"From Obsession to Passion: A Transformative Journey"
Divya
Sunshine ☀️
An introvert who portrayed herself as an extrovert,
A Mastermind in Academics ,
She is always friendly with others but harbors deep hatered
for a certain man.
Arjun
Grumpy 💢
...
The cold breeze of Calicut lightly grazed my face as I gazed at the beautiful view of the lake from the resort where I was staying. I really don't know why I woke up suddenly at 1 am in the morning.I usually wake up at 5 and start my day.
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I sipped my lemon tea bit by bit until it was gone. Again, the wind breezed over my face, and this time I remembered why I woke up so suddenly in the first place - a nightmare. Blood splashed everywhere before my eyes... I cried... no one was there to save me...
I'm done with this same dream. Enough...
I'm really done...
It happened 21 years ago...
Blood on my hands...
Enough is enough...
To distract myself, I opened my laptop and looked at other matters. A lot of emails and notifications hit my laptop as soon as it connected to the network. But one message stood out-hers.
I opened her message to see what she had typed to me. I already missed her black eyes looking at me. I don't know why she attracts me. I have seen a lot of women, but none of them made me mad like she does.
She just wanted me to check on the interior plans to finalize-that's all. I won't say she is wrong because, to her, I am only a client. But for me, she is something else, and I cannot describe it.
I missed watching her funny antics yesterday. Literally every day, she gives me good content to watch. The other day, she was wearing a mask to do skincare and started dancing to a Tamil song playing on the speaker. She thinks she danced very sexy and hot, but in reality, she was dancing funny, and it was kind of adorable.
I played yesterday's recording to see what happened. As the video played, my tension grew. Watching another man spin her around like she was a doll made my anger surge like a storm. The more I watched, the tighter my grip became on the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. Every second of that recording intensified the rage simmering within me, threatening to boil over....
Enough...
How dare he...??
As she said those words to him, I broke the cup with my bare hands, like a monster, resulting in my hand bleeding all over.
I saw my hands covered in blood, remembering my past again...
Damn it!
I don't want to remember anything...
I chucked the glass of water on the nightstand, but I couldn't handle my own breathing. I am not ready to lose her, I already lost another person in my life.
The breaking of glass echoed through the whole room. Blood covered my hand as I determined to do one thing
