He canceled his rest of the meeting and came early to his abode. He entered and saw the whole penthouse.
Theodore stood in the center of his penthouse, the morning light casting long shadows across the room. Saraswati had just left, but her presence lingered in the air, in the faint scent of her perfume, and in the delicate touch she had left on everything she interacted with.
He already dismissed his servants to not touch the area where he and Saraswati were last night. He didn't want anyone to touch where only his rights reside.
His eyes darted around the room, settling on the chair she had sat in, the cup she had used, the blanket she had wrapped around herself. A surge of jealousy and possessiveness welled up within him. It was irrational, he knew, but he couldn't help it.
He approached the chair, his fingers tracing the spot where she had rested her hands. "You," he muttered, his voice low and filled with intensity. "You had the privilege of feeling her touch, her warmth. And what about me?"
His gaze shifted to the cup on the counter. He picked it up, staring at it with a mixture of longing and envy. "You were so close to her lips, closer than I've ever been. How dare you steal that moment from me?"
He traced the rims of the cup like he was tracing her lips then he sniffed the rim and his lips replaced his thumb
Setting the cup down with a thud, Theodore moved to the blanket, his fingers clenching the soft fabric. "You embraced her, wrapped her in your warmth. That should have been me. I should be the one comforting her, holding her."
His voice grew darker, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he addressed the objects around him. "Listen well, all of you. You may have had your moments, but those moments are mine now. You will not come between us again. Do you understand?"
He let the blanket fall from his hands, his eyes wild with a mix of madness and desire. "You are nothing but inanimate objects. I am the one who deserves her affection, her touch, her presence."
Theodore took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. The insanity of his thoughts both thrilled and frightened him. He knew he was treading a dangerous line, but his obsession with Saraswati was too strong to ignore.
Walking through the penthouse, Theodore spoke to the walls, the furniture, the utensils, as if they could hear him. His voice was a dark whisper, filled with an eerie calmness. "She is mine. Every part of her. And I won't let anything or anyone take her from me."
He stopped at the bed where Saraswati had slept. His fingers brushed against the fabric, his expression softening for a moment. "I'll protect her. I'll make sure she never feels alone or lost again."
Then, his eyes hardened, and his voice turned menacing. "But if any of you dare to come between us, if any of you dare to steal her attention, you will regret it. She belongs to me now."
Theodore's obsession had taken a darker turn, but he convinced himself it was out of love and protection. He would do anything to keep Saraswati close, to ensure she depended on him as much as he did on her.
He stood in the center of the penthouse once more, his mind swirling with plans and schemes. "I will make her see that we are meant to be together. And nothing, no one, will stand in my way."
Theodore's dark obsession manifests in his irrational jealousy and possessive conversation with the objects Saraswati touched. His sanity teeters on the edge as he vows to protect and possess her, setting the stage for a dangerous and intense dynamic in their relationship.
Saraswati sat in her favorite corner of the university library, the soft hum of the air conditioning a comforting background noise. Her desk was cluttered with notebooks, highlighters, and a steaming cup of coffee. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the shadow that fell over her desk until a pamphlet was slid under her nose.
"What's this?" she asked, looking up to see her friend, Naomi, grinning at her.
"Check it out! It's from TDH Corp. They're offering internships to students who submit the best project in Laboratory and Science. I thought you'd be interested."
Saraswati took the pamphlet, her curiosity piqued. TDH Corp was a dream destination for many students, known for its cutting-edge research and prestigious opportunities. As she scanned the details, her excitement grew.
Pamphlet Details
- **Title:** TDH Corp. Internship Opportunity
- **Objective:** Submit an innovative project in Laboratory and Science.
- **Prize:** Internship at TDH Corp and laboratories with $3500 as stipend
- **Deadline:** One month from today
She glanced up at Naomi. "This is amazing! But why would they send this out now?"
Naomi shrugged. "Who cares? It's a golden opportunity. Are you going to go for it?"
Saraswati nodded, her mind already racing with ideas. "Absolutely. This could be the break I need."
Meanwhile, in an opulent office on the top floor of TDH Corp., Theodore sat behind his large mahogany desk, watching the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A sly smile played on his lips as he received a message on his phone.
**Message:**
- **From:** TDH Corp. Marketing Team
- **Content:** Pamphlets distributed to whole targeted university areas.
Theodore leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. He had orchestrated this competition for a reason, knowing exactly who would be tempted by the offer. His plan was falling into place perfectly.
Back at the library, Saraswati was oblivious to the machinations behind the pamphlet. She immersed herself in research, her mind buzzing with possibilities. Hours turned into days as she poured over books, consulted with professors, and spent countless nights in the laboratory.
Naomi watched her friend with a mix of admiration and concern. "Hey Babe, you're really pushing yourself hard. Are you sure you're okay?"
Saraswati looked up from her microscope, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I'm fine, Naomi. This internship is my chance to prove myself. I won't let it slip away."
Theodore continued to monitor Saraswati's progress from afar, his sources providing regular updates. He had chosen her specifically, knowing her potential and her innocence. She was the perfect candidate for his scheme, someone who could be manipulated without suspicion.
The month flew by, and the deadline for the project submission loomed. Saraswati, exhausted but exhilarated, put the finishing touches on her project. She felt a deep sense of accomplishment as she handed in her work, unaware of the hidden strings attached to the internship.
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The Serendipitous Encounter
Romance**Theodore Dylan Hawthrone** Theodore Dylan Hawthrone is an enigmatic businessman, a man whose presence alone commands attention and respect. With his sparkling ocean blue eyes, he has a gaze that can pierce through the toughest negotiators and melt...
