《"Vengeance in the Shadows"》


 "Fear Rules Here"

    The story begins with a girl standing on the rooftop of the girls'' hostel, looking down as if preparing to jump. Just as she takes a step forward¡ªcut to black.


    One year later...


    A boy was fast asleep in his room when a voice called out, trying to wake him. "Yaraa, wake up!" He suddenly jolted awake, only to realize¡ªthere was no one there.


    Shaking off the strange feeling, he got up, refreshed himself, and prepared to leave for his new college.


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    This college was one of the most prestigious institutions in the country, known for its academics and reputation. However, beneath its polished image, the hostels were a different world entirely¡ªa lawless, self-governed city within the campus.


    Inside the hostels, students grouped themselves based on caste and alliances. The entire system was ruled by one man¡ªa ruthless leader who was arrogant, cold-hearted, the best fighter in the hostel, and a master manipulator.


    For years, he had ensured that the hostel remained in this chaotic state. Whenever the staff tried to enforce rules or take control, he would manipulate the chairman and shut down any opposition. As a result, the hostel operated under its own brutal system, where staff had no authority, and fear ruled the halls.


    In a college like this, where survival depended on strength, alliances, and power...


    How will Yaraa survive?

 "The Unspoken Rules"

    Yaraa entered the college and wandered around the campus, taking in the atmosphere. It was just like any other college¡ªbusy, vibrant, and full of students excited about the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. Soon, the entrance ceremony began. The college celebrated it like any other institution, and Yaraa enjoyed the event along with the other students.


    After the ceremony, everyone started heading to their respective classrooms. As Yaraa walked through the corridors, he noticed something strange¡ªall the students were wearing something similar, almost like a symbol that represented different groups. Some had different variations, indicating they were part of separate factions.


    Curious, Yaraa tried speaking to some students, but they ignored him completely. Confused, he continued walking toward his classroom. He had chosen B.Com, which had one of the highest student enrollments compared to other courses. Hoping for a better response, he attempted to talk to his classmates, but once again, no one spoke to him.


    Just as he was wondering why everyone was avoiding him, a small piece of paper landed on his desk. Someone had thrown it at him. He picked it up and unfolded it.


    "Meet me at the restroom during break time."


    Yaraa frowned, unsure of what this meant.


    Before he could think further, the class started. A young woman walked in¡ªshe was the professor. She stood at the front and introduced herself.


    "Good morning, everyone. I¡¯m Amala, your professor. Before this, I was a school teacher. Since I¡¯m new here, let¡¯s begin with introductions."


    The classroom remained silent. No one volunteered. Just as Yaraa was about to stand up and introduce himself, a girl sitting in the corner spoke first.


    "Hello, everyone. I¡¯m Tharaa," she said, finishing her introduction quickly.


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    One by one, other students followed. Then, it was Yaraa¡¯s turn. He stood up confidently and said, "Hello, guys. I¡¯m Yaraa."


    The moment his name was spoken, Professor Amala¡¯s eyes widened in shock.


    "You are Yaraa from TNS School?" she asked, surprised.


    "Yes, ma¡¯am. I was your student in school," Yaraa replied with a slight smile.


    "But¡­ I thought you already completed your bachelor¡¯s degree?" she questioned.


    "I did, ma¡¯am," Yaraa answered.


    The entire class gasped and turned to look at him in shock.


    "Then why did you enroll in a bachelor¡¯s course again?" Amala asked, puzzled.


    "Because I¡¯m interested in commerce, ma¡¯am. That¡¯s why," Yaraa replied casually.


    The professor seemed like she wanted to ask more questions, but before she could, Yaraa politely interrupted.


    "Ma¡¯am, let¡¯s continue the introductions. We can talk later in the afternoon."


    Seeing that he didn¡¯t want to discuss it further, she nodded and resumed the session. Once everyone had introduced themselves, she officially began the lesson.


    Just then, the classroom door swung open. A tall, intimidating young man stepped inside. His presence alone made the entire class go silent.


    "Who is Tharaa?" he asked in a commanding voice.


    The professor frowned and asked, "Who are you?"


    The boy smirked. "I¡¯m Tamizh."


    The moment he said his name, the entire classroom tensed up. Fear filled their faces.


    Everyone knew who he was¡ªTamizh, the undisputed ruler of the hostel. He controlled everything that happened there. No one dared to defy him.


    "I asked, who is Tharaa?" he repeated.


    Tharaa stood up confidently. "I am Tharaa."


