The school corridors were alive—but not alive enough to notice him.
Laughter bounced off the walls, chalk dust floated like forgotten memories, and conversations collided in chaotic harmony. Yet, in the middle of it all, Kraven walked like a shadow—present, but never seen.
“Kraven.”
The voice came from behind.
He stopped.
Davis leaned against the staircase railing, sunlight slicing through iron bars behind him.
“Do you even recognize yourself anymore?” Davis asked.
Kraven gave a faint smile. “Why? Did I disappear?”
Davis stepped closer. His voice dropped.
“No. That’s the problem. You’re still here… but you’ve chosen not to exist.”
Kraven looked away.
Silence stretched.
Then he whispered,
“How do you become something… when you don’t even know what you are?”
Davis didn’t answer.
Because some questions aren’t meant to be solved.
They’re meant to burn.
---
And then… she walked in.
Claire.
No dramatic entry. No noise. No effort.
Yet something shifted.
It wasn’t the air.
It wasn’t the light.
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It was the feeling.
The classroom didn’t react—
it adjusted.
She sat quietly, opened her notebook, and became part of the room like she had always belonged there.
But Kraven noticed.
He didn’t know why.
He just did.
---
The first internals took place and everyone wrote fought their own battle.
And, the Results day arrived like judgment.
Names were called. Marks were announced.
Then—
“Claire.”
The First ranker.
Not just first—effortlessly first.
A murmur spread.
“How does she do that?”
“She barely even studies…”
Kraven stared at the board.
Something stirred inside him.
Not jealousy.
Not envy.
Something unfamiliar.
He leaned back in his chair and whispered to himself,
“What if… I could become someone worth standing beside her?”
That question changed everything.
---
The battle didn’t begin outside.
It began within.
Late nights replaced careless sleep.
Books opened. Stayed open. Stayed longer.
Prabhu tossed a notebook onto his desk one evening.
“If you’re going to fail, at least fail trying,” he said.
Vardhan smirked.
“And if you don’t try, we’ll make your life miserable.”
Kraven looked at them.
Then at the book.
Then back at them.
“Fine,” he said quietly.
“But if I start… I won’t stop.”
Prabhu grinned.
“That’s exactly what we want.”
Days turned into nights.
Nights turned into silent wars.
Kraven wasn’t studying for marks anymore.
He was studying to prove—to himself—that he could change.
And slowly… impossibly…
The second internals too, were over.
And our hero?
He did it!
---
One morning, the teacher paused mid-roll call.
“…Kraven?”
The class turned.
Not in mockery.
In surprise.
The marks were announced.
Topper list.
His name.
The same boy who once hovered near failure now stood among the best.
Davis leaned over and whispered,
“So happy for you Brother. Look at you now. This is the Kraven, I wanted to see since the beginning. And now, you are, what you are...!”
Kraven didn’t smile.
Because the real battle wasn’t over.
Not yet.
---
Speaking to Claire.
That was his real fear and ambition too.
He could solve problems.
He could write answers.
But when she looked at him—
Everything vanished.
One day, she glanced at him during class.
Just a second.
But it felt like time paused.
Kraven looked down instantly.
Later, Timon laughed.
“You can top exams but not talk to one girl?”
Kraven sighed.
“Some battles aren’t about courage…”
“Then what?”
“…they’re about truth.”
---
It began with a sketch.
A simple doodle.
Then another.
And another.
One evening, his younger brother in the home, held up a drawing of shin-chan and said,
“It’s good because I feel it Big-Bro.”
Kraven froze.
Feel it.
That night, his pen changed.
It didn’t write.
It expressed.
He created comics—funny, dramatic, emotional.
Each panel carried a piece of him.
Davis cleaned them up.
Brevis added humor.
Timon and Simon spread them across the class.
Soon, laughter followed his work.
Students waited for the next one.
But Kraven waited for only one reaction.
Claire’s.
---
Rain tapped against the windows like impatient fingers.
The classroom felt smaller.
Quieter.
Brevis slipped a comic onto Claire’s desk.
Kraven watched.
Heart racing.
She read.
Page after page.
Expression unchanged.
Silence unbearable.
But, internally, she loved every of the scenes.
She really experienced his writings as a motion picture.
Confusion engulfed the young-boy and he left the classroom sadly.
___
The rain stopped and it was their games period.
Kraven was wandering alone, hovered with sadness, in the ground while his other mates were fully enjoying their one and only playtime.
Before he could move any further, Vismira stepped in front of him.
“Tell me the truth,” she said.
“Do you like her?”
Kraven didn’t hesitate.
“I respect her,” he said.
“I admire her.”
“That’s not an answer, bro.”
He met her eyes.
“I won’t lie to her. I won’t hurt her. That’s enough. But, I truly love her. Don't know how to express my feelings. But, I do. Even, I can keep the whole world aside for her. Those comics too, were made for her. To give her an experience, to relieve her stress from studies, to get me a chance to talk to her at least for once. But I failed in this task. I think, I couldn't face her forever. Let my rest of this story end with me only.”
