Veeru Bhai — 6’2”, muscular, ruthless. The name alone was enough to freeze blood in the streets of Mumbai. Godfather, kingmaker, executioner — all in one. His eyes held the weight of a thousand secrets and a thousand sins, and when he moved, the world shifted to make room for his presence. You didn’t cross Veeru Bhai. You bowed, you watched, you prayed you stayed on his good side.

And then there was her.

YN — his woman. His weakness. His untouchable.

Heavy curves that made heads snap, a round, wide ass that men couldn’t look away from even if they tried, and chubby cheeks that made her maddeningly irresistible. She was fire wrapped in silk — sassy, feisty, arrogant in the way only the truly confident could be. And yet… there was a softness in her, a modesty that stopped hearts. That innocent gaze lowered when speaking to any man not her own, respectful, untouched. Every guy on that university campus had felt it — that punch of desire and the sting of reality.

Because she belonged to Veeru Bhai.

Today, he came to get her himself.

Two blacked-out Cruisers rolled up first, followed by three Raptors. The gates of the university quieted like a storm pausing before lightning. Students froze. Guards stepped back. And there he was — Veeru Bhai, leaning on the hood of the lead Raptor, black kurta stretching across his broad chest, thick arms crossed, aviators low on his nose.

Ali, his sharp-eyed right hand, stood beside him. Deva, the silent bodyguard built like a mountain, flanked the other side. More men surrounded them like shadows with guns.

As she stepped through the gate, eyes lowered like always, whispers spread like wildfire.

“Bhai ki bandi hai…”
“Dekha uski chaal?”
“Kya body hai… par nazar uthane ki himmat kiski?”
“Bhai khud aaya hai lene… khatam samjho.”

And Veeru? He didn’t need to speak.

A single smirk curled under his beard as he watched her walk

Look too long, and you won’t live to regret it.