Saved by my Bully

2. Chaos

ARTHUR

I never got a chance to be a kid. Situation and my destiny didn't allow me to be. When I was of the age, when we are under the category of children, I was far different from other children of my age.

Maybe because I had no one around me to take care of me and pamper me, like a child should be pampered. My mother died the day I was born, so I was brought up by my rich and spoilt father.

He never cared about me, but made sure to arrange a babysitter for his son. Well, it was only until I was five years old. Because someone killed my father and all the facilities and the babysitter were then gone.

After my father's death, my life was turned upside down. I was left all alone to face this cruel world.

Unlike all other children of my age then, I didn't get to go school for the elementary education. I remember those days when I starved for food and slept empty stomach.

When I was ten years old, I somehow managed to end up in an orphanage, where timely food, shelter and education was provided.

All the children in the orphanage were alone. But even after life had thrown so many adversities to them, they had some kind of target set for themselves. All of them had their motives set.

And me?

I didn't have any fúcking clue what I wanted. I had no destination. I didn't know what I needed from life. I didn't have any dreams. I often tried to look for something to make my life better.

Until my education got completed, I realised that my peace was not in materialistic things. It was in avenging the man who was responsible for my father's death. The man who was responsible for snatching all my luxuries from me.

I realised that in order to calm all the chaos inside me, I didn't need luxury anymore, I only needed to avenge the reason for my father's death.

Even though, my father had not given me the love and care a father should give his son, but he took care of my basic necessities.

Apart from the revenge, I craved violence too. I craved bloodshed. My mind told me that bloodshed could calm the rising chaos inside me.

It might be because my father's blood ran in my body too. He was a violent goon.

As I grew up, the chaos inside me expanded. I wanted to lash out all the chaos on this world and the people responsible for these chaos inside me.

Coming out of my whirling emotions and thoughts, I tried to focus on the students that sat before me and tried to find the one I was searching for. I didn't take much time for me to find her.

Even though I hate her to the fullest, I have to admit that her pictures didn't do justice to her. She appeared more beautiful in real. She was too fúcking beautiful to be hated.

But I quickly reminded myself that I was not here to appreciate her eternal beauty. But how could anyone stope themselves from not admiring such a beauty?

Her hazel eyes stared back at me. Adorable. She stared to me as if she was staring at a mystery. Obviously, a man like me could never be expected to join a fashion designing course.

For a while, it appeared as if no one was present there, except both of us. The way she was staring at me, it told me that she was in conflict, whether she should step back from a mna like me, or she should come a step closer to me.

I wanted to grab her by her throat and claim her. But not yet. There would be a long way to reach at that fúcking moment. There are so many more things that I have to do with these people.

One moment, she appeared timid and shy, while the very next moment, she appeared valiant.

I heard some girls making stúpid comments on me. But Aanya, she just stared me. Her eyes were captivating. I should not be the one praising her beauty, but I couldn't keep myself back from admiring her natural and flawless beauty.

I had expected a girl with her face caked with makeup. But I met this girl, who probably has no amount of makeup on her face. She doesn't need any makeup at first place. She looks like a fairy who has just now descended from heaven. Haha. How misleading!

Her black, perfectly curly hair reached till her shoulders. With he right amount of luster on her cheeks, she glowed naturally. She plump, and orange colored puty lips only added more to her beauty.

Not that I had never seen beautiful women in my thirty years of life, she was something beyond someone could describe the word perfect.

Without even smiling, the dimples on both of her cheeks were slightly visible, I could imagine how deep her dimples would appear when she would smile or laugh.

With her height more than most of the girls present here, she still aould manage to reach slightly higher than my shoulders. The skirt was enough to let everyone know that she owned creamy white skin throughout all her curvy and séxy body.

I walked to her with a fake smile plastered on my face, held out my hand for her to shake and said, "Hello! I'm Arthur Martin, new student here."

She looked dumbstruck, gaped and blinked a few times, before she turned back. I guess she was confirming that I had spoke that sentence tobher only.

"H-Hello!" She finally spoke in a barely audible voice. Fúcking pretentious girl! I would never believe that she is as innocent and shy as she is trying to appear.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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