Eyes locked on you,
A scorching fire in my heart,
Bound by raw, untamed desire.
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In Zayn's tormented psyche, Priya transcends mere mortal allure.
She is an obsession that drives him to the brink of madness, a puzzle he i...
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As I stepped into the lecture hall, my gaze fixated on Priya, who sat poised at the front, her presence commanding attention without effort. She exuded an air of elegance and confidence that drew me in like a moth to a flame, igniting a fire of desire within me.
As the lecture progressed, I found myself captivated by Priya's intellect and determination, her every word resonating with a wisdom far beyond her years. Despite my criminal inclinations, I couldn't help but feel a begrudging admiration for her ambition and drive.
Our eyes met briefly, a fleeting moment charged with electricity that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the pull of attraction, the magnetic force drawing me inexorably towards her, like a moth drawn to the flame of her beauty.
Throughout the lecture, I couldn't shake the sinister thoughts that crept into my mind, thoughts of possessing Priya completely, of making her mine in every sense of the word. The mere sight of her curves sent my pulse racing, my imagination running wild with dark fantasies of what I wanted to do to her in bed.
My mind was consumed by a single, all-consuming obsession: Priya. Every fiber of my being screamed out to claim her, to make her my own, to possess her in ways that transcended the boundaries of morality and decency.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched Priya move with a graceful sway, her curves accentuated by the fabric clinging to her body. Each subtle movement sent a surge of desire coursing through me, pants tightening, igniting a fire that seemed impossible to contain.
In my mind, I could picture every detail of what I wanted to do to her, my fantasies taking on a life of their own. I imagined the soft touch of her skin beneath my fingertips, the taste of her lips as I claimed her with fervent kisses.
But it was more than just physical desire that consumed me; it was an overwhelming need to possess her completely, to be consumed by her essence in a way that went beyond mere lust. I longed to lose myself in her, to explore every inch of her body.
Kisses along the curve of her neck, my hands exploring every inch of her body with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession.
But it wasn't just her physical form that captivated me; it was the essence of Priya herself that I longed to possess. Her laughter echoed in my ears like a siren's call, her eyes holding a depth of emotion that drew me in like a moth to a flame. I yearned to unravel the mysteries of her soul, to discover every secret she held hidden within the depths of her being.
Yet, even as my desires threatened to consume me, I was acutely aware of the boundaries that society imposed upon me. My obsession with Priya transcended the norms of morality and decency, leading me down a path fraught with danger.
As the lecture drew to a close, I found myself longing to hold Priya in my arms, to lock her away from the world and indulge in the depths of my darkest desires. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of the chase, the intoxicating allure of Priya, was too powerful to resist.
With a sense of grim determination, I vowed to make Priya mine, by any means necessary. For in my world, there were no limits to the depths I would sink to in order to possess the woman who had become the center of my obsession. And as I watched her leave the lecture hall, a sinister smile crept on my face.
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Priya's POV:
I felt a surge of excitement ripple through me as I heard the whispers echoing down the long corridor of the college. I found myself devoid of companionship, devoid of friends, as my boyfriend discouraged me from venturing beyond his grasp. Hence, I experienced a profound sense of isolation, only learning of gossip once it had already permeated far and wide. The news of a new professor replacing the old one had sparked a buzz of anticipation among my classmates.
But it was the description of this newcomer as resembling an angel that truly captured my attention.
As I entered the classroom, my eyes fell upon the professor for the first time, and I was immediately struck by his beauty. His features were like something out of a dream-sharp jawline, piercing eyes that seemed to hold a universe of secrets, and a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. Every movement he made exuded a quiet confidence that drew me in like a magnet.
But it wasn't just his physical appearance that captivated me; it was the way he carried himself, with an air of mystery and grace that left me, unwantedly, breathless. His voice, smooth as silk, sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself hanging on to every word he spoke.
As he turned to write on the board, my gaze lingered on the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame, the way his trousers accentuated his long, lean legs. I couldn't help but imagine the silhouette of his body beneath the fabric, and upon realizing, cursed myself for allowing my thoughts to wander in such a way.
Despite my inner turmoil and self-doubt, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between myself and the angelic figure of the new professor infront of me. My features didn't fit the conventional standards of delicate beauty-no prominent jawline or thin body structure to speak of. I carried the remnants of my teenage years in the form of a few small acne marks on my face, a reminder of my journey to adulthood.
But as I observed the new professor, who identified himself as Zayn, I couldn't deny the dissonance between our appearances. While I may not have been like the supermodels, the epitome of thinness, I possessed a different kind of allure-one that emanated from my curves, my full bosoms, flat stomach, long legs and broad hips. Everyone around me ensured to acknowledge the reality of how my straight posture and broad shoulders spoke of confidence and strength, akin to that of a queen reigning over her kingdom.
Despite my longing for perfection in every aspect of my life, I couldn't help but recognize the beauty in my own uniqueness. One that makes me stand in distinction from everyone else. And as I stood there, admiring the professor from afar, I realized that perhaps perfection wasn't about conforming to society's standards, but embracing the beauty that lay within my own flaws and imperfections.
Yet, try as I might to push aside my growing attraction, I couldn't deny the undeniable electricity that crackled between us. Enveloped in his presence, I found myself unable to properly focus on the lecture at hand. Enveloped in his presence, I found myself unable to properly focus on the lecture at hand. It was as if I had known him before, in another lifetime perhaps, and now fate had brought us together once again. And as I sat there, spellbound by his presence, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath his angelic facade.