Vismira broke down in tears.
She ran forward, hugged him from.the back and said, "You are truly one of a kind Kraven."
Kraven held her palms, smiled lightly and started moving ahead.
Then,
A voice interrupted—
“What the hell just happened?.”
Claire stepped forward.
The area froze.
“What's that hug for Vismira?” she asked.
Vismira smirked, "You don't know Claire. He's a rouge. He used me over you. He himself asked me to hug him. He don't love you. He's just a failure of life."
Claire raised her hand—
SLAP.
The sound echoed.
Vismita fell down.
“Stop this non-sense right away. I heard everything. Beny brought me here, earlier itself. We were hiding behind the tree and listening to everything that happened. He hides because he feels more than all of you combined,” Claire said.
“That’s not weakness.”
She turned slightly.
“That’s real. I truly understood his feelings now. I can't lose him just like that. Even after knowing what kind of a man he is. Go. Apologize to him and get him to me.”
But, from a distance, they saw Kraven coming towards them with a gentle smile on his face.
Claire didn't understand.
Kraven came and looked straight to her.
For the first time—
their eyes didn’t break.
Kraven said, "Thank you for helping me out, Vismira and Beny."
Claire didn't understand. She asked Beny.
Beny explained, "Yeah Claire. It's all pre-planned, by Vismira himself, to bring you and Kraven together. Vismita knew Kraven's feelings for you, but, to make it true from your side too, she asked me and Kraven to perform this act infront of you. That's why I brought you up here."
Tears streamed down from Claire's eyes.
She hugged Vismira and cried.
She apologized to her for her rude behaviour towards her.
Vismira smiled and kept Claire's palm in Kraven's.
For the first time, Kraven and Claire looked into each other so closely.
Beny and Vismira left the area for the newly formed couple to celebrate their beautiful moment.
---
Time moved. 12th grade came
As their Grades too, improved consistently.
Moments passed.
But something stayed.
Claire's birthday arrived.
The park was calm, filled with a gentle breeze and soft sunlight filtering through the trees.
Kraven walked up to her and pulled her into a warm embrace.
"Happy birthday, my dear,"
he whispered softly.
"May you always live this happily."
Claire smiled through her joy, hugging him tighter before placing a soft kiss on his cheek..
"Thank you, dear."
Her eyes sparkled.
Kraven then handed her a neatly wrapped gift.
Claire looked at him, her smile deepening.
"Why this, baby? You are the biggest gift God has given me."
Kraven chuckled softly.
"Even then... I should gift something to the most precious gift in my life, right? Go on... open it. There's a surprise."
Curious and excited, Claire carefully unwrapped it.
Inside-
lay a simple handkerchief.
She paused for a second.
"Oh... thank you for this," she said, though a hint of confusion lingered in her voice.
Kraven noticed and smiled knowingly.
"You're wondering what's special about it, right?"
Claire nodded shyly.
Kraven's voice softened.
"I made it myself... I stitched it. And if you look closely... you'll find your name woven into every block of its design."
Claire's eyes widened.
She looked again-this time carefully.
And there it was.
Her name... delicately stitched, over and over.
Her expression melted.
"Oh... that's so sweet of you," she whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't notice it earlier."
Kraven gently held her hands.
"It's okay," he said softly.
"Just remember one thing... whenever you feel hurt, use this."
He paused.
"Even if I'm not there with you someday... this will remind you of me."
Claire's smile faded slightly.
"Don't say things like that, Kraven,"
she said, almost pleading.
"Why wouldn't you be with me? You are mine... forever."
Her voice turned firm, filled with love and belief.
"And I promise... I'll use this handkerchief only when my tears fall for you."
She smiled faintly.
"And I hope... that day never comes."
---
Not everyone liked his transformation.
Visro.
The backbencher, who too liked Claire at her first sight itself, but, didn't get a chance after hearing upon the rumours and Kraven's involvement.
A past rivalry with Kraven, during their 8th class, turned into silent hatred.
One day, during the games hour, he stepped forward.
“You unworthy fool. Be a hero,” he said mockingly.
“Steal a trophy from the principal’s office.”
The class went silent.
“Or what, if I didn't?” Kraven asked calmly.
Visro smiled.
“Or lose everything. I meant about Claire.”
Kraven stepped closer.
“I’m not here to prove anything to you.”
“Then walk away.”
Kraven paused. Thought of Claire's dignity. To save her honor, he accepted to take this risk.
Then said—
“I don’t walk away anymore. Will do this, only for her.”
---
Kraven hids the CCTV using a cloth, throwing over it, from.the backside and sneaked inside the principal cabin when he noticed sir moving out for a work.
But, when he grabbed the Trophy and was coming out, the plan failed.
