At a young age, tragedy struck her life when her parents were taken from her in a devastating accident, leaving her to seek refuge in the home of her neighbors. In the aftermath of such profound loss, she transformed into a quiet, gentle soul, her laughter stifled and her spirit dulled. However, everything changed when their son entered her life, igniting a spark of joy that had long been extinguished. His presence brought light to her world, and for a fleeting moment, she felt the warmth of happiness enveloping her once more.
Yet, as her heart opened, she became excessively kind, almost too trusting, her sweetness radiating like a beacon. This innocence, however, did not go unnoticed; it made her vulnerable to the whims of others. Friends could easily slip into her life, and admirers could easily fall for her charm, which gnawed at him with an unsettling worry. The thought of her mingling with others, of her kindness being exploited, consumed him.
His feelings morphed into an all-consuming obsession, a possessiveness that wrapped around her like a vine, tightening with every passing moment. In his eyes, she was meant to belong solely to him, a treasure to be cherished and protected from the world's harshness. Anyone who dared to approach her, anyone he perceived as a potential threat, would find themselves swiftly removed from her life.
To him, the only way to ensure her safety and happiness was to keep her entirely to himself, away from the prying eyes and greedy hearts of others. She was his, and he would stop at nothing to guard that claim, believing that in his embrace, she would find the only true love she would ever need.
His hand lifted slowly, almost shaking, until his knuckles brushed her cheek.
"Don't touch me."
"I told you," he said, stepping closer until his chest nearly touched hers, "I won't hurt you. But I will touch you."
"You think that's any different?"
"Not when it's me," he said without hesitation."You'll see the difference."
"You're mad," she whispered.
"Mad is chasing something that doesn't exist," he murmured. "But you... you exist. I can see you, breathe you, touch you."
He pressed his palm to the wall beside her head, caging her in.
"You're mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to..." his eyes flicked down to her lips, lingering, "...claim."
Her breath hitched. "Claim? I'm not yours."
"You were mine the moment I saw you," he said, his hand sliding to her jaw. "Every fear, every wall you hide behind-they're mine now. I'll tear them down, one by one, until there's nothing left between us."
Her lips trembled. "Why me?"
"Because I've never wanted anyone else," he whispered. "And I never will."
She searched his face desperately for a trace of softness, but there was none.
"You can't just decide that."
"I didn't decide," he murmured. "It happened the second I saw you. The second you looked at me in a way no one else ever has."
"I never-"
"You did," he cut her off "You're trying to forget it because you're scared. But fear doesn't change the truth."
His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth.
"I told you before... don't talk to Varun. Don't marry him. You'll only marry me. Because you're mine."
Her eyes stung, tears threatening. "Stop saying that me... you'll feel me."
Her voice cracked. "You're insane."
"And you're my obsession."