My plan was to run away from him. He's a psychopathic monster, but you know the thing about monsters?
~They always follow, They always haunt.
They forever stalk, They never stop.
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He buried...
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Sana's POV:
As I stood there, feeling the tension in the air, I suddenly noticed Aarav's hand was still on my waist. It made me feel uneasy, like I needed to step away. So, I gently moved back, creating some space between us.
Aarav seemed to notice too, and an awkward silence fell between us.
I wondered why he had acted the way he did. Was he really concerned for me, or was there something else going on?
I couldn’t ignore the memories of his family’s past actions that still haunted me.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"I... I appreciate your help."
Aarav’s gaze softened as he looked at me, and I saw something hard to read in his eyes.
"You don’t need to thank me,I couldn’t just watch while those guys were bothering you."
As this happened in the bar, my mind was a mess of emotions. I noticed how good he was at pretending to be nice. I still felt deep anger towards his family, and it was hard to forget.
He’s really good at pretending Despite my anger, I managed to keep a calm face, hiding my true feelings.
My hatred for Aarav grew with every moment. I forced a small smile and broke the silence, my voice curious.
“So, what brings you to this bar tonight?” I asked, searching his eyes for answers, even though I already knew the reason.
Aarav hesitated, his expression guarded as he chose his words.
“Just needed a change of scenery,” he finally replied.
I gave him a small nod and turned to leave. As I walked away, I whispered quietly,
"Mr Aarav, I'll make sure that our paths cross again, and that moment will be the start of something bigger".
Aarav's POV:
She said goodbye to the bar and left, moving gracefully through the crowd. I noticed she took a moment to collect her thoughts as she walked away.
However my own thoughts betrayed me ....
As I watched Sana's long hair sway with each step, I felt a strong urge of desire. My eyes moved down to her hips and the way her figure moved gracefully.
Part of me wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel the softness of her skin.
I noticed how her long hair flipped, and I thought, “I’d love to spank her!” [ My inner voice yelled this loudly in my mind.]
"I know every little detail about you, Ms. Sana and when I say every, I mean every."
