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SHASHVATA

My breath caught, my mind reeling. Did she truly say those words? Or was it the alcohol speaking, weaving dreams out of my deepest desires?

I stared at her, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, my heart torn between disbelief and an overwhelming surge of hope. I wanted to believe, to let myself drown in the possibility that she meant it, that her heart spoke the truth even in her vulnerable state. My chest tightened, the depth of my longing flooding every corner of my being.

I stayed there, holding her hand, unable to pull myself away, wondering if I’d just witnessed a moment I’d never forget, a moment that might change everything.

My thoughts drifted back to her, the image of her in that vulnerable, drunken state haunting me.

Who dared to spike her drink?

The very idea filled me with a fury I could barely contain.

I wanted to be with her, to sit by her side and cradle her cheek with the pad of my thumb. My gaze fell on her peaceful face, so calm, so undisturbed by the chaos swirling within me.

How much I had missed her, her smile, this little button nose, and the feeling of her fingers interlaced with mine.

My chotu baby...

I was lost in her, lost in the need to protect her, to keep her close. But then, my phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen, and a new surge of rage coursed through me.

I had the details now, the man who dared to lay a hand on her. He had sealed his fate.

Before leaving, I looked at her one last time. She seemed so serene, almost untouched by the danger that had lurked so close. Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, whispering, “I’ll make sure he pays for this, baby. No one touches you and lives to tell the tale.”

I rolled up my sleeves and grabbed my car keys. Every step toward that door felt deliberate, filled with intent. Once behind the wheel, I drove with reckless abandon, the tires screeching as I tore down the empty streets. Her words, spoken in the haze of alcohol, played over and over in my mind. I didn’t know if she meant them or if it was just the liquor talking, but something in my heart told me they were real.

I wanted her to love me.

By the time I reached his house, my anger was white-hot. Every passing second staring at that door only intensified the fire inside me. My hand slammed against the wood, the knocks filled with a barely-contained rage. When he finally opened the door, I didn’t wait. I grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out into the night.

I threw him to the car, tying him to the back like the piece of trash he was.

The engine roared to life again, and as I drove, his body scraped along the rough road. His muffled cries reached my ears, but they only fueled me.

This was just the beginning.

I arrived at the old, abandoned building. He was barely conscious as I dragged him inside, shackling him to the cold, rusted chains. He was on the edge of death, but that wasn’t enough.

Not yet.

“Why did you do it?” My voice was low, dangerous. My eyes, burning with fury, locked onto him.

His lips trembled as he stammered, “So...sorry…”

Pathetic.

“I want the truth!” I roared, my voice echoing through the empty space like a storm ready to tear everything apart.