𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Chapter 19:-"Don't test my patience, Misha,"

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⚠️Slightly mature content ahead ⚠️

"Finally awake, Sugar," he said, his voice thick with a creepy, fake sweetness.

He walked toward the small bed, each step slow and heavy. She wanted to scream, to struggle, but fear had paralyzed her, making her body feel as heavy as lead.

He stopped just a few feet in front of her, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous, predatory look as he watched her shaking.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice lowering to a soft whisper. "You'll come to like this place. It'll be our own little safe haven, far away from the dangers out there."

His words filled her with a new surge of fear. Haven? This cold, lifeless prison wasn't a haven. It was a cage, and she was the helpless bird locked inside.

"Let me go, Aap aise kyun kar rahe hai," she pleaded, her voice rough and strained from lack of use.

(Why are you doing this ? )

He responded with a cold, joyless laugh. "Let you go? And where would you even go, Sugar? You're safe here. With me, mere paas."

(Close to me )

Safe? The word felt foreign on his tongue, a cruel mockery of her situation.

"I'm not safe," she whispered, tears filling her eyes once again. "You're keeping me prisoner."

"Prisoner?" He pretended to be shocked, raising his eyebrows in fake surprise. "Arre, don't be so dramatic, Sugar. Socho, it's like an extended vacation. Just you and me."

He extended his hand toward her, but she jerked away, the memory of his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Don't touch me," she snapped, a spark of defiance lighting up inside her.

For a brief second, his smile wavered, and a flash of something like anger crossed his face. But just as quickly, it disappeared, replaced by his usual unsettling calmness.

"As you wish, Sugar," he said, his voice as smooth as silk. "But don't worry, tum maan jaogi. Eventually, you'll understand how much I care about you."

(You'll come around)

Misha's disappointment and anger simmered just beneath the surface, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity that matched the sharpness of her words. "You can't control my life, Vedansh. I won't allow you to decide who I can or cannot be close to."

Vedansh's face remained emotionless, his gaze cold and unyielding as he stared her down.

"I can, and I will," he repeated, his voice a deep growl that sent chills through Misha. "No one will come between us, Misha. No one. This is my way of showing my love."

Shaking her head in disbelief, Misha struggled to understand the depths of his obsession. "This isn't love, Vedansh. It's possession. Control," she argued, her voice trembling with emotion.

"I refuse to be a prisoner in my own life."

But Vedansh stood firm, his resolve as solid as ever. He stepped closer, his looming presence casting a dark shadow over her.

"You belong to me, Misha," he said, his voice heavy with possessiveness. "And I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side."

Misha's heart raced as the full extent of Vedansh's obsession became clear, a wave of fear creeping through her.