Burning Hearts

11. 𝐀 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫-𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Chapter-11

Author's POV

Her eyes welled up, and tears spilled like a broken dam, her trembling lips quivered, as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

He called her a home wrecker.

What did I do to deserve to be called by that name????

With shaky hands, she wiped the tears and dashed out from there.

Pushing the door open, she barged inside the cabin, closing the door behind her angrily.

A deep sigh that was about to escape her lips turned into a scared gasp looking at the contents on the table.

There was a dark red rose, along with a note attached to it.

How...how did he...come inside my cabin...?

Her neck snapped to the right, she didn't see anyone through the window. Striding towards the table, she looked at the red rose. The thorns weren't trimmed like the last ones.

Stay away from every man other than me, lest you want them to become my prey.

~Ratha.

The note slipped out of her shaky hands.

She dropped on the chair, clutching the note tightly in her fists. Many thoughts crossed her mind.

Who are you, Ratha....???

She didn't understand what was going on. Shiva, whose name she didn't even know just barged inside the classroom, dragged her outside and warned her.

And now the letter and rose showed up in her cabin. She didn't know what was going on.

Her brain refused to work. Typing a sick leave, she left the school immediately.

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Parul's POV

I don't know who is this bloody Ratha and what the hell he wants from me.

That note is a clear-cut warning for me to stay away from every men other than him. 

And that stupid nameless cousin of Aditi, bloody idiot. Bloody Rowdy.

I don't even know him. I have seen him once or twice. Okay, thrice to be more precise.

He has the damn audacity to call me names. Like what the fucking fuck!

I don't usually use cuss words but today, right now, I am so pissed off and so damn sad.

I'm not crying. I don't wanna cry. He doesn't know me. I highly doubt if he has the slightest knowledge about me--my name?

The audacity of that Rowdy to drag me outside and say those mean things! I hope he rots in hell. I seriously do.

I don't even know why he did that.

What did I do?

I'm actually very hurt. Tears are on the verge of streaming down, but I am refusing to cry. I don't want to cry over some random Rowdy's baseless opinions. That's what I am naming it.