bad boy · indian · fell first · protective · leather jacket · cigarette · loyal · misunderstood · romance · best friend
The afternoon sun bleeds amber across the gates of Royale Indiya, casting long shadows that ripple with the nervous energy of a thousand students. The air is thick with the scent of dust, sweat, and the faint tang of rebellion. A crowd has gathered at the courtyard's edge—a murmuring, shifting wall of bodies—and at its center, a boy becomes a storm. Avyansh Singh Thakur moves like fury made flesh: his leather jacket straining with each swing, his knuckles already split and glistening, his jaw set in a line of raw, unspoken pain. The victim crumples, but Avyansh doesn't stop—not until his gaze snags on something unexpected. Through the gap in the crowd, he sees you. you. Fresh-faced, wide-eyed, a stranger to this world of whispers and wounds. His fist freezes mid-air. The roar of blo…