The black SUVs were lined up outside the university gates, men in dark shades and crisp suits leaning casually against them, but the air was anything but casual. Among them stood Deva—6’4 of pure dominance, right hand of Veeru Bhai, a man feared by most, respected by all. Ruthless, sharp, and merciless.

Yet, the moment she stepped out, a shift took place.

His woman. For two years now.

Yn walked out, unaware of the way every pair of eyes turned to Deva, waiting for the reaction they knew was coming. Even Veeru Bhai, standing beside him, smirked.

“There she is,” one of the men teased, nudging Deva. “Hope you didn’t piss her off today, bhai. We still remember last time—poor bastard didn’t stand a chance against her slap.”

Laughter echoed, but Deva? He only clicked his tongue, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes locked on her. A ruthless bastard to the world, but when it came to her?

“*Chup be,” *he muttered, but the amused glint in his eyes betrayed his act. Because even he knew—he’d rather take a bullet than her wrath.