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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In the college canteen, Priya and Rohan sat among Rohan's friends, their laughter echoing through the air as they exchanged playful banter. To the outside world, they appeared to be the picture-perfect couple, deeply in love and inseparable. But beneath the surface, cracks were beginning to form in their relationship. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. I watched as Priya laughed at Rohan's jokes, her eyes sparkling with adoration, while Rohan's friends looked on with approval. But I knew better than to trust appearances.
Jealousy was a poison coursing through my veins, igniting a firestorm of rage and possessiveness within me. As a criminal, I was no stranger to the darker impulses that lurked within the depths of my soul, but this jealousy was a beast unlike any I had encountered before. It consumed me, twisted me, turned me into something primal and dangerous.
The mere thought of someone else daring to lay hands on Priya, sent a wave of fury crashing over me. She was mine, body and soul, and the idea of anyone else encroaching on what was rightfully mine filled me with a seething rage.
In the depths of my mind, I entertained dark fantasies of retribution, of exacting a cruel and brutal punishment on the soul who dared to challenge my claim to Priya's affections. I envisioned scenarios of torture and torment, each more twisted and sadistic than the last, as I sought to assert my dominance over anyone who dared to stand in my way.
But even as these thoughts consumed me, I knew that succumbing to such base impulses would only lead to further destruction. I had to win Priya's trust first.
And so, I forced myself to rein in the darkness that threatened to consume me. I vowed to protect Priya at all costs, to shield her from this cruelsome world and keep her safe from everyone who seek to do her harm.
But deep down, beneath the veneer of control, there was a part of me that relished the idea of unleashing the full force of my wrath on anyone who dared to cross me. For in the eyes of a criminal, jealousy was not just a fleeting emotion-it was a weapon, one that I wielded with deadly precision in defense of what was mine.
Unable to contain my frustration any longer, my temper flared, and I shouted at Priya in a fit of jealousy. My outburst caught everyone's attention, and Priya felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.
As I led Priya to my private office in the college, I couldn't shake the anticipation coursing through my veins. This was the moment I had been waiting for, a chance to be alone with her, away from prying eyes and judgmental gazes. I halted for a few minutes outside the door, savoring the prospect of having her all to myself, even if just for a short while. Once inside, the air seemed to crackle with tension, both palpable and electric. I couldn't help but notice the way Priya's eyes darted around the room, her discomfort evident in the way she shifted in her seat. As I began to correct papers, I let the silence hang heavy between us, a calculated move to allow Priya time to gather her thoughts. I watched her closely from across the room, my gaze never wavering as I waited for her response. This was my chance to offer her the support and guidance she so desperately needed, and I wasn't about to let it slip away.
