"I hate you so much," i said while looking directly into his eyes.
He takes steps towards me while maintaining the eye contact .
"But you'd still be begging me to fuck you till you pass out" he said and smashed his lips on mine.
He kissed me like...
In her mind, she's unsure where to stay, But if she leaves, he'll make her stay. Caught in his grip, no escape, no sage, In his hidden hold, she'll be caged.
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"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲, 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻," Seher's voice came out hesitantly, almost as if she was unsure whether to speak or to let the moment linger.
Exactly fucker you're crushing her stay the fuck away
But that single sentence was enough to ignite a firestorm of rage within me.
My eyes burned with fury as I watched this man-Shayan-draped all over her, holding her in his arms like he had any right.
The sight of them together made my blood boil. I wanted to tear him apart, limb by limb, for daring to touch what was mine.
The possessiveness that had been simmering inside me surged to the surface, unchecked and wild.
This fucker
Shayan
Thought he could just waltz into her life, into her space, and take what belonged to me. The audacity, the sheer arrogance of it, made me sick with rage.
I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until the life drained from his eyes. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else being close to her, of anyone else making her smile, making her feel safe.
That was my job, my role. And this asshole was standing in my way.The name Shayan echoed in my mind like a curse.
Fucker.
He wouldn't see another morning.
I'd make sure of that. I didn't care what it took or who l had to deal with-this guy was a dead man walking.
My 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕 was supposed to be mine and mine alone. No one else had the right to even look at her, let alone touch her.
The way he held her, the way she allowed herself to be held-it was intolerable.
My eyes burns, can i just push him to dead?
Oh she will be punished but in my way.
My jealousy was a living, breathing thing, clawing at my insides, demanding retribution.
Jealousy? What am I hormonal teenager?
I could barely contain the urge to rip him away from her and stake my claim right there, in front of him, in front of the whole damn world.
My mind raced with dark thoughts, each one more violent than the last.
I would make sure Shayan understood that Seher was off-limits, from the moment she said "qubool hai" that she belonged to me, that she was mine to protect, to care for, maybe to love -whether she knew it yet or not.
