BAANI'S P.O.V
I'm chilling in the room, doing my thing, when Aryaman decides to play the calm dictator. His voice cuts through the air like a hot knife, and let me tell you, the tension could be cut with a butter knife.
"Listen up, Baani," he says, all smooth and collected. "I'm not going to force you. Obey me and come with me tonight." Can you believe the nerve?
He orders me as if he's earned the right to do so, as if he's somehow cemented a place in my life where he can demand anything from me. Who does he think he is? He's nothing but a manipulator, always scheming, always thinking about himself and his own gain. Every interaction with him is a reminder of how insufferable he is, how I can't stand to be around him for even a second.
His face, though infuriatingly perfect with its sharp, chiseled features, is a curse to my eyes. It only serves to mask the ugliness within.
He treats me like a rag doll, to be used and discarded at his convenience. He thinks he can take me anywhere, make use of me whenever he pleases, and toss me aside when I'm no longer of any use to him. The audacity he has to believe he can control me is infuriating. He acts as though his charm and good looks give him power over me, but all they do is make my skin crawl.
I'm not his plaything, not some pawn in his game. Whenever I see him, I see the person who ruined my peace and brought chaos and unhappiness into my life. My life was never heavenly, but it was bearable before he entered it. Now, it feels like I'm trapped in a nightmare I can't wake up from.
So, naturally, my eyes narrow into slits of disbelief. "Obey you? For what? Who do you think you are?" I fire back, frustration oozing with every word. "Let's get one thing straight, Aryaman. You can't boss me around or run my life, so ditch this ridiculous idea!"
But Aryaman? Oh, he's as cool as a cucumber, masking his simmering anger with a facade of calmness. "Baani, you always gotta pick a fight with me, and then you end up getting hurt," he sighs, like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Then, out of the blue, he closes in on me, brushing my hair back all gentle-like. "There's no escaping me, you know that," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Why do you even bother resisting? Why can't you just play nice with me?" His touch is soft, but his words? They're like a punch to the gut.
And just when I think things can't get any crazier, he grabs my phone and tosses it like he's trying out for the NBA. "Holy crap!" I yell, watching it shatter into countless pieces.
Before I can even process what's happening, he's on me, grabbing my wrists and bending them back. Our bodies are practically glued together, his chest pressing against mine, and let me tell you, it's intense.
My heart is racing a mile a minute as he leans in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. His eyes lock onto mine like he's trying to see into my soul, and I'm just there, frozen in shock, wondering what the heck is gonna go down next.
His grip tightens around my wrists like a vice. The dude's voice drops low, with this dangerous edge that makes my skin crawl. "I told you never to oversmart me," he growls, his words dripping with menace. "But it seems you don't understand me."
I wince as he squeezes harder, shooting sharp pains up my arms. "Stop it... it's hurting me," I manage to choke out, my voice strained with discomfort.
And you know what this guy does? He smirks, all cruel-like. "Oh, it's hurting you?" he taunts, making his grip even tighter. "Well, I did this to hurt you, my gorgeous."
The pain is unbearable, my shoulders screaming as he holds me in this unnatural angle. Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
But just when I think I can't take it anymore, he seems to get off on my distress. He loosens his grip a bit, enough to let me breathe, before scooping me up like some fragile doll and chucking me onto the bed.
I hit the mattress hard, my head throbbing from the impact. Gasping for air, I lie there, trying to catch my breath, while he stands over me like some kind of conqueror.
Then, out of nowhere, he loses it, punching the headboard like it owes him money. I flinch, my senses on high alert.
As he looms over me, his gaze cold and calculating, fear grips me. I try to push myself up, to get away, but he presses me back down with a force that makes my heart race even faster.
"What do you think of yourself, Baani?" his voice is dripping with rage, his eyes boring into mine. "You think your pathetic tricks will save you from me? Planning to record our convo and run to the cops for help?" He scoffs. "Ha..ha.. You're so innocent, my girl. No, sorry, you're just fucking dumb."
My breath catches in my throat, terror and disbelief mingling in my eyes. His dark laughter fills the room, a chilling soundtrack to my terror.
"Please..." My voice trembles, barely audible over the roaring fear in my chest. "Let me go... I won't tell anyone... just please..."
But it's like talking to a brick wall. His grip tightens, his face twists with this creepy mix of anger and satisfaction.
My mind races a mile a minute, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. I realize then just how messed up Aryaman really is, and I'm stuck in his twisted game, with no clue how to break free.
I try to hide my fear, but my damn eyes betray me, filling up with tears. I blink them away, but he isn't fooled. Nah, he sees right through me, like I'm some kind of glass doll.
And instead of backing off, he gets even creepier. He just leans in even closer, pressing me down with that same intense gaze, making it impossible to even catch my breath. Panic's clawing at my throat as I struggle, but he's just... immovable, like a freaking wall.
Then, with this twisted little grin, he goes, "I can feel the softness of your twins," his touch slow and almost teasing, but way too invasive. "Actually... maybe I can't feel it enough. Guess I need a better feel with my hands." His voice hangs heavy in the air, all dark and suggestive, and chills run straight down my spine. I can feel horror all over my face, my body trembling like a leaf.
"Noooo, please!" I beg, my voice barely holding together, cracking with fear. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I promise! Please don't!"
My voice is barely there, on the verge of breaking, my body shaking uncontrollably. I feel so damn small, his gaze uce-cold and relentless, keeping me trapped in hid grip with no eay out, my mind racing to find any escape from this living nightmare.
You might be wondering, what the hell is going on? How did I end up in this mess? Let me break it down for you and explain how I got myself into this situation!
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Veins of Elysium: The Ruined Soul
Teen FictionIn the glittering world of India's jewelry elite, Aryaman Malhotra, CEO of India's oldest jewelry empire, is driven by a singular obsession: to find justice for his fiancée, Naseria Oberoi, and his best friend, Karan Shergill, whose murders remain a...