"You may never know it, but my heart beats for you in every moment we’re apart, and each smile you give is a silent promise that keeps me alive."
Agar hamare rishte ke liye humein apni jaan deni padti hai, toh main tumhe maarne ya khud ko maarne ke liye tayaar hoon.
(If for our relationship we have to give up our lives, then I am ready to kill you or to kill myself)
I never knew that my monster heart have the ability to love someone. Not love but obsession.
She.
My heart.
The magnet that pulls me.
Now here I am sitting in my office after canceling an important meeting which costs the countries economy, just to see her.
She’s been here for more than three years, and every single day, I fall for her a little more. I know I come off as intense, maybe too intense. But I can’t help it. She’s everything. Mine to protect, to care for.
I then remembered the last time I saw a guy get too close to her. That guy thought he could flirt with her. I made sure he knew she wasn’t available. I Hit him on the spot. Maybe I overreacted, but… she’s my world. She’s the reason I walk into this office every day.
How do I tell her how I feel without scaring her off? I’m not exactly subtle… I just can’t imagine anyone else being by her side. What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she rejects me? No, I’d make her see it. If she rejects me I will kill her.
She’s my little baby. I’d do anything for her, make sure she’s safe, even if it means keeping everyone else away. Someday, she’ll understand.
I leaned back in my office chair, eyes fixed on the view through the glass wall. There she was, working at her desk, as focused as ever. She’d tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a habit I’d seen countless times but could never tire of. The way she concentrated, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, was almost mesmerizing.
Then, as if the world had slowed down, she looked up, laughing at something one of her colleagues said. I froze, watching that smile spread across her face. It was a rare thing, a real smile. She looked so alive, so… warm.
But it wasn’t for me. That smile, that laughter, it was theirs to see, not mine. A surge of irritation shot through me. Those people didn’t know her. They hadn’t spent years noticing every detail, every subtle expression. I’d been watching, waiting, wanting and they, they got to see that side of her so easily.
I felt myself tensing, my jaw clenching. Why did she keep herself so reserved around me? Why did she always keep things so professional? I didn’t want her politeness; I wanted her attention, her real, undivided attention, her body.
I noticed how she bit down softly on her bottom lip as she concentrated, then ran her tongue across it, leaving a slight shimmer in the light. It was a small, natural habit, yet it drove me insane every single time. That one simple gesture seemed to spark something wild and possessive inside me, an urge I struggled to push down.
A low burn of frustration settled in my chest as I clenched my fist tightly, forcing myself to look away before I lose control. But, just like always, my eyes found their way back to her. How could I not? She was right there, so close but still completely out of reach, sitting with her colleagues and laughing at something one of them said. Her smile was soft and genuine, the kind of smile I rarely saw, and the sight twisted something inside me. They got to see her like that. They got to be close to her in ways I could never allow himself to be, and the thought made my jaw tighten with barely contained frustration.
