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CHAPTER 17 - THE UNSEEN THREADS

Author's POV:

Hariday's frustration and Yazmin's growing insecurity set the stage for a charged confrontation.

Yazmin, freed from Hariday's grip, confronted him with an intensity that made the air around them crackle with tension.

Yazmin: (demanding) What the hell were you two doing inside the study room all alone?

Hariday, feeling the pressure of Yazmin's inquiry, hesitated before responding.

Hariday: (hesitatingly) We were working on the flyers for the poetry battle, Rachna Raas.

Yazmin, unable to comprehend the situation, became increasingly insecure and pressed for a more direct answer.

Yazmin: Rachna, what?? Harry, I'm repeating my question. What were you two doing inside the study all alone?

Growing frustrated, Hariday attempted to clarify the situation, but Yazmin's paranoia began to take over.

Hariday: (frustrated) I told you, I was helping her make the flyers.

Yazmin, feeling a surge of insecurity, approached Hariday closely, her eyes reflecting a hint of madness.

Yazmin: (warningly) You will not go anywhere near that woman, understood?

Hariday, with a mix of fear and defiance in his eyes, looked into Yazmin's eyes and asserted his independence.

Hariday: (confidently) You can't tell me who I can or cannot be around. She's a close friend, and you're not in a position to dictate my choices.

With that, Hariday left Yazmin standing alone in the hallway, her eyes burning with obsession and possessiveness. As he walked away from the house, the weight of their unresolved conversation lingered, leaving the future of their relationship hanging in the balance

Author's POV:

Yazmin's room transformed into a chaotic battleground as she stormed in, unleashing a torrent of emotions.

Yazmin: (angrily) How dare he get close to that village girl? Who does she think she is, making Hariday feel comfortable?

Pillows and objects were hurled across the room, mirroring the turmoil inside Yazmin's mind. The mere thought of Hariday and Mahalaxmi nearly hugging acted as a catalyst, igniting a fiery rage within her.

Yazmin: (shouts) Hariday is mine. He belongs to me.

In the confined space of her room, Yazmin engaged in a manic, obsessive monologue, her emotions pouring out in a torrent of words.

Yazmin: (obsessively) How long does he think he can escape? He has to be with me. If not with me, I'll make sure his life becomes a living hell.

As she paced back and forth, Yazmin's internal dialogue took a dark turn. The obsession with Hariday intensified, fueling her determination to claim him at any cost.

Yazmin: (determined) No one can take him away from me, especially not that insignificant village girl. I'll make sure he's mine, and if he tries to resist, I'll make him regret it. He can't escape me.

In the throes of her obsession, Yazmin's mind became a battleground of possessiveness and determination, setting the stage for a tumultuous conflict that would shape the dynamics among Hariday, Mahalaxmi, and herself.

Author's POV:

In a sudden revelation, a sinister idea crossed Yazmin's mind. She swiftly grabbed her phone, dialed a number, and engaged in a conversation that lasted about 30 minutes. With a devilish smile playing on her lips, she ended the call.