𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗛𝗜𝗠
In the dark corners of the red-light district, Zoya's life is a constant struggle. Born to a prostitute and raised in a world where bodies are bought and sold, Zoya dreams of breaking fre...
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For the past two weeks, my life has turned into a nightmare. Fahad was always there, a constant, oppressive presence that I couldn't shake. He didn't leave me alone, didn't let anyone get close to me, and didn't even let anyone look in my direction. I tried to ignore him, treating him like a gust of wind, but he was relentless, always walking behind me, always watching me with those intense, possessive eyes.
Everywhere I went, there he was, like a shadow I couldn't escape. In class, his gaze was always fixed on me, burning into me, making my skin crawl with unease. I was getting sick and tired of it all. I couldn't live normally with him constantly hovering around me. I had to do something.
One day, as I was walking to class, I finally had enough. I stopped in my tracks, heart pounding, and mustered up the courage to turn around. As expected, he was right there, just behind me, his eyes boring into mine.
"Please... stop-stop following me," I stammered, my voice trembling.
Fahad looked at me for a few moments, his expression unreadable. Then he took a step closer. I instinctively backed away, but my back hit the wall. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.
"Mujhe Rokne ki Koshish mat karo, ab aap mere ho," (Don't try to stop me, you are mine now) he whispered, his voice dark and possessive.
I looked into his eyes, trying to convey my fear and resistance. "No, I'm not," I whispered back, my voice shaking. "I don't belong to you."
Fahad's eyes darkened further, and he leaned in even closer, his body pressing against mine. "You do, Zoya. You just don't realize it yet."
"Please," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Leave me alone. I can't live like this."
His hand came up to gently touch my face, his fingers tracing my jawline. "You don't have a choice, Zoya. I won't let you go."
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt a lump form in my throat. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"
"I want you," he said simply, his eyes locking onto mine. "I've wanted you for years, and now that I have you, I'm not letting go."
I shook my head, trying to push him away. "This isn't right. You can't just... force someone to be with you."
He caught my wrists, holding them firmly but not painfully. "I can, and I will. You'll see, Zoya. You'll come to understand that this is for the best."
"No," I said, my voice firmer now despite the tears streaming down my face. "I will never accept this. I will never be yours."
Fahad's expression softened slightly, but his grip remained strong. "You will, Zoya. I'll make sure of it."
He finally released me, stepping back but not taking his eyes off me. I felt a mixture of relief and dread. Relief that he had given me some space, and dread knowing that this wasn't the end. He was obsessed, and he wasn't going to give up.
