Concealed with Obsession

Stalker

THE BOY IS MINE

~Mohali~

the basement

Trishnoor's pov

The way Sakshat gave me electric shocks, I had gone into my pain of how this shock had given me the worst shock of my life.

But I don't cry.

I won't.

I am strong.

Instead maybe I got a hot distraction.

The mysterious saviour guy who did not even look at me that day.

'Who was he' was the only thing lingering in my mind.

Couldn't really find who he is. Yet.

But that too was because maine khud hi try nahi kiya.

I pulled up the worn pillow from the ground and there was a lock.

Opening it, I take out a box.

The moment I opened it, a smiled formed on my face.

"You're pretty.." I whispered taking out one of the pictures.

Pictures I purposely hot from the cctv of that day.

I chuckled as a fact hits my brain.

It was me who had hacked the cctv of the gallery to steal the necklace.

But who knew that hacking would be so beneficial for me in more than one way.

"Dont worry Mr. Hottie, I'll find who you are before you know it" I chuckled as I kept the box in its place and stood up.

Still in pain from the electric shocks, but instead I decide change into some more 'feminine' clothes, a sundress perhaps.

And go out.

Sakshat was still sitting on the same chair counting the notes.

Ignoring him, I was on my way.

"Where are you going?" He enquired.

"Tumhare liye shamshaan dhundne. Chaloge sath? Bohot maza aaega."

He raised his eyes and then smiled.

"Stop Trish"

"Its Trishnoor for you."

"Yea whatever. Stop."

"Why? Can't even I go out now?" I said irritatingly.

"You can but-" he stood up and came to me.

"This-" he pointed at my hand and held it in his.

"Apply bandaid"

"ITS YOU WHO DID THAT TO ME!" I shouted at him.

"Because you become so stubborn and boss-" he sighed.