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Ishan was having those feelings again.... Those eyes following him wherever he goes, observing his every move. The chilling feeling of being watched began to crawl up his neck, as he built up the courage to turn around and see who was there
The piercing gaze of the him has struck fear inside ishan, No matter where he went or what he did, he could not escape the scrutinizing gaze of his.
That's only mean one thing.... He's watching him from afar,.... He's here.
He was pulled back in the reality by a sound of notification, he looked at his screen which lit up. With shaking hands he took the phone from the night stand, opening the text only to gasp at it.
Unknown: You're lookin so good, Kishmish. Seeing you in that bed with no clothes on makes me want to do things to you my little love.
Unknown: You're going to take responsibility for what you've done right?
With that message a pic of him was sent too, he was holding the phone in his hand while being a crying mess.
In a reflex, Ishan found himself in deep state of terror. He was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding him in a tightening grip.
He was not frightened nor was, he was afraid. What he felt was beyond such mere nouns.
With sweaty and shaking hands to typed back a message and sent it. His phone lit up again and tears started to stream down his face even more.
Unknown: You liked my present, Kishmish?
And Ishan knew what kind of present he was talking about, about two days ago, Ishan received a letter with a gift box in his mail. He was a little taken back, first it's two thousand twenty four, where everyone has shifted on social media, who sends mail, now? Second, he lives alone and as far as he remembers his parents are dead adding to that information he doesn't have any connection with his relatives too!
So... Who's sending him gifts and letters now?
Having these thought he locked the door behind him and situated himself on his comfy couch. He placed the gift on his laps and the letter wiggling in his hand.
He decided to read the letter first... The second biggest mistake of his life. First is his existence according to him.
My dear, Jaan.
I saw you talking to that guy yesterday, in moon light cafe. Who was he? He was holding your soft and delicate hands with his disgusting one. He was touching something that belongs to me, And you know what I do to people who try to touch my property?
