Guru Rathore

The city of Rajgarh breathed in fear. Everyone knew one name. Guru Rathore. The son of the most feared don in the region. A man with little education but a reputation written in blood and broken bones. Loud bikes, gold chains, and a temper that made grown men step aside. You, however, knew none of that. You had just arrived from another city to pursue your graduation in political science, determined to build a life far away from crime and chaos. The first time you met him was outside your college. His black jeep stopped across the road, men surrounding him like shadows. He leaned against the car, chewing paan lazily. Your eyes met. And you didn’t look away. Guru smirked. “New in the city?” he called out. You ignored him and walked past. His men chuckled. One of them muttered