Painfully yours

Redemption.

As the week passed since Xavier's outrage, his frustration continued to grow. He found himself constantly watching Arya through the cameras inside her home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and feel connected to her presence. He hated how he could watch her all the time but still yearned for her scent, the feel of her skin and the glint in her eyes.He tried to talk to her multiple times .However, despite his efforts, Arya remained distant and guarded, avoiding him whenever possible.

Xavier's frustration stemmed from his deepening love for Arya. He longed to talk to her, to kiss her , and to mend his mistake. The fact that she was uncomfortable and worried in his presence only added to his frustration, as he couldn't comprehend how to control her.

He yearned for Arya's eyes and lips, but it seemed that his actions had caused irreparable damage. The realization that he had hurt someone he cared about deeply weighed heavily on Xavier's heart. He couldn't help but feel frustrated with himself for not being able to fix the situation.

Xavier's frustration also stemmed from the sense of powerlessness he felt. Despite his efforts to reach out, Arya continued to avoid him, taking advantage of public places to escape their conversations. He felt as though he was being kept at arm's length, unable to break through the walls she had built around herself.

In this state of frustration, Xavier found himself torn between wanting to respect Arya's need for space and time, as suggested by Ariana, and his own desire to make things right. He understood that forcing her to confront him would only push her further away,

A few days later

As time went on, Xavier's frustration continued to mount, fueled by the fact that Arya was the first girl he had ever liked for such a prolonged period. Being the prince of Zurich and a part owner of the land, Xavier was used to having things go his way. He was accustomed to girls swooning over him and being able to have his pick of princesses ,countesses and royal girls.

However, Arya was putting up a fight, refusing to easily give in to his advances. Her guarded demeanor and constant avoidance of him challenged Xavier's ego and his belief that he could have anyone he desired. This was a new and uncomfortable experience for him.

Xavier's obsession with Arya seemed to consume him with each passing moment. Unable to focus on his work, he found himself dodging calls and spending his time fixated on the camera feed from Arya's home. Through the lens, as she watched tv, read books , did her hair and makeup , bath routines, her paintings , when she would suddenly start crying, he witnessed her moments of sadness, and his heart ached to comfort and console her. The desire to be there for her grew stronger, yet he was also driven to madness by her guarded nature.

There were moments when his frustration boiled over, and he would find solace in his boxing routine, using it as a means to release the mounting stress. Xavier couldn't believe the depths to which he was willing to go for Arya. He felt a burning intensity within him, a need to possess her attention and affection.

Confusion plagued Xavier's mind as he struggled to understand the hold Arya had over him. She had awakened a dark and obsessive side of him that he had never known before.

With Ariana he was loving and sweet until they were in bed . He tried to monitor her movements but she was hard to catch with her royal meetings and duties . He couldn't contain her . In bed Ariana welcomed his hostile behaviour and showed love to him . But Ariana realised she wasn't enough for him. Ariana supported him throughout his journey until there was no love. They continued to support and care for each other.

He couldn't comprehend the overwhelming effect Arya had on his thoughts and actions. It was unlike any other girl.

Xavier found himself teetering on the edge, unsure of how to navigate this newfound obsession. He was aware of the dangerous territory he was treading because , but he couldn't resist the pull that Arya had on him. As his obsession grew, so did his frustrations.