My Sweet And Sassy Love

|| EPISODE 33 ||

Aryan's POV

I made her upset! The realization hit me hard, and a wave of regret washed over me.

"Why can't you just stop making me feel things for you?" I muttered to myself, frustration bubbling up inside. I saw her run towards the beach, and my heart sank. What if something happened to her out there in the cold? She could fall ill, and I couldn't shake the worry gnawing at me.

I felt like a helpless teenager, all out of sorts over a spat with my girl. My heart was pounding like thunder, each beat resonating with the memory of her laughter, her radiant smile, and the sheer joy she brought into my life. She was the perfect creation of God, a rare gem among the ordinary—a blend of beauty, innocence, and spirit that made me lose my footing with every glance.

From the moment I had seen her at the orphanage, I had fallen for her, though I hadn't acknowledged it until recently. I thought becoming friends would straighten my thoughts, but it did the opposite: it pulled me deeper into the abyss of my feelings for her. Her pure soul, twinkling eyes, soothing voice, and that intoxicating scent of jasmine made me dizzy with longing.

Is it normal to feel so out of control around someone? Why couldn't I rein in my desire and admiration for her? It was maddening! I used to easily brush off advances from other women, never allowing myself to get involved. But Sarah was different; she unraveled me in the best possible way.

I winced at the memory of her in that puffy pink towel, and oh, that blue swimsuit... my heart raced with a mixture of admiration and protectiveness. I wanted to strangle the person who bought that swimsuit for her, knowing she wouldn't have chosen it herself. Abhi's eyes on her ignited a jealousy in me that I couldn't explain, an overwhelming urge to claim her as my own.

I have to apologies to her if I want her. I, The Aryan Singhania, who never apologized to anyone before is going to apologies to my love, Sarah even her name is refreshing.

Walking to beach I saw Sarah with her friends, I was about to go to them when I heard Sarah's tearful voice, My hand turned into fist when I heard her shaking voice,

"Since my childhood me and my parents lived in Delhi. Everything is as clear as crystal in my memory. It was the night seven years ago, that day was my sixteenth birthday. We were really happy, my Paa wanted me to visit the fair held in Noida. It was raining that day. We three were going to that city with our car. But in between our journey we were kidnapped by a group of people making us unconscious. They took us somewhere else.....

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a secluded, abandoned warehouse. I was terrified—really terrified. It was dark, and no one was there. I tried to free my hands from the iron chains but failed every time. I shouted for my parents over and over again.

"Mummy! Paa! Where are you guys? Please don't scare me! Please answer me, Mom! Paa, I'm really scared! Paa, your princess is scared... please!"

But there was no response. I cried for help.

"Help me! Please, someone help me! I beg you... Help me, please!"

But no one came. I felt fragile, vulnerable. All I could think about was my parents; the fear was overwhelming as I frantically struggled against the chains.

He was a junior from school—the one I had slapped for misbehaving in front of the whole school. That monster was none other than Abhishek's younger brother, Badal. Abhishek was my best friend till eleventh grade. I first met Badal through Abhishek. I never knew when and how I became his obsession. Unknown to me He started to stalk me everywhere and one day he proposed to me in the school auditorium, but I never liked him. I only met him once, I never talked to him, I never knew him completely then how I could like him back?! So declined his proposal but he took that refusal on his ego and started to force me Infront of everyone, that is when I slapped him. For me It was the end of his chapter but for him... maybe it was the beginning of his cruelty. I never thought that it would be him but the truth was the person who kidnapped me was him, Badal. He looked at me like some crazy as he came closer and cupped my face gently.