    Tamizh stared at her for a moment before speaking. "So, you¡¯re the one who said on the phone that you love me, huh?"


    The entire classroom erupted in whispers. All eyes were now on Tharaa.


    She met his gaze fearlessly and replied, "Yes. So what?"


    Tamizh looked at her for a moment before smirking. "Alright then. From now on, we¡¯re dating."


    The classroom erupted in shocked murmurs.


    Tamizh then turned and walked out of the room as if the matter was settled.


    As soon as he left, Tharaa¡¯s friends immediately surrounded her.


    "Tharaa, are you crazy? He¡¯s a dangerous guy! Why would you get involved with someone like him?" one of them asked, clearly worried.


    Tharaa¡¯s expression suddenly changed. A cold, determined look replaced her usual cheerful demeanor.


    "I have my reasons," she said in a serious tone.


    Her friends looked at her, confused and uneasy. They had never seen this side of Tharaa before.


    What was she planning?


    And more importantly, how was Yaraa going to navigate this strange and dangerous new college life?

 "The Secret of the College"

    The third hour ended, and it was now break time. Yaraa was still trying to figure out who had thrown the paper at him earlier.


    As he scanned the classroom, he noticed a student standing near the restroom, waiting for everyone to leave. Once the restroom was empty, the students entered. Yaraa followed and cautiously stepped inside.


    The student turned to him and said, "Hey, I¡¯m Kathir from TPPT."


    Yaraa crossed his arms. "And why did you call me here?"


    Kathir smirked. "I¡¯ve been watching you since this morning. You¡¯ve been trying to talk to people, but no one is talking to you. That made it clear¡ªyou have no idea what¡¯s going on in this college."


    Yaraa narrowed his eyes, now paying close attention.


    Kathir continued, "So, I decided to tell you. The reason no one is talking to you is because of the system in this college. There are four groups that control everything here. Let me explain¡ª"


    Yaraa listened intently as Kathir revealed the structure of the college.


    1. The Rulers (Tamizh¡¯s Group) ¨C The first and most powerful group, led by Tamizh. They created this system and hold ultimate authority over the other groups.


    2. The Hyena Group ¨C This group is responsible for supplying money and resources to the Rulers.


    3. The Spies ¨C They gather and store information on everyone in the college. Their identities are hidden, and they communicate using secret code words.


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    4. The Bodyguards ¨C They train students in fighting and provide security under Tamizh¡¯s rule.


    "Each group has a distinct way of identifying its members," Kathir explained.


    The Rulers wear red hand bands.


    The Hyena Group wears orange threads.


    The Spies have secret code words that even I don¡¯t know.


    The Bodyguards have a unique sign that represents their group.


    Yaraa¡¯s curiosity grew. "And which group do you belong to?"


    Kathir hesitated for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one else was in the restroom. Then, he leaned in slightly and whispered, "I¡¯m in the fifth group."


    Yaraa raised an eyebrow. "Fifth group?"


    Kathir nodded. "Yes. My group¡¯s job is to recruit members for the four main groups. That¡¯s why I¡¯m talking to you now. So¡­ which group are you going to join?"


    Yaraa thought for a moment before asking, "What about the other first-year students?"


    "My group has already spoken to them," Kathir replied. "Some have already chosen their groups, while others are still deciding. But now, tell me¡ªwhich group are you going to join?"


    Without hesitation, Yaraa smirked and said, "I¡¯m going to join your group."


    Kathir''s expression changed instantly. "That¡¯s impossible."


    Yaraa frowned. "Why?"


    Kathir sighed. "Because if you want to join the fifth group, you need to master all the skills of the other three groups¡ªcombat, strategy, and intelligence gathering."


    Yaraa stared at him and asked, "So, do you have all those skills?"


    Kathir grinned confidently. "Of course, I do."


    Without warning, Yaraa attacked.


    Kathir was caught off guard for a second, but he quickly reacted, blocking the strike. The two clashed fiercely, exchanging punches and dodging each other¡¯s attacks. Kathir was strong, but he quickly realized something¡ªYaraa wasn¡¯t fighting at full power.


    Sensing this, Kathir smirked and went all out. After a short but intense fight, Kathir managed to pin Yaraa down.


    "Wow, wow¡­ You¡¯re good at fighting," Kathir said, catching his breath. "So, does that mean you already have all the necessary skills?"


    Yaraa dusted himself off and replied, "You tell me."


    Kathir chuckled. "Alright, we still need to test your other two skills. But not now, because¡ª"


    RING!


