Obsession: His Madness

Krishna Puja

    

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It was a quiet night, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning in the background. Veerendra lay in his bed, deep in slumber, his mind far away in the land of dreams. Suddenly, he stirred, a faint awareness creeping into his consciousness as he felt a subtle movement in the room.

Groggily, he blinked his eyes open, trying to make sense of the disturbance. Was it just his imagination playing tricks on him, or was there really someone else in the room? He lay still for a moment, listening intently, his senses on high alert.

Then, he heard it – the faint sound of someone moving, the soft rustle of fabric against skin. His heart began to race as he realized that he wasn't alone. With a surge of adrenaline, he sat up in bed, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

As he reached for the bedside lamp, ready to flood the room with light and expose the intruder, he froze. A figure emerged from the darkness, stepping out from the bathroom with a silent grace that sent shivers down Veerendra's spine.

Instinctively, he tensed, his muscles coiled like a spring as he prepared to confront the unknown intruder. With a sense of determination, he rose from his bed, his movements silent and deliberate as he closed the distance between them.

In the dim light filtering through the room, Veerendra could make out the silhouette of the intruder, a shadowy figure moving with purpose towards the closet. Without hesitation, he sprang into action, his mind focused on one thing – apprehending the trespasser.

With swift and decisive movements, he closed the gap between them, his hands reaching out to grasp the intruder's wrists in a firm grip. In an instant, he had them pinned against the wall, their struggles futile against his strength.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of their labored breathing. Veerendra's heart pounded in his chest as he held the intruder captive, his mind racing with questions and uncertainties. Who was this person, and what was he / she  doing in his room?

As he peered into the darkness, trying to make out the features of the intruder, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. With a sense of resolve, he prepared to confront the trespasser, ready to demand answers and assert his authority in his own domain.

"Who are you?" Veerendra's voice quivered with a mix of fear and authority as he confronted the intruder.

The figure remained silent, their identity obscured by the shadows. Veerendra tightened his grip, his fingers digging into the intruder's wrists.

"I won't ask again," he continued, his tone firm and commanding. "What are you doing here?"

There was a moment of hesitation before the intruder finally spoke, their voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her  words tinged with apprehension. "I... I thought this room was empty."