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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—thi
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 aro