☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
Here's Chapter 20! This one opens with Driti's point of view, followed by the stalker's pov.
It's a shorter chapter compared to the others, and while there's more of the stalker's POV coming, I've decided not to include all of it in this one.
Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy reading!
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Driti:
Two years .
It's been two years since I last felt this way, since my panic attacks.
But now, it's all coming back-rushing in like a wave crashing over me. I'm shivering, my body trembling uncontrollably as fear grips me.
My breathing becomes shallow, my heart races, and the world around me blurs. I can't hear anything except the deafening roar of my own pulse in my ears.
The walls of the washroom feel like they're closing in, and I grasp the edge of the sink to steady myself, but it does little to help.
My mind spirals, and I can't stop it. I can't breathe. I can't think. The panic is taking over, consuming me, pulling me under.
I need to get out. I need to breathe. But I can't move.
"I told you, little butterfly, to stay away from him, to not get close to him, didn't I?"
His voice is eerily calm, yet it sends chills down my spine.
That name... little butterfly.
I freeze. He's real. My stalker. He's here.
I can't see him, but I can hear him, and that's far worse. The fact that he's close enough to speak yet remains unseen makes my skin crawl with fear.
My heart is pounding, my throat tightening as if it's being squeezed shut by two hands. My body betrays me, trembling uncontrollably.
Every inch of my body screaming at me to run, to get away, but I'm frozen in place, panic gripping every inch of me.
My mind flashes back to those messages, those warnings, and all the times I felt watched.
He was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his moment. And now, he's closer than ever.
"I-" My voice is barely a whisper, weak, shaking, but I can't find the strength to speak. I don't know how to escape, how to make this stop.
Please... someone help me.
"Who are you?" I manage to whisper, though my voice cracks, barely audible.
My throat feels tight, and my heart is pounding so hard I can hear it echoing in my ears.
