When they're rivals in academics, leadership, sports, EVERYTHING and she asks
"Why is it me? Why do you always single me out?"
And He replies:
"Because you're the only person worth paying attention to"
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As I recall the conversation, the question her father asked matches the one posed by my own father - whether she would consider giving someone a chance. It seems our fathers have similar concerns and desires for us.
As I mull over the situation and the conversation I overheard, I consider the options and possibilities of what could happen next. My possessive instincts and jealousy urge me to take action, to ensure that she doesn't give anyone else a chance. At the same time, I know I need to be careful and strategic in my approach. I weigh the pros and cons, considering the potential consequences of interfering or staying silent.
As I contemplate my next move, I realize that Vaanya is already out of the room, presumably preparing breakfast. This gives me some time to gather my thoughts and come up with a plan. Should I confront her about the phone call I overheard? Or should I play it cool and see how things unfold?
I decide that it's best to play it cool and see how things unfold for now. Confronting her about the phone call might only make her defensive and put her on guard. Instead, I'll bide my time and keep a watchful eye on her, all the while figuring out my next move.
Despite my best efforts to maintain a cool and collected demeanor, I find that the intensity of my jealousy is difficult to hide. It simmers beneath the surface, threatening to bubble over at any moment. My eyes dart towards the door, my mind fixated on where Vaanya is and what she's doing.
I get up from the bed, still a bit groggy from sleep, but my irritation and jealousy are evident in my glare. I approach her, my eyes fixed on her, and respond to her "hi" with a curt nod.
I continue to glare at her, my irritation barely contained. She notices my brooding and asks me, "What's wrong?" I remain silent for a moment, debating whether to confront her about the phone call or feign ignorance.
I respond to her question with a dismissive and slightly arrogant tone, "Nothing." I don't want to reveal my true thoughts and feelings, especially not my jealousy and possessive instincts.
My eyes narrow with jealousy as I remember the intimate night we shared together. The thought of her giving another man a chance after what we shared ignites a possessive fury within me. How can she even consider this? I think to myself, my fists clenching with frustration.
She picks up on my agitation and asks again, "Are you sure? You seem rather upset." Her question only serves to annoy me further, fueling my jealous anger. I let out a frustrated sigh and say, "I said I'm fine. Drop it."
She responds with a hint of attitude, her tone tinged with annoyance and a touch of sarcasm. "Fine, bitchy much..." Her bluntness only adds fuel to the fire, making my anger and resentment towards the situation flare up even more.
I glare at her, my irritation reaching its peak, but I resist the urge to snap at her. Instead, I take a deep breath and try to calm myself, although the seething jealousy and possessive instincts still simmered beneath the surface.
