It had been a month since Shaista left.
Arahan missed her a lot. They talked on the phone, and had phone sex.
But still, he felt a little heartache, when Shaista had gone. He also cursed himself, why he didn't go with Shaista.
And now that Shaista was gone, his anger started spilling over at school.
Especially toward Naziya.
Arahan was convinced that Naziya was the one who had spread the rumors about him and Shaista. He conveniently forgot his own mistake, if he hadn't told Vinay, "She's mine," the matter would never have escalated this far.
Although it was different, after knowing Shaista, he knew. He could only get bullied by her, still for the school, he was a bully. And he wants to maintain this image.
Neha and Payal looked at him tensed for the first time in their whole years of experience with him. They also became a little worried, and asked him if he needed some help.
Afterall, they can bully Arahan, but they can see that he gets bullied by others. And especially after coming to class 11, they also stopped bullying him, instead they fulfilled everything he desired.
But Arahan denied their help, for Naziya he wants to show her who she messed with. But even Naziya didn't know that even without doing anything she messed with someone.
One day he got the chance.
He quietly slipped into the same school bus that Naziya took home. He sat in the back, where the crowd was thickest.
As soon as Naziya got on, she headed toward the rear seats.
Arahan grabbed her by the waist in one swift move and pulled her straight onto his lap.
"Ah! What are you doing, Arahan?" Naziya exclaimed in shock, trying to get up from his lap.
Arahan's grip tightened around Naziya's waist the moment she tried to stand. His arm locked like iron, pinning her firmly against his lap in the crowded back of the school bus. The rumble of the engine and the chatter of other students drowned out most of the noise, but a few heads turned at her sharp exclamation.
"Sit still," he said low against her ear, voice calm but edged with something dark. "You're not going anywhere yet."
Naziya's heart slammed against her ribs. She twisted, palms pushing at his chest, but the bus lurched around a corner and she lost balance, falling harder against him. His free hand came up quickly, covering her mouth, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to muffle her next protest.
"Shhh," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You've been running your mouth for weeks. Time to listen."
Her eyes widened. She shook her head violently, muffled sounds escaping against his palm. A few classmates nearby glanced over, smirked, then looked away, assuming it was just another round of Arahan's usual "fun." No one intervened. That was the problem with his reputation: everyone believed he was untouchable.
Naziya's nails dug into Arahan's forearm, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he shifted his hips slightly, enough for her to feel exactly how hard he was beneath her, and leaned closer.
"You told everyone I forced Shaista," he whispered, voice dangerously soft. "You told them I owned her like property. You made the whole school think I was some monster who broke her. And now she's gone, because of those rumors. Because of you."
Naziya's breathing hitch. She shook her head again, managing to pry his hand off her mouth just enough to speak.
"You're wrong, Arahan," she said, voice steady despite the tremor in her body. "I didn't spread any rumours. You're just accusing me."
"How am I accusing you?" he snapped back, grip tightening on her waist. "If you hadn't opened your mouth, Shaista wouldn't have left. You knew I was angry. You know what happens when I get angry. If I lose control, I'll turn you into my personal whore right here on this bus."
Naziya looked straight into his eyes. She saw the seriousness in them, the same look that used to terrify the boys at school. But after her long conversation with Shaista yesterday, she knew better.
Shaista had told her everything.
Arahan wasn't cruel. He was loud. He barked. He tried to look like the big bad wolf. But the moment someone showed real strength, he folded like wet paper. Shaista laughed while describing it: "He's like a cute puppy. All growl until you stare him down, then tail between his legs and big sad eyes."
Naziya felt the hard length pressing against her ass again. She could have panicked. She could have screamed. Instead, a small, amused smile tugged at her lips.
"How will you make me your personal whore?" she asked back, voice light, almost teasing. She even gave a little chuckle.
Arahan blinked. The taunt caught him off guard. He leaned in closer, shouting right against her ear so no one else could hear over the bus noise.
"Naziya, I'm not joking. Don't provoke me. I'm already angry with you for spreading the rumor. If I get angrier, I don't even know what I'll do."
