Memories

what he want

Rishi's pov

I saw her across the room, and my heart skipped a beat. Radhika was her name, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I knew it wouldn't be easy to win her trust, but I was determined to try.

I started by showing up everywhere she went. I would "accidentally" bump into her in the hallway, or "coincidentally" sit next to her in meetings. At first, she was annoyed by my presence, but I could see the faintest glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

I began to leave her small gifts, tokens of my affection that I hoped would win her over. A book by her favorite author, a coffee from her favorite shop, a flower that matched her favorite color. At first, she ignored them, but I could see the faintest hint of a smile on her face.

I started to learn everything I could about her. Her favorite foods, her favorite movies, her favorite hobbies. I would show up at her favorite park, "coincidentally" playing her favorite sport. I would strike up conversations with her friends, asking them about her interests and hobbies.

At first, Radhika was wary of my attention. She would brush me off, telling me she wasn't interested. But I could see the faintest glimmer of attraction in her eyes. She was drawn to me, even if she didn't want to admit it.

I started to escalate my pursuit. I would show up at her doorstep, bearing gifts and apologies. I would write her love letters, pouring out my heart and soul onto the page. I would call her in the middle of the night, just to hear her voice.

Radhika started to feel suffocated by my attention. She would try to avoid me, but I would always find her. I would show up at her work, at her home, at her favorite hangouts. I would follow her, always lurking in the shadows.

And yet, despite my obsessive behavior, Radhika couldn't help but be drawn to me. She was fascinated by my intensity, my passion. She started to feel like she was the only person in the world, like I would do anything to make her happy.

But as my obsession grew, so did Radhika's fear. She started to feel trapped, like she couldn't escape me. She would try to push me away, but I would always come back, like a dog to its bone.

One night, I showed up at her doorstep, bearing a bouquet of flowers. Radhika opened the door, her eyes flashing with anger. "Leave me alone," she spat, trying to slam the door in my face.

But I wouldn't let her. I pushed my way inside, my eyes locked on hers. "I won't leave you alone," I said, my voice low and husky. "I need you, Radhika. I need you like I need air."

Radhika's eyes flashed with fear, but I could see the faintest glimmer of attraction. She was drawn to me, despite herself. And in that moment, I knew I had her. I knew she would never be able to escape me.

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Radhika's pov

My heart raced as I saw Rishi standing at my doorstep, his eyes burning with intensity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pushed his way inside, his presence suffocating me. At first, I had been flattered by Rishi's attention. I had never had anyone pursue me with such passion and dedication. But as time went on, I started to feel trapped. Rishi's constant gifts, calls, and appearances had become overwhelming. I couldn't escape him, no matter how hard I tried.

My mind was a jumble of emotions. I was angry at Rishi for not respecting my boundaries, but at the same time, I was drawn to his passion and intensity. I felt like I was drowning in his love, unable to breathe or think clearly.

As Rishi stood before me, his eyes locked on mine, I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I knew I had to get away from him, but my legs felt like lead, unable to move. "Rishi, please," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Leave me alone. I need space."

But Rishi just smiled, his eyes glinting with obsession. "I won't leave you alone," he said, his voice low and husky. "I need you. I need you like I need air."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I realized the true extent of Rishi's obsession. I was trapped, caught in a web of his making. And I didn't know how to escape.

As Rishi reached out to touch me, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I pushed him away, my heart racing with fear. "Don't touch me!" I spat, trying to keep my distance.

But Rishi just laughed, his eyes burning with intensity. "You can't escape me," he said, his voice dripping with obsession. "I'll always find you."

My heart sank as I realized the truth of Rishi's words. I was trapped, caught in a never-ending cycle of his obsession. And I didn't know how to break free.

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