Dark Love: A Psycho Lover

Season 1 Episode 13

Ishika paced in her room, her heart pounding as the walls seemed to close in on her. The day replayed in her mind like a never-ending loop: the innocent chatter with Raj, a fellow classmate, about an upcoming project. What had felt like a simple exchange of ideas had spiraled into a storm of jealousy the moment Arav had glimpsed their conversation.

"Why did I even talk to him?" she muttered to herself, the weight of regret heavy in her chest. The sense of dread that had settled in her stomach was tightening into a painful knot. She could hear Arav's footsteps echoing down the hallway—each step a countdown to confrontation.

When the door swung open, Arav stepped inside, his expression a turbulent mix of anger and hurt. "What the hell were you thinking, talking to him?" His voice was low, but the fury laced within it sent a chill through her.

"I was just discussing the project, Arav! It's not a big deal!" Ishika tried to sound assertive, but her voice wavered, betraying her fear.

"Not a big deal? It looked like more than that to me!" He stepped closer, invading her personal space, and she instinctively recoiled, the heat of his anger palpable. "You're always hanging out with guys, Ishika. How do I know he's not trying to get close to you?"

"Arav, please! You're overreacting!" Panic clawed at her throat as she pleaded with him, desperation spilling from her voice. "It was just a conversation! You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"Overreacting?" His eyes narrowed dangerously, and in that moment, she felt the weight of his anger settle heavily around her. "You think it's okay to make me look like a fool? Everyone's talking about you! About us!"

"I'm not trying to make you look foolish! I just—"

Before she could finish her sentence, he struck her face, the sharp sting of his palm echoing in the silence of the room. Ishika stumbled back, her heart racing as shock washed over her. She pressed a trembling hand against her cheek, disbelief clouding her thoughts.

"Why would you do that?" she gasped, the tears she had been holding back now threatening to spill over. "How could you?"

Arav stepped forward, his expression shifting as he quickly masked his rage with a façade of vulnerability. "I didn't mean to," he said, his voice softer, almost pleading. "You make me so angry sometimes. It's like you're trying to push me away."

"Push you away?" Ishika echoed, her voice trembling. "I was just trying to have a normal conversation!"

"Then why are you always flirting with other guys?" he countered, his tone defensive. "What am I supposed to think?"

"I'm not flirting! We were discussing schoolwork, nothing more!" She felt her breath hitch as confusion and fear coursed through her. "Arav, I don't want to fight. Can't we just talk about this?"

"I love you, Ishika! I don't want to lose you," he continued, his voice now laced with desperation. "But you keep provoking me. You don't understand how hard this is for me."

"Provoking you?" The words felt foreign on her tongue. A wave of guilt washed over her, battling with the anger bubbling beneath her surface. "I'm not trying to provoke you! I'm just trying to live my life!"

He took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking. "But you know how I feel about you talking to other guys. I just... I'm scared of losing you," he whispered, the warmth of his breath brushing against her skin, drawing her in despite herself.

"Scared?" she echoed, her voice breaking. "You're hurting me, Arav! This isn't love! You can't keep doing this!"

He caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. "But I'm not hurting you because I want to. I'm hurting you because you don't see what you're doing to me. It's not fair to me, Ishika. You're making me feel like I'm losing control!"