At 11 PM, the door creaked open, and Zayn entered, the clock on the wall ticking ominously in the background. His presence filled the room with a palpable tension.
Driven by a mix of fear and fury, I launched myself at him, desperate to overpower him. I pushed him against the wall, sinking my teeth into his bicep in a wild attempt to defend myself. But within moments, his strength overwhelmed me, pinning me down on the bed, his weight crushing against my body as he immobilized my hands. Undeterred, I managed to bite him again, this time on his chest, leaving an angry mark on his flesh. He groaned in discomfort, a mix of amusement and frustration flickering in his eyes as he gently pushed my jaw away to stop me.
In a last-ditch effort, I aimed for his groin with my knee, but he reacted with lightning speed, deflecting my attack and locking his gaze on me with simmering anger. Gripping the back of my neck, he pressed his nose and lips against my nape, his breath hot against my skin, a menacing gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. And wet my panties too perhaps.. i hadn't been touched this way since so many months.
"Why have you come here?" I demanded, my voice laced with venom and fear.
"This is my room. I've come here to sleep; it's night already. And I heard you didn't eat your dinner," he replied calmly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he assessed my combative stance.
Seething with anger and frustration, I glared at him defiantly. "EITHER YOU STAY HERE, OR I WILL! WE WON'T SHARE THE SAME ROOM!"
To my surprise, instead of anger, he chuckled softly, his amusement contrasting sharply with my agitation. "Oh babygirl, get used to sleeping next to me. You're going to be doing that for the rest of our lives."
My heart fluttered involuntarily at his words, betraying my attempts to maintain composure. "Why... why does my heart react like this?" I chastised myself silently. "Damn it, Priya, you need to stop reading those fictional books."
People often questioned the source of my extensive vocabulary. I used to attribute it to novels, but the truth was, the novels I devoured were far from ordinary. "This man is straight out of a Wattpad story," I mused inwardly, unable to deny his undeniable allure despite the circumstances.
But guilt gnawed at me as thoughts of Rohan, my recently deceased boyfriend, surfaced. Was Zayn somehow involved? The suspicion lingered, compelling me to confront him with a bold accusation.
"Did you have anything to do with Rohan's death? You brought me here to kill me as well. I know." I asked, my words hanging heavy in the tense air between us.
"What? Why would I want to harm you?" he retorted sharply, frustration coloring his tone. "I've told you, I'm obsessed with you. I love you. Why would I hurt someone I love?"
Fuelled by fear and suspicion, I pressed on relentlessly. "You didn't answer about Rohan."
For a fleeting moment, tension flickered across his features. "No, I had nothing to do with Rohan," he asserted firmly before abruptly retreating to the bathroom, leaving me to wrestle with my thoughts in the silence that followed.
As panic surged within me, I made a desperate attempt to escape, only to discover the door was secured by a sophisticated fingerprint scanner. Frustration boiled over, and I shouted in dismay, the reality of my confinement sinking in.
Concern etched on his face, Zayn hurried back into the room, pulling me into a hesitant embrace. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?" His voice held a rare note of vulnerability, momentarily disarming me.
Pushing him away, my anger surged anew, fueling my determination. "Are you planning to keep me prisoner forever?"
"It depends on you," he replied calmly, his voice betraying a strange blend of concern and detachment. "Cooperate, and you'll have nothing to fear."
Pointing to a bracelet on my wrist, he explained it was a tracker of his own design, ensuring I remained within his grasp. "You can't escape from me," he stated with a mix of protectiveness and possessiveness that sent a chill down my spine.
"What the hell, Zayn?" I exclaimed tearfully, overwhelmed by the magnitude of my predicament.
"Please refrain from swearing," he interjected softly, his expression pained. "You're too delicate for such language."
"Delicate?" I scoffed bitterly and went ahead shouting at him. "I AM 5'7" AND I WEIGH 64 KILOGRAMS!!! HOW THE FUCK AM I DELICATE?!"
Reacting dramatically, he covered his ears, eyes wide, "Astaghfirullah. Woman you shout too much."
Realization struck me suddenly. "He's Arab," I recalled, piecing together fragments of information about his background. "He must wield considerable influence in the Arab mafia. I'm not in india?!"
"I know you're a significant figure in the Middle Eastern mafia," I confronted him, mustering courage despite the fear gnawing at me.
"Yes, I am," he admitted without hesitation, meeting my gaze with unwavering intensity. "Why?"
Overwhelmed by the weight of his confession and, awkward with the normalcy in his tone when addressing my confrontation, I fell silent.
"Enough, Priya," he said gently, sensing my turmoil. "It's time to sleep."
"I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH YOU," I protested vehemently, defiance burning within me.
"Fine, do as you wish," he acquiesced, hands raised up in the air showing me he surrenders. He settled back onto the bed with a sigh of resignation, his demeanor a stark contrast to the tension that still hung between us.
I waited patiently for Priya to succumb to sleep, knowing her to be a heavy sleeper when exhaustion finally took its toll.
In the three months of knowing her, I had learned her patterns well.Carefully, I lifted her into the bed beside me, whispering softly, "This is where you belong," as I kissed her forehead gently, hoping my tenderness would reach her subconscious and calm her restless spirit.
With a sigh, I finally allowed myself to drift off, cuddling her; the weight of our intertwined fates pressing heavily upon me even in the solace of sleep.
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Obsessed Hearts: A Tale of Twisted Devotion
RomanceEyes locked on you, A scorching fire in my heart, Bound by raw, untamed desire. ________________________ 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...