"Oh," Naziya said, nodding slowly. Then she deliberately made her eyes wide and fearful, lips trembling just a little. "So… what should I do to calm down your anger, Your Highness?"
Arahan's chest puffed slightly. He saw the fear, or thought he did, and gave a satisfied, smug smile.
"Good girl," he said, voice dripping with arrogance. "Now you understand. You're messing with the wrong person."
He rubbed her stomach slowly, possessive, threatening, like he was showing her how bad he could be.
"So, tomorrow morning," he continued, "you're going to stand in front of the whole school assembly and tell everyone the truth: that Shaista left because her family moved, not because of me. That the rumors were lies. That I never forced her. That we were together because she wanted to be."
Naziya looked at him, tilting her head.
"That's all?"
"Yeah, that's all," Arahan said, sounding almost disappointed that she wasn't begging harder. "Or… anything else you want to add?"
Naziya let out a soft, amused breath.
"I thought you'd say something more exciting," she said sweetly. "Like… 'You'll serve me.' 'Become my pet.' 'Let me enjoy you whenever I want.' Something like that. You know, when you said you'd make me your personal whore. But you're all bark and no bite."
Arahan's smile faltered for a split second.
Naziya leaned back against his chest, deliberately pressing her ass down harder against his erection, just enough to make him suck in a breath.
She was finding him… cute.
The way he tried so desperately to look cruel. The way he puffed up like a little rooster when she pretended to be scared. The way his whole tough-guy act crumbled the second someone pushed back.
She even thought, half amused, half wistful. Why didn't I meet him before Shaista? I could have played with him for years. Made him bark, made him whine, made him beg with those big sad eyes…
Meanwhile Arahan, hearing her words, started thinking about why he didn't think about these.
Arahan's grip on Naziya's waist tightened instinctively as she shifted again,deliberately this time, grinding her hips back against him in a slow, teasing roll.
The friction sent a jolt straight through him, his cock throbbing painfully against the seam of her leggings.
He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a rough whisper right against her ear so no one else on the crowded bus could hear.
"You think this is funny?" he growled. "Keep rubbing like that and I'll fuck you right here. Bend you over the seat in front of everyone. Pull down your leggings, shove your panties to the side, and ram into you so hard the whole bus hears you moaning like a cheap little slut. They'll all see what a desperate whore you are, spreading for me in public like you can't help yourself."
Naziya didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, letting her hair brush his cheek, and gave another tiny, deliberate grind, enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.
"Oh?" she murmured, voice light and mocking. "And how exactly would you do that, Arahan? Tell me. Step by step. I want to hear it."
Her tone was curious, almost playful, like she was genuinely interested in his fantasy instead of terrified by the threat.
Arahan's jaw clenched. He could feel her warmth through their clothes, could smell the faint jasmine in her hair. His control was fraying faster than he wanted to admit.
"I'd grab your hips," he said through gritted teeth, fingers digging in to demonstrate. "Yank you back so your ass is pressed right against me. Rip those panties down just enough. Spread you open with one hand while I line up with the other. Then I'd push in, slow at first so you feel every inch stretching you, then slam deep and fuck you hard. Right here. No mercy. Until you're crying and begging and everyone on this bus knows exactly who you belong to."
Naziya let out a soft, breathy laugh, barely audible over the engine noise.
"Mmm… sounds scary," she teased, rolling her hips again in a slow circle that made him groan low in his throat. "But you're still talking. Not doing."
Arahan's jaw clenched. He looked around quickly, no one was watching. The back of the bus was crowded, people facing forward, bags and bodies blocking most views.
In one swift motion, he lifted her hips just enough, yanked her leggings and panties down in a single rough pull. Leggings slid fast, thin material, no resistance. They bunched around her thighs in seconds.
Naziya was surprised, but not afraid.
Yes, surprised. Not terrified.
Because ever since Shaista told her everything about Arahan—how he was all bark, how he crumbled under real strength—she had started wondering what it would be like to have a boyfriend like that. Someone she could tease, toy with, make whine and beg.
She had never thought he'd actually do something like this in a public bus.