A Tale Of Hidden Scars ✔️

6~Obsession?

Morning light streamed through the windows, banishing the shadows that had witnessed Ashta's tumultuous night. The warm rays danced across her face, illuminating the serene expression that belied the turmoil within.

She rose from bed, her movements mechanical, as if driven by a force beyond her control. Her hands moved deftly, getting dressed with precision.

Every crease was smoothed, every strand of hair perfectly in place. Her outfit was impeccable, a mask of normalcy that concealed the storm brewing beneath.

As she left for the office, determination fueled her steps. Her heels clicked on the floor, a confident rhythm that echoed through the corridors.

A single thought consumed her to reclaim Ayan. Make him hers, no matter what the cost. The resolve burned within her, a fire that would stop at nothing.

The world saw a composed Ashta, unaware of the calculated strategy unfolding behind her eyes. Her smile was bright, a carefully crafted facade that hid the turmoil.

Colleagues greeted her, oblivious to the resolve burning within. "Good morning, Ashta Ma'am!" they chimed, receiving a warm, yet detached, response.

Ashta's focus narrowed, her mind fixated on the mission ahead Ayan•Conquer•Dominate.The words echoed in her mind, a mantra that fueled her determination.

Her phone buzzed, Ayan's number flashing on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat, she answered calmly, her voice dripping honey.

"Ayan." The single word conveyed a thousand unspoken messages.

"Hey, Ashta. How's it going?" he asked, oblivious to the maelstrom brewing.

Ashta's grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles whitening."Nothing much"and they continued to talk for few minutes"You'll find out soon enough," she whispered, hanging up.

The game had begun.

Ashta's eyes locked onto the cityscape outside, a battlefield waiting to be conquered. Her thoughts whirled with strategies, each move carefully calculated.

The stakes were high, but Ashta was ready. She would stop at nothing to claim what she believed was rightfully hers.Ashta's fixation intensified, blinded by her desire for Ayan. She couldn't see the dangerous trajectory of her thoughts.

Unaware of the thin line between love and obsession, Ashta crossed it, propelled by a lifetime of emotional scarcity.Ayan's kindness, care, and empathy had awakened a deep longing within her. For the first time, she felt seen, heard, and valued.But Ashta's understanding of love was distorted, forged in the fire of neglect and abandonment.She mistook Ayan's compassion for romantic interest, weaving a fragile fantasy.

In her mind, Ayan's smiles and gestures became promises of eternal devotion.Ashta's grip on reality faltered, her perception warped by the intensity of her emotions.

She began to notice everything about Ayan the way he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.the way he listened, his attention focused solely on her.the way he cared, his words soothing her deepest wounds.Ashta's obsession blossomed, an all-consuming force.

She started to infiltrate Ayan's life, subtly manipulating situations to spend more time with him.

Coffee breaks together,Accidental encounters,Invitations to lunch.

Ayan, oblivious to Ashta's true intentions, welcomed her friendship.

Ashta's interpretation?

He's falling for me.

The fantasy solidified, a fragile castle built on shifting sands but the castle would eventually crumble, leaving Ashta shattered and lost.

Ashta's eyes locked onto Ayan, her heart racing with anticipation. Today was the day - their lunch plan, finally but fate had other plans.Ayan's fiancee, Rhea, appeared, unaware of Ashta's carefully laid plans.