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In the empty classroom after the last bell, Mannat lets Veer push her against the blackboard, his hands bruising her hips as he takes her from behind, the screech of chalk under her palms drowning out her first scream of release.
The last bell rings and the scrape of chairs fades into silence. Mannat keeps her head down, pretending to pack her bag, but her fingers tremble. She hears the door click shut, and the air changes—thicker, hotter. She looks up. Veer stands with his back to the door, his eyes already on her body, slow and dark. Her thighs press together under the desk. She's wet. She's been wet since third period, knowing this would happen. He doesn't smile. He just walks toward her, and the sound of his boots on the tiles is the only thing she can hear.
Her legs still shake as she turns, but something shifts in her chest—a cold, quiet power. She pushes him back against the teacher's desk, watching surprise flicker in his dark eyes. Her hand wraps around his throat, not tight, just testing, and she feels his pulse jump under her fingers. "You think you're the only one who can take?" she asks, and the smile that spreads across her face is his own weapon turned against him.