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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The moment Sanna hung up, Keyan stood frozen, the phone still pressed to his ear long after the call had ended. Three years. How could she ask for three years? His mind raced, spinning with anger, fear, and a deep sense of betrayal. Sanna had been the one constant in his life, the only person who made him feel something real. And now, she was slipping through his fingers.
Keyan slammed his fist against the table, his chest heaving. "She can't just leave me like this!" he muttered to himself, pacing the room like a caged animal.
His thoughts grew darker with each step he took. She had always belonged to him, and now she was asking for space space he wasn't willing to give. He reached for a bottle of whiskey on the counter, pouring himself a drink, then another, hoping to drown the rising tide of emotions that threatened to consume him.
The next few days passed in a blur for Keyan. He refused to speak to anyone, ignored his friends' calls, and buried himself in work to distract himself from the gnawing emptiness inside. But no matter how hard he tried, the memories of Sanna her laughter, her smile, the way she looked at him kept haunting him. The obsession he once prided himself on was turning against him, consuming him in ways he hadn't anticipated.
Sitting in his office late at night, the weight of his actions started to bear down on him. He had pushed her too far, suffocated her with his possessiveness, and now she needed time to figure out who she was without him. But he didn't want her to figure out who she was without him because deep down, Keyan was afraid that once she did, she might never come back.
His phone buzzed on the table. It was Raj, one of his closest friends. Keyan stared at the screen for a moment before answering, his voice rough. "What do you want?"
"Bro, I've been calling for days. What's going on with you?" Raj's voice was concerned.
Keyan took a deep breath, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "She left me, Raj. She says she needs a break. Three years. Can you believe that?"
There was silence on the other end of the line before Raj spoke again. "Three years? That's a long time, Keyan. Maybe she just needs....."
"She doesn't need anything!" Keyan cut him off, his voice rising. "I gave her everything! I did everything for her! Why can't she see that?"
Raj sighed. "Maybe that's the problem, bro. You didn't give her space. You tried to control everything. Love isn't about ownership, man. It's about trust."
Keyan laughed bitterly. "Trust? I trusted her, and she still wants to leave. So much for that."
Raj's voice softened. "You didn't trust her, Keyan. You were obsessed. There's a difference. You suffocated her. And now... now she's breaking free."
The words hit Keyan like a punch to the gut. He had never wanted to admit it, but Raj was right. His love for Sanna had crossed a line. It wasn't love anymore it was obsession. And that obsession was slowly destroying both of them.
As he hung up the phone, a heavy silence settled over the room. Keyan's mind drifted back to all the times he had been too controlling, too possessive. The way he had manipulated situations to keep Sanna close, the way he had used his love as a means of control.
He poured himself another drink, but this time it tasted bitter. The alcohol couldn't numb the pain of realization sinking in. He had pushed away the one person he loved most. And now, the emptiness left behind was suffocating him.
Keyan's downfall came slowly, like the erosion of a cliff over time. As the days turned into weeks, he became a shell of the man he once was. His once-immaculate appearance became disheveled, his sharp suits replaced with casual clothes that hung loosely on his frame. He stopped going to work, stopped taking care of himself, and stopped caring about anything other than the thought of losing Sanna forever.
His friends tried to intervene, but Keyan pushed them away. "I don't need help," he would say coldly. "I just need her."
But she wasn't there. Sanna was gone, living her life, trying to rebuild herself, and every day that passed without her felt like a knife twisting deeper into his heart.
One night, after a particularly long drinking session, Keyan found himself in front of a mirror. He barely recognized the man staring back at him. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair messy, his face pale. He looked like a man who had lost everything. And maybe he had.
"**Kya ban gaya hoon main?**" ("What have I become?") he whispered, his voice breaking.
For the first time in weeks, Keyan allowed himself to feel the full weight of his actions. The possessiveness, the control, the way he had tried to mold Sanna into someone she wasn't. He had been so afraid of losing her that he had driven her away. The very thing he had feared the most had become his reality, and now he was alone, drowning in his own mistakes.
The next morning, Keyan woke up with a pounding headache, but something had shifted inside him. The haze of obsession had started to clear, leaving behind a raw, painful clarity. He had hurt Sanna deeply, and he had to own that. If he ever wanted a chance to fix things to truly fix things he needed to start with himself.
It wasn't just about getting Sanna back. It was about becoming the kind of man she could trust, the kind of man who loved her without suffocating her, the kind of man who could let her be herself without trying to control every aspect of her life.
Keyan stared at his phone, his thumb hovering over Sanna's number. He wanted to call her, to beg for forgiveness, to tell her that he would change. But deep down, he knew that words weren't enough anymore. He had to show her. He had to become better not for her, but for himself.
As he stood there, the phone still in his hand, Keyan made a promise to himself. He would take these three years to become the man Sanna deserved. And if she came back, it would be because she wanted to, not because he forced her.
For the first time in his life, Keyan realized that love wasn't about possession. It was about trust, freedom, and respect. And he had failed on all three counts.
But it wasn't too late to start again.
And so, with a heavy heart and a new sense of purpose, Keyan began his journey of self-reflection and redemption, hoping that one day, when the time was right, Sanna would see the man he had become.
