[SHORT STORY]
I stormed outside and he followed me. I stopped after reaching near my car and turned back to look at him.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing." I yelled at him but there was no answer but an intense glare. I turned back and mas...
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LAVANYA
The soft glow from my phone screen lightened the dark room as I stared at the message I had sent six hours ago. "Who are you?" The words floated on the screen like they held some sort of power, and yet... no reply.
It had been hours. Six long, agonizing hours since I had sent that text, and nothing. I scrolled back up to the message again.
"The blue one looks better on you, princess."
The way princess had been written felt disturbingly intimate, yet invasive at the same time. Was this a coincidence? Could it just be some creep playing mind games? Or worse... could it be him?
Please, don't let it be Ekaksh, I thought as I rolled onto my side, clutching my phone tightly in my hand. But deep down, I knew the truth. Something told me it was him, watching me, controlling every move I made, even from afar. And it terrified me.
With the phone still in my hand, I drifted off into an uneasy sleep, my mind swirling with questions and a gnawing sense of dread.
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The next morning arrived with no reply. My phone remained silent, as if taunting me with its stillness. I tried to push the uneasy thoughts aside as I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water soothe my restless mind.
After wrapping myself in a towel, I padded out of the bathroom, feeling slightly refreshed, though my mind was still unsettled.
Just as I was about to get dressed, the doorbell rang, echoing through my apartment like an unwelcome reminder of the chaos my life had become.
I froze, glancing down at myself. I was still in a towel. I quickly slipped a bathrobe over it, tying it tightly around my waist. Who could it be this early?
Cautiously, I made my way to the door, opening it just a crack to peek outside. The sight of him—my ex—made my heart drop into my stomach.
"Open the door, Lavanya," he said, his voice sharp, demanding.
I tried to close it immediately, but he shoved his hand into the gap, pushing it open forcefully. Panic surged through me as he stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I spat, backing away.
He stalked toward me, his eyes dark, filled with an aggression I hadn't seen before. "I came to talk, bitch. You don't get to shut me out like this."
"I don't have anything to say to you!" I hissed, trying to move around him, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the bed with more force than I could resist.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled, shoving me down onto the bed. My heart pounded in my chest, panic taking over as he loomed over me, his hands gripping my shoulders.
