In a world where love teeters on the edge of obsession, she clings to the man who has wounded her time and again. Her heart, bound by a love so fierce it consumes her, refuses to let go, even as he repeatedly falters. But beneath her unwavering devo...
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Sanna stood by the large window of her room, staring blankly at the city's twinkling lights. The cold glass under her palm felt soothing compared to the chaos inside her. Everything about her life felt surreal, like she was walking a path she hadn't chosen but had somehow ended up on. She had always been seen as strong, self-sufficient the girl who knew what she wanted, who didn't bend easily.
But lately, she didn't feel like that girl anymore.
The truth was, since meeting Keyan Kapoor, nothing had been the same.
That infuriating, enigmatic, frustrating man who had entered her life like a storm, wreaking havoc with every step he took. Every interaction with him had left her more tangled than the last, like he had invaded her thoughts, her soul, leaving no room for clarity.
She clenched her jaw, her nails digging into her palms. **"Main kabhi aisi nahi thi..."** ("I was never like this...") Her voice trembled, a rare crack in the carefully constructed facade she had maintained for so long.
The firestorm of emotions that swirled inside her was something she hated....**he** was something she hated.
"**Nafrat karti hoon uss Keyan Kapoor se.**" She spat the words out, venomous and raw. ("I hate Keyan Kapoor.")
But even as she said the words, she knew they were only half true. Yes, she hated him. But she hated herself even more for the power he had over her.
How could **he**, of all people, have managed to dismantle everything she'd built? Her confidence, her independence he had torn them apart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. And no matter how much she tried to push him away, he was like a shadow she couldn't escape.
**"Yeh sab kya ho raha hai mere saath? Main toh kabhi aise nahi thi...main kabhi itni kamzor nahi thi."** ("What's happening to me? I was never like this... I was never this weak.") Sanna's voice cracked, frustration boiling up as her breath quickened. She pressed her palm against the glass harder, as if grounding herself in the physical world could help her escape the turmoil in her mind.
She could hear Keyan's voice in her head, the way he said her name, the way he looked at her like he could see right through her. **"Sanna... tum samajhti kyun nahi? Tum sirf meri ho."** ("Sanna... why don't you understand? You are mine.") His voice echoed in her memory, sharp and possessive.
**"Main teri nahi hoon, Keyan. Main khud ki hoon."** ("I'm not yours, Keyan. I belong to myself.") She muttered defiantly to the empty room, but the conviction was fading, slipping away every time she replayed their moments together.
She couldn't deny it. There was a part of her a part she despised that was madly in love with him. His obsession, his intensity... it was like a drug. And the worst part? She kept coming back for more, even though she knew it was slowly breaking her apart.
She let out a harsh laugh. **"Main uske saath rehti hoon aur usse door bhi bhaagti hoon. Wah, kya chakkar hai!"** ("I stay with him and yet keep running away from him. Wow, what a mess!")