    The break was over. The bell rang, signaling the end of their conversation. Both of them returned to the classroom.


    As soon as Yaraa sat down, the boy sitting beside him suddenly turned and asked, "What¡¯s your name?"


    Yaraa froze.


    He looked at the boy, then smirked knowingly. "So¡­ you¡¯re from the third group, huh?"


    The boy¡¯s eyes widened in shock. Before he could say anything, Yaraa turned to Kathir and asked, "So, did I pass the test or not?"


    Kathir grinned. "Yeah, you did."

 "Hidden Truths and Unexpected Dangers"

    Previously on


    Yaraa met Kathir, who revealed the hidden power structure of the college¡ªfour groups secretly controlling everything. Kathir, a recruiter for these groups, tested Yaraa¡¯s skills, and he passed with ease.


    Just when Yaraa thought he had a choice, he was warned that joining Kathir¡¯s group required mastering all the skills of the other groups. As the break ended, Yaraa¡¯s sharp instincts exposed a hidden spy, proving that he was ready for whatever came next.


    "Vengeance in the Shadows"


    After Kathir said, "Yeah, you did," the lunch break started.


    As they walked through the corridor, Kathir looked at Yaraa and asked, "How did you figure out he was in the third group so easily?"


    Yaraa smirked. "Let me show you."


    Flashback:


    The bell rang, signaling the end of the break. All the students returned to the classroom. Kathir casually followed behind Yaraa, but something caught Yaraa¡¯s sharp eyes.


    As he walked, a student crossed his path and briefly locked eyes with Kathir. No words were spoken¡ªyet an entire conversation seemed to pass between them. The communication was so subtle that no one else noticed.


    Then, moments later, that same student approached Yaraa and tried to talk to him.


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    "So that¡¯s how you figured it out," Kathir said, nodding in approval. "You have sharp eyes."


    Yaraa gave a small smile.


    They left the classroom, and Yaraa headed toward the staff room, searching for Amala. But when he arrived, she wasn¡¯t there.


    He pulled out his phone and called her.


    Amala answered, "So, you already have my number?"


    Yaraa replied casually, "Yes, ma¡¯am."


    She chuckled. "Alright, come to the library."


    Yaraa frowned. "Where is it?"


    There was a brief silence before Amala sighed. "You don¡¯t even know where the library is? Fine, just come quickly."


    Yaraa made his way to the library, where Amala was already waiting for him.


    As soon as he arrived, she crossed her arms and asked, "Why are you really here, Yaraa?"


    Yaraa leaned against a nearby shelf and replied, "To study. What else?"


    Amala studied his face, as if trying to read his mind. "If you¡¯re really here just to study, that¡¯s fine. But¡­" she paused, her gaze sharp, "if you have some other reason¡ªsomething that I¡¯m suspecting¡ªthen leave this college immediately."


    Yaraa¡¯s expression turned serious. "I¡¯m only here to study, ma¡¯am."


    Amala seemed to want to say something more, but before she could, Yaraa asked, "Why are you here, ma¡¯am?"


    A strange look passed over her face before she simply replied, "I have my own reasons."


    Yaraa didn¡¯t push for more answers. Instead, he nodded, turned around, and left the library.


    After that, Yaraa decided to head to the canteen.


    He spotted Kathir sitting with his friends, eating and chatting. As soon as he saw Yaraa, Kathir waved him over.


    "Hey, guys," Kathir said, gesturing to Yaraa, "this is the one I told you about."


    Yaraa sat down, casually greeting them as Kathir introduced him to the group. They talked for a while, eating their meals. Eventually, the lunch break ended, and they all returned to class.


    Scene cut _ _ _


    A Night Time


    Everything blurred.


    Yaraa felt dizzy¡ªhis vision swimming in and out of focus.


    When he finally regained some sense of reality, he realized something was wrong. He was not in his room.


    In front of him stood Kathir, speaking to someone in hushed tones. Yaraa couldn¡¯t make out the words, but he could feel it¡ªwhoever the other person was, they exuded danger.


    Suddenly, the mysterious figure stepped toward Yaraa.


    Before Yaraa could react, a strong hand grabbed his hair, yanking his head up. His vision was still hazy, but now he could see the person¡¯s face¡ªcold, calculating eyes staring directly into his.


    The man turned to Kathir and asked, "Are you sure this is the one who said that to you?"


    Kathir didn¡¯t respond.


    Then¡ªa sudden, sharp impact.


    Darkness.


