Page 8 of Reckless Hate

Ved was silent while his friends conversed. His heart was still racing as he continued to watch the girl while she walked into the building and disappeared from view.

Clenching his jaw, he turned and looked at his friends with a dead-serious look.

“Nobody touches her. That one is mine.”

CHAPTER 4

“Miss Roy, welcome to the textile engineering department at Simha.”

It was the first day of classes at Simha University.

“Thank you, Dr. Peters.”

The department head looked at her curiously. “I’m very impressed by your practical knowledge and your grades, Miss Roy. But why did you wait this long to join Simha? Didn’t you know we have the best research facilities and even the program to fund textile startups?”

Samantha knew that already about Simha University.

“I was aware, Dr. Peters. But I had… personal matters that required me to stay in France.”

The man nodded his head in understanding. “Well, I hope you will enrich our department with your passion to learn.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Thanking the department head, she went on to attend classes. As usual, she ignored the students who looked at her curiously. When she took a seat, a guy came to talk to her.

“You must be the new transfer student,” a guy with overly bright teeth grinned. “Where did you transfer from?”

“France.”

The guy’s grin widened. “I love France and French girls.”

She barely blinked. “I’m going to die happy knowing that.”

At her reply, his grin wavered, and he looked at her expressionless face before his grin completely disappeared. His face reddened with embarrassment before he went back to his seat.

She heard whispering and the word ‘bitch’ being uttered. But she didn’t care.

She attended the class, and when it was done, she got up and left. No one bothered her, although she drew curious stares. She attended two more classes until it was midafternoon, and there was an hour break.

The students headed to the central cafeteria, and she followed them. Walking past the seemingly never-ending choices of food, she stopped at the counter that served French food. Living in France for many years made her more acclimated to the local cuisine, especially when she didn’t have a parent who cooked at home.

Ordering that day’s French cuisine special, she had it packed into boxes instead of having it artfully served on a plate or a bowl like the other students. Taking the box along with the cutlery, she stepped out of the cafeteria. She went to the adjoining park and sat on an empty bench.

No one bothered her while she ate the French onion soup and sandwich, which tasted exactly like how it would at an authentic French restaurant in Paris.

Although her surroundings were peaceful, she didn’t feel the same inside.

There was a storm brewing, and she knew it was only a matter of time until it unleashed. Her heart raced erratically like it had been doing since that morning. Taking a deep breath, she ignored her feelings and focused on her lunch.

She was prepared for the storm.

CHAPTER 5

Ved was dripping in sweat as he slam-dunked the ball through the basketball hoop. It was dark outside, and the rest of the basketball team had left a few hours ago after an hour of practice that evening. But he stayed back and continued to smash the ball through the hoop. The hoop vibrated with the sheer force with which he smashed the ball through it.

Vivid brown eyes continued to flash in his mind pushing him further.

“You are going to bring that basketball pole crashing down, bro,” a guy stated.

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