"Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Why do you want to marry me? We barely know each other!"
He let out a low, menacing chuckle, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I know you better than I've ever known anyone, Zaya," he sn...
"As I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind was a jumble of thoughts. Memories of past events flooded my brain, each one a reminder of the tumultuous journey that had brought me to this moment. The words "You're mine, Zaya, mine forever" echoed in my mind, a haunting whisper that sent a shiver down my
I kicked my legs in frustration, the motion a futile attempt to shake off the emotions that had taken hold. But the sound of my phone ringing broke the spell, snapping me back to reality. I hesitated for a moment before reaching for the device, wondering who could be calling me at this hour.
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I hesitated, phone in hand, as the unknown number flashed on my screen. Probably another junk call it might be, I thought, my thumb hovering over the decline button. But then, a memory flashed in my mind - Shifa's recent mention of a new SIM card. She was notorious for changing her phone and number as often as her outfits, leaving us friends scrambling to keep up.
I answered the call, hoping to hear Shifa's cheerful voice on the other end. But instead, a deep, husky "Hey" resonated through the line, sending a shiver down my spine. It was a voice that seemed familiar, yet impossible to place. My mind raced as I tried to pinpoint where I had heard it before, but it lingered just out of reach, teasing me like a forgotten melody."
Confusion turned to shock as the voice spoke again. 'What's up, baby girl? Are you there?' The deep tone was unmistakable, sending shivers down my spine. My heart raced as I sat up straight, mind reeling with the realization. A voice I thought was lost forever, one that haunted my dreams and memories, was on the other end of the line.
Why is this guy calling me now! What does he need from me? And from where does he got my number? these questions ran through my mind
" Zaya... I know that you are in there... now fucking say something' he spat through the phone
i was irritated by the way this guy was commanding me to do everything...i was never a girl who allowed people to command me other than abbu and ammie,and here is this guy who is dominating me even through the phone also how carelessly was he using the F words..I was getting irritated by his tone..
"'Really, Zaya?' he said, his smirking tone radiating confidence. I could almost see his mischievous grin, feel his assured energy as if he were standing right in front of me.
"You think it's difficult for me to get your number?...' He chuckled, his voice dripping with self-assurance. 'Your number's been with me for a while now... I just didn't bother calling until now. Like I said, I know you better than you think, Zaya. Don't play dumb with me, I own this game...' His words were laced with a possessive tone, as if he had a claim on me, making my skin crawl with unease."
" Why did you call ?? "I asked, my tone firm
" It seems like you aren't that happy with my call...it's ok sweetie.. I know that you aren't just happy with my voice so i've decided to come meet you by myself...wait a little longer...try to not miss me too baby i will be there tomorrow.. "he said in a flirty tone as if i am his long distance girlfriend dying to meet him...
" Whaaaaaaaaaaattttttt????? " i was shocked by the information he just shared i wasn't sure whether he was joking or not
"It seems like...you're already excited to meet me huh? "...
I cursed under my breath, exasperated by his audacity. 'Can't this guys just leave me alone?!' I fumed, slamming my finger onto the 'end call' button, silencing his smooth talk before he could utter anymore nonsense..
'I was done with this guy the way he talks the way he calls me names the way he dominates me and his mare existence itself I was done with all...' I breathed out in frustration
Just as I thought I'd escaped his charm offensive, my phone pinged again. I opened the message, my irritation reigniting like a wildfire. It was him, again! "A bit harsh, cutting me off like that," he messaged, his tone dripping with a mock hurt.
"But don't worry, I'll make sure you never repeat it."...it was more like a warning than a simple word even his texts scream his dominance..
"C.u. soon zee !!",...
I threw my phone irritated and didn't bother to reply that lunatic back...
"His words still lingered in my mind, a testament to his arrogance. Every phrase, every sentence, every reminiscence was etched in my memory like a scar. Even the scent of his cologne lingered, a bittersweet reminder of our encounter. My olfactory receptors seemed addicted to it, much to my dismay.
As I finally drifted off to sleep, I felt myself being pulled back to the comfort of my own space. I missed my bed, my sanctuary, and my trusty cuddle pal - my pillow. I hugged it tightly, squeezing it as if it could chase away the lingering memories. There's no place like home, and nothing beats the comfort of your own room."
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