    Yaraa had been knocked out.


    <b><del>To Be Continued¡­</del></b>

 "The Price of Entry"

    The lunch break ended, and everyone returned to their classes.


    In class, Tharaa''s phone rang. She looked at the screen¡ªit was Tamizh calling. She didn¡¯t answer. The phone rang again. This time, she picked up.


    "Why didn¡¯t you answer my call?" Tamizh asked.


    Tharaa replied calmly, "I was in class, that¡¯s why."


    Tamizh sighed. "Okay, after class, wait in your classroom. I¡¯m coming."


    Tharaa hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."


    Meanwhile, Kathir was talking to Yaraa.


    "Come to my house. I¡¯ll teach you how to earn money so you can give," Kathir said.


    "Nope, I don¡¯t want to give it," Yaraa replied.


    Kathir smirked. "Then you can¡¯t join my group. You have two skills, but without money, you won¡¯t be a part of my team."


    Yaraa smiled. "So, without that, I can¡¯t join? Think again. There must be another way."


    Kathir thought for a moment, then said, "Alright. I¡¯ll tell you after class."


    Waiting for an Answer


    After the final bell rang, Tharaa remained in the classroom, waiting for Tamizh.


    Her friends noticed and asked "Hey, why are you still here? Class is over. Let¡¯s go."


    "You guys go ahead. I¡¯ll come in a few minutes," Tharaa replied.


    They exchanged glances but eventually left.


    At the same time, Kathir was looking for Yaraa. He spotted him walking in the corridor and called out, "Yaraa!"


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    Yaraa stopped and turned around.


    Kathir approached him. "There is a way for you to join my group without money."


    Yaraa¡¯s expression remained calm, but inside, he was pleased. This was exactly what he wanted to hear.


    "I spoke with my leader," Kathir continued. "He wants to meet you. Be at the ground at 7 PM."


    Yaraa nodded. "Okay."


    Meanwhile


    Tharaa waited in the classroom, but Tamizh never came. She sighed, feeling as if she had missed something important.


    Just as she was about to leave, Tamizh suddenly came running toward her.


    "I told you to wait in the classroom!" he said.


    Tharaa turned to face him, and the moment he grabbed her hand, she slapped him.


    "How dare you touch me without my permission?" she snapped.


    Tamizh stood there, stunned. For a brief moment, a memory flashed in his mind¡ªa girl from the previous year had reacted the same way. He didn¡¯t ask any further questions.


    Tharaa glared at him. "I said I love you, but that doesn¡¯t mean you can touch me without my consent."


    Tamizh nodded. "Okay. From now on, we¡¯re officially dating. I¡¯ll come to pick you up tomorrow at your home."


    Tharaa was shocked. "No! Wait 50 meters away from my house. I¡¯ll come on my own."


    Tamizh smirked. "Alright." Then he added, "Before you go, tell me¡ªhow did you get my number?"


    Tharaa hesitated. She had a diary that contained details about Tamizh and the college system. After thinking for a moment, she simply said, "A friend gave it to me. Why?"


    Tamizh narrowed his eyes slightly but then shook his head. "Nothing. Just curious."


    Then, he walked away. Tharaa sighed and headed home.


    At 7 PM, Yaraa stood in the ground, waiting for Kathir. He tried calling him, but there was no answer.


    Suddenly, he felt something behind him.


    Before he could react, a heavy blow struck his head.


    His vision blurred.


    Everything spun.


    When he finally regained some sense of awareness, he realized something was wrong.


    He was no longer outside.


    Yaraa found himself in a dimly lit room.


    In front of him stood Kathir, speaking in hushed tones with someone else. Yaraa couldn¡¯t make out the words, but he could feel it¡ªthis other person radiated danger.


    The mysterious figure stepped forward.


    Before Yaraa could react, a strong hand grabbed his hair, yanking his head up. His vision was still hazy, but now he could see the man¡¯s face¡ªcold, calculating eyes staring directly into his.


    The man turned to Kathir. "Are you sure this is the one who said that to you?"


    Kathir didn¡¯t respond.


    The man then looked at Yaraa. "So, you refuse to give us money, but you still want to join the fifth group?"


    Yaraa gave a slight nod.


    The man smirked. "There is a way. You can join my group¡ªbut for that, you have to defeat me in a fight."


    Yaraa nodded again.


    Then¡ªwithout warning¡ªa sudden, sharp impact.


    Darkness.


    Yaraa had been knocked out.


    <b><del>To Be Continued¡­</del></b>