FATED REDEMPTION

33.

ARHAN

I made mistakes driven by my greed for revenge, and now, the weight of my actions has begun to dawn on me. I realize how deeply I have hurt her, to the point where she despises me.

I deserve every bit of her disdain. I am not worthy of asking for her forgiveness, and I doubt I deserve it after all I've done.

From the moment I saw her, she became an unhealthy obsession. Initially, she was just a girl I wanted to possess at any cost. But now, it's different. I don't want to possess her,I want to be with her. I want to spend time with her.

The thought of seeing her with someone else terrifies me. She is mine, and she will always be mine.

I am consumed by guilt for using her in my game of revenge. My actions were selfish and cruel, and I am tormented by the pain I caused her. I wish I could turn back time and undo the hurt, but I know I can't.

But I am not allowed to feel this way,I shouldn't feel this way once I get my revenge back, she won't stay with me.

My plan was never to get too consumed by her but now I am too deep into this shit that I can't pull myself back.

My thoughts were interrupted by a call. I sighed when I saw it was my grandfather. It feels wrong to call him that,he never gave me a reason to.

I answered the call.

"Spero di essermi spiegato e ti stai preparando a tornare in Italia con tua moglie he said, his voice as emotionless as ever.

("I hope I've made myself clear, and you're preparing to return to Italy with your wife")

I still haven't decided if I'll go. It's up to her if she's comfortable with it.

I still replied just to stop him from nagging "Saremo presenti"

("We'll be there.")

He hummed in acknowledgment and hung up without another word.

I stared at the phone for a moment, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation.

His demands were always like this—cold and unyielding. I put the phone down and ran a hand through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts.

The room felt stifling, and I needed some air. I walked over to the window and opened it, letting the cool breeze wash over me. It was a small relief, but it didn't ease the turmoil inside me.

I thought about her—how she had become such a significant part of my life, despite my initial intentions.

After our last conversation, it's becoming difficult to talk to her even face her.She is usually avoiding me.

With a deep breath, I turned away from the window and headed towards the living room, where she was sitting with a book in her hands. She looked up as I approached, her eyes questioning.