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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Third Person POV:
In the bustling college canteen, Rohan's laughter mingled with that of his friends, his jovial demeanor masking the storm brewing beneath the surface. Priya sat across from him, her heart heavy with the weight of the conversation she knew she had to have. She waited for a lull in the conversation, her nerves prickling with apprehension.
"Rohan," Priya interjected, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to catch his attention. "Can we talk for a moment?"
Rohan's laughter died down abruptly, replaced by a scowl as he turned to face her. "What is it now, Priya? Can't you see I'm busy?"
Priya's heart sank at his harsh tone, but she pressed on, determined to address the elephant in the room. "It's about Professor Zayn's tutoring sessions. I was thinking of attending them to improve my grades and maybe apply for some scholarships."
Rohan's eyes narrowed with suspicion, his anger simmering just below the surface. "And what's the real reason, Priya? Are you trying to show me up? Make yourself look better than me?"
Priya recoiled at his accusation, hurt flashing in her eyes as she shook her head. "No, Rohan, that's not it at all. I just want to do well in here and secure my future."
But Rohan's temper flared, his voice rising with each word as he unleashed his pent-up frustration. "You always think you're better than me, don't you? Always trying to outshine me, make me feel small. Well, I won't stand for it, Priya. I won't let you make a fool out of me."
Priya's eyes filled with tears, her hands trembling with a mixture of fear and sadness. "Rohan, please... I'm not trying to compete with you. I just want us both to succeed."
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As I sat concealed in the shadowy corner of the bustling college canteen, my gaze fixed unwaveringly on Priya, a primal fury burned within me like a wildfire raging out of control. I noticed how desperately she wanted to cling on Rohan's arms. I felt a surge of fury coursing through my veins, threatening to consume me from within. My grip tightened around the bottle of water in my hand, as I struggled to contain the raging storm of jealousy and possessiveness brewing inside me.
