Passion & Dilemma

13. I Know You

Prerna's POV

I walked out of the Ahuja mansion with a satisfied feeling. I vividly remembered how Sarthak's face paled when I announced I was getting engaged.

The hurt slashed across his face and he looked like he was about to cry.

I never thought I would pleasure in someone's pain, but here I was. Enjoying it more than I would like.

I did not really understand his sudden shift of mood in the end though. I wanted him to be speechless but to my dismay he promised he wouldn't not miss my engagement.

I shrugged that confusion out of my and head opened my car's door, only for a muscled arm to emerge from behind my shoulder and close it shut again, so fast and loud that I flinched.

I did not have to see him to know it was Sarthak. He grasped my shoulders, turning me in a swift motion and pushing my back harshly against the car.

It did not hurt me physically, but it dented my ego.

"What the fuck, Sarthak." I applied force against his chest but he remained unmoved. "Leave me, argh." I pushed harder but the attempt was futile.

"Shut up," he grunted in a voice so rough that the hair on my neck stood up to ends.

I noticed the veins popping in his neck and arms. His eyes, that glared at me with the intensity so lethal that made me a bit scared, those eyes were slightly red in suppressed anger.

"What the fuck was that?" He snapped through his gritted teeth.

"A game." I blurted nonchalantly, just to spike him more.

After what happened in the Nainital, my mind was messed up so bad because of him. I want to return the favour, note the sarcasm here.

"Do not play with me." He stepped closer. His fingers dug into my skin as he caged me between his monster-like body and the car.

"You started it." I passed a small but humourless smile.

His grip on my shoulders tightened but I acted unmoved. I slipped into defiance and lifted my face before looking back into his eyes with mock civility.

"And since you love playing with me so much," I said sarcastically, keeping my voice even, "I thought I shall play a little too."

He actually did started it. And it was ten times worse than what I had assumed.

He stole my ring. Kept it with him for seven years. Obsessed over me.  Stalked me. And the most shocking thing I found out last week was, he used to be an intern in moonlight.

Yes, you heard it right. He worked in my office, disguised as a harmless intern, while he was actually stalking me like an extreme level creep.

Terror spread in my body when I found that he physically stalked me for God knows how long. He lurked into my workplace, so close to me, with malign intentions toward me.

He could be a potential harm to me. And even if he wasn't, it still did not make him a better person. The mere idea of someone keeping an eye on me, watching my every move, was enough to sprout unease and anger in me.

I just cannot let this past me. I do not want to. And why should I? He was the one who was wrong here and he should pay the consequences.

I want him to regret everything he ever did. Meeting me, liking me, stalking me, thinking about me, so-called loving me, everything.

"Prerna. Don't." His face flushed with restrained rage. He looked so annoyed and I liked it. "Why are you doing this? Are you trying to make a point on me by doing this? If yes, then this is the worst way possible."