Vee's POV-
There's something about the first day of school. Not the fairy tale excitement everyone romanticizes-but the real stuff. The chaos, the nervous energy, the scent of new books and old grudges. I walked through the gates of Royal Crest Academy like I always did- with purpose and presence.
Eyes turned. Whispers started.
I didn't need to look at anyone. They all knew me. I was Vishi Shivran-vee to most. The name carried weight here. And I made sure it stayed that way.
I adjusted the strap of my bag and turned the corner.
And then it happens.
A shoulder slammed into mine. Not softly. Not accidentally.
I froze and spun on my boots."Got a death wish or just bad manners?"
The guy didn't even stop. Just walked a few steps before turning.
He was tall, dressed in black, hoodie up, jaw sharp, eyes colder than anything I'd seen that mornin.
"No one warned me the hallway belonged to a queen", he said, tone bored.
I took a step forward, heat rising in my chest."keep walking before I change my mind about being polite".
He tilted his head like he was analyzing a puzzle."Noted".
Then walked off.
Just like that.
I stood there, fuming for a second longer. Who the hell did he think he was? I'd been here for years. I knew everyone. And I didn't know him.
But something about his voice lingered. Not just rude. Calculated unbothered.
Shaking it off, I continued upstairs to class 12-B, new year, new subjects but the same old games. I wasn't in the mood to lose control over a random boy with an ego.
When I walked into class, heads turned again, I ignored them and headed straight to the back.
"Vee!" Sia saved like she always did. Loud, dramatic, and mine.
"New year, same weirdos", she grinned, saving my seat.
I dropped into the chair." Already scared one of them today."
Sia's eyes sparkled."Ooooh, do tell".
"Some guy, hoodie. Attitude problem. Didn't say sorry. Gave me a line like he thought he was clever."
"Did he at least look good while being rude?"
I rolled my eyes."Didn't pay attention".
Lie.
Because even as I said it, I saw his face again in my mind. Clam. Cold.
Too clam for someone who have no clue who he'd just messed with.
Before Sia could keep digging, the room went silent.
He walked in.
Hood still up. Same lazy steps. Same sharp eyes. And those eyes found mine again- just for a second.
"That's him?" Sia whisperd.
I didn't reply. Just stared.
He sat at the far corner. Alone. Like , he use to be that way.
Then roll call beagan.
"Veer huda" the teacher called.
He answered quietly,"present".
So that's his name.Veer.
Strong. Short. Unfriendly.
I leaned back in my seat, arms crossed. I didn't like how my pulse reacted when he looked at me again. I didn't like that I noticed.
But even then, I knew this wasn't over.
Not even close.
Veer's POV-
I hate places like this.
Too clam. Too quite. Too fake.
Royal Crest recked of privilege and pretension. I didn't want to be here, and I made sure my body language screamed it. My hands in my pockets, hoodie up, I walked through the crowd like it didn't exist.
Then I saw her.
A girl moving through people line a queen through peasant, everyone got out of her way. No words needed just her presence.
She saw me late.
I didn't move. I let my shoulder hit hers. Not hard. Just enough. Her voice sliced through the noise."Got a death wish or just bad manners?".
I turned slowly. Took one good look at her- sharp features, fierce eyes, lips he was used to being feared.
Interesting.
"No one want me the hallway belonged to a queen", I replied.
Her eyes narrowed, and she steps forward that she wasn't used to losing arguments.
"Keep walking before I change my mind about being polite".
She was fire . Bossy. Unafraid. I'd give her that.
"Noted", I said ,and left.
But I felt her on my way back to whole way.
Later, I enter the classroom, already bored- until I saw her again. Sitting at the back side another girl who look to cheerful for us place like this.
Eyes met again .Still sharp.Still testing
"Veer huda", the teacher said.
"Present".
I kept my eyes down. But inside,I was already on alert.
Because something told me she wasn't just loud.
She was dangerous
Not in a bad way.
In a this once-gonna-get-under-my-skin kind of way.
And maybe I'd let her.