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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The news of Rohan's disappearance, spread like wildfire. I heard about it from Rohan's friends: Khushi, Armaan, Fatima, and Madhav.
A weekend later, a farmer made a grim discovery on Monday.. Rohan's body was found floating in the river, bringing an end to the frantic search and leaving me grappling with the tragic reality.
I couldn't stop crying. I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
Memories of our time together flooded my mind. I recalled the first time I met Rohan. It was at a college fest, and he had accidentally spilled coffee on me. With a sheepish grin, he had offered to buy me a new one. That small gesture turned into hours of conversation, and before I knew it, we had become inseparable.
Another memory surfaced, one that was even more bittersweet. I remembered the night he confessed his feelings for me. I had sneaked out of the house when he called to meet me. We were sitting under the stars at our favorite park. With nervous anticipation, Rohan had taken my hand and, looking deeply into my eyes with his mesmerising ones, had told me how much he loved me. It was a moment of pure magic, one I would treasure forever.
But then I remembered the cause of our drifting apart: our incompatibility. Rohan wanted to enjoy life to the fullest, living in the moment, while I was focused on securing a future where I could enjoy everything I had worked for. I was ambitious and driven; he was content and carefree. Our differing mindsets had created a rift between us.
My tears flowed more freely as I recalled a particularly painful memory. Rohan had been beaten by professor Zayn after he raised his hand on me in front of a crowd. It pained me to think that I had broken up with him on the last day of his life. I should have reminded him how much I loved him, instead of letting our differences push us apart.
In my heart, I knew I could never forgive myself for not seizing that last chance to make things right. The weight of my regret was almost too much to bear.
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I had been watching Priya from my office cabin for the past three days at college, through the camera my men had clandestinely hidden in the eye of her plushy teddy bear. They had covertly sneaked in her house the moment her family members had stepped out. My reasons were a blend of protectiveness, obsession, and an unquenchable need to see her whenever I wanted.
