"The moment I saw him touch her, something inside me snapped. She was my fiancée, my world, and I would protect her at all costs."
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"Her lips against mine should have felt like magic, yet all I could think about was the fury that had brought us to this point-this wasn't how I wanted our first kiss to be."
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MEGHNA ~
As the professor's voice droned on in the background, I found myself barely able to register a single word. My mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of Agastya.
The way he had lashed out yesterday replayed over and over in my head, each memory sharper than the last. His tone, the coldness in his eyes, the way he made me feel small-it all left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I had only removed my ring for a moment, a simple gesture that shouldn't have meant anything, yet it had set him off.
The anger that flickered across his face made me wonder if I had unknowingly crossed some invisible line, but why should I have to tiptoe around his unpredictable moods? I resented him for it.
A wave of regret washed over me as I replayed the encounter. Why hadn't I spoken up? Why did I let him get away with treating me like that? Instead of defending myself, I stayed silent, letting his fury hang in the air.
Now, it was all I could think about-how I should've fought back, told him how wrong he was. But I didn't. And that was the part I hated the most. Not just him, but my own silence, my inability to push back against the weight of his anger.
Sitting here now, surrounded by my classmates, I felt trapped. Trapped by his control over me, by the way his mood could shift the course of my entire day.
I clenched my hands under the desk, the empty space where the ring had been a constant reminder. I wasn't just mad at him-I was furious.
This morning, Agastya dropped me off at the university, and the entire ride was steeped in silence. Neither of us spoke a word, the tension between us hanging heavy in the air.
Even at breakfast, he sat across from me, watching closely as if to make sure I finished every bite. It felt suffocating.
I'm not a child, so why does he always act like a control freak? It's like he doesn't know how to just be normal around me, like he can't relax for even a second.
His behavior is overwhelming, and it's starting to feel like I'm trapped under his constant scrutiny. Why can't he just treat me like an equal, instead of trying to control everything I do?
Today, I've been avoiding my friends, deliberately keeping my distance so they don't notice the ring on my finger-the ring I'm only wearing because of my fear of Agastya.
The thought of them asking questions, or worse, realizing the truth, makes my chest tighten. I don't want them to see me like this, controlled by someone else's demands.
God, I hate him. I hate that he's pushed me to this point, where I feel like I can't even make decisions for myself without worrying about his reaction.
This ring, something that should symbolize love or commitment, but for me it feels like a chain around my finger, a constant reminder of his power over me.
Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt the weight of someone's gaze on me. Instinctively, I looked up and saw James, one of my classmates, watching me.
His eyes lingered for a moment longer than I expected, but I forced a smile in his direction before turning back to my book, trying to focus again.
A few minutes later, I glanced up and noticed he was still staring, his gaze fixed on me. Now it was starting to make me feel uneasy. Why was he looking at me like that?
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Fantastik"You're Soaking Wet, Are you sure you don't want me?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with a dangerous edge "N-no," she stuttered, her voice trembling as his hand slowly moved up her inner thighs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "But...
