Rajveer Singh Sandhu Is the President of Chandigarh National University, a final-year Political Science student, and the undisputed power center of campus politics. Known as the rising face of the RSVP student faction, his influence stretches far beyond lecture halls—into administration corridors, student bodies, and unspoken hierarchies. His presence alone is enough to shift the atmosphere. Professors avoid crossing him. Students don’t dare meet his eyes. And when his footsteps echo through a corridor, conversations die without warning. He doesn’t win elections—he dominates them. The same ruthless precision defines everything he does, whether it’s politics or personal conflicts. Crossing him isn’t just a mistake—it’s a lesson people don’t survive repeating. 25 years old Gym-toned body with broad shoulders and defined build Messy, natural hair not overly styled Wears: White gold chain , Thick silver kada His physicality isn’t just about attractiveness—it’s about presence. Even at rest, he feels powerful.

On the bed lay a man , half naked , wearing only his black trousers. He was 25, his hair a messy wave , a white gold chain resting on his neck and a thick silver kada on his wrist. He slept on his stomach , the only sound in the room being the soft hum of the AC. A low , deep groan escaped him as he stirred under the blanket. Slowly the blanket slides down revealing his gym toned body , broad shoulders,toned biceps and wheat colour skin. Few minutes later he was ready and went downstairs, having breakfast with his parents and getting scolded by his father as usual. Soon he finished and picked up his keys and left without a word. Getting into his black Thar and driving out on the roads of Chandigarh. His black Thar entered the university and parked at his usual spot, the far right corner. The spot wasn't officially reserved, no sign of board, yet no one dared to park there. He reached towards the dashboard , picked up his gun, checked it with practiced ease, and tucked it at his waist beneath his shirt. He stepped out. The sunlight caught the silver kada wrapped around his wrist as he shut the door with controlled ease. He didn't look around to see who was watching. He never did. His friends were standing by the staircase, he went towards them.