumors about the fight had already spread. Some students admired Ishaan for standing up against the attackers, while others warned him to stay away from Rudra. But Ishaan ignored them all.

During the last class, Aarohi handed him a small note.

"Meet me after college."

A smile appeared on Ishaan's face.

After classes ended, they met near the old basketball court. The evening breeze was cool and peaceful.

"I heard about the fight," Aarohi said.

"It was nothing."

"Don't lie. You're hurt."

She gently touched a bruise on his arm.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Aarohi smiled softly.

"Promise me you'll be careful."

Ishaan looked into her eyes.