To no one's knowledge, Visro gathered The principal, the teachers and all the students of their batch, in front of the cabin, when Kraven went inside it.
Kraven was caught red handed.
The principal’s voice thundered.
“Disappointment doesn’t even begin to describe this, Kraven.”
Kraven stayed silent.
But what hurt more—
was Claire’s silence. She too, clenched her jaw and looked angrily over him.
Poor Kraven didn't have the luck of fate also.
What he did is just closing his eyes, holding the trophy steadily and praying internally, while tears rushing down his clossed eyes.
---
Fate intervened.
Just when it seemed hopeless, hidden videos surfaced—recorded by classmate Desna, who recorded everything by mistake in her phone which she got that day for the shooting purpose of games and fun memories—
that exposed Visro’s manipulation, when she showed it after reviewing, to the principal only.
The principal, moved towards Kraven, pretending to slap him.
But, to everyone's shock, he turned his fury on Visro, declaring expulsion. He thanked Desna for revealing the truth to him before.
But Kraven intervened.
“Sir, forgive him. Anger won’t fix anything.”
The principal, moved, relented. Even Visro, fell at Kraven’s feet in apology, when forced by the principal.
Still, he couldn't resist that humiliation.
Visro looked up, broken, or was it just looking like that?
“Why would you do this?”
Kraven answered softly.
“Because I know what it feels like to be lost.”
---
As the crowd dispersed, Claire, who snapped out of her shock on knowing the truth from Desna regarding Visro's jealousy, overwhelmed and ran after Kraven.
“Please don’t go!” she cried and reached outside the main gate.
For the first time, though they loved each other so deeply, Kraven met her gaze without fear.
Emotions pent up for five years threatened to pour out.
He said, "Sorry dear. I have to...!"
She said, "Kraven, why did you do this? For me right? To save my dignity right? And you are now leaving just like that. How could I stay quiet after knowing this? I have to confess now. I love you Kraven. I love you so much. No matter what the world thinks off, what my parents understand, I don't care, babe. It's my promise over your gift to me. This handkerchief. I just want to live the rest of my life with you, after our studies. "
Kraven got his tears out, which were his feelings for her, from the day 1 onwards, which he has hidden inside him.
The rain showered as cherry blossoms over the couple.
He hugged her and she kissed him.
But before words could form, tragedy struck.
A knife flashed from behind—aimed at Claire. Kraven shoved her aside, taking the blow himself, over his side-neck.
Blood stained his hands as he pulled the blade free and pressed it into Claire’s trembling palms.
The attacker: Visro, who did so, to avenge Kraven by killing Claire, for whom, Kraven can do anything.
Visro smirked with a demonic laugh, "I will also see Claire, that how could you live without him. Ha ha ha ha haa!!!"
The security guards caught upon a laughing Visro, called to his parents, to the police and then they took him away.
But, when Claire and Kraven's parents knew about this, and came running to the medical ward, to see an unconscious Kraven, who rescued Claire by blocking the Knife's way to make it stab himself instead of her.
Claire's father slapped Kraven in a state of hustle and protectiveness of his daughter but later got to know the truth from Claire's friends and herself.
Though, terrified of Kraven's influence, Visro's attack and future problems, he had acted in desperate overprotection.
Yet seeing Kraven’s sacrifice, he broke down, confessing his fear.
His decision was final: the
family would leave for America.
---
Kraven, when got discharged from the hospital, after a few days, got to know from Davis regarding Claire's departure is on the same date, he rushed to her immediately, with Davis along.
He reached to her place and shocked upon seeing their goods and family getting ready to leave for the airport.
Confusion.
Fear.
Regret.
Claire’s father stepped forward in anger, though hiding his true emotions.
“Stay away from her! We're leaving now.”
Kraven didn’t argue.
Because some moments… don’t need defense.
They need acceptance.
Kraven, weak but standing, asked for one thing. “Sir, allow me to speak… without words.”
He held Claire’s hands, letting his tears fall onto her palms.
Then, with a soft embrace, he
whispered, “Forget me if you must. Forgive me if I’ve erred. But if ever you’re in trouble, I’ll be
there—even against the world.”
He turned to her parents, bowed, and walked away.
Claire wanted to scream, to fight, but her voice failed.
Her father led her away, her mother silent.
Kraven's best friend, Claire's brother-like figure, Davis watching in grief.
On the flight to America, Claire closed her eyes, trying to bury every memory.
But the echo of:
Kraven’s silent symphony lingered in her heart.
---
She left.
He stayed.
And what remained—
wasn’t love.
Wasn’t friendship.
It was something deeper.
Something undefined.
Something eternal.
---
Claire × Kraven ≠ Together Forever
But legends…
don’t need endings.
They wait for the next beginning.
Because, The End.......
Is still too far...........!!!!
---
KRAVEN: PART II AWAITS.........
An original-fictional story written by:
V. Sri Kartikeya
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