Let's meet again for the first time.
Her mother shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Who will marry you now, when people get to know you were left by Vikram?" Before I could even process what I was doing, the words left my mouth.
"I wil...
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ANIKA'S POV
I have been staring at my phone for a while now, reading the message again and again.
Unknown: Hey sweetheart, remember me?
My heart races as I read the message again, a cold shiver running down my spine. Who could this be? I sat on the couch, my eyes glued to the words displayed on my screen. Who was this person and how did they have my number? A million questions fly through my mind: Is this someone I know? Is it a prank? Or something more sinister? I feel a chill run down your spine, the unknown contact and their use of the intimate nickname "sweetheart" makes my skin crawl. I quickly type a response, my fingers shaking slightly.
Me:
Who is this?
I wait in anticipation, watching the screen for a response, my heart rate picking up as the seconds tick by. The phone lies in my lap, the screen illuminating the room with its artificial glow. Whoever this is, their silence only makes me feel more unsettled. A few minutes pass, and just when I'm about to give up hope, a message pops up on the screen:
Unknown: Oh, come on, sweetheart. You haven't forgotten me already, have you? It's okay, I will remind you everything when we get together.
I stare at the screen, shaken, I feel a knot tightening in my stomach. I don't get a good feeling about this.
Me:
Who the hell are you?
My fingers tremble as I respond, my tone firm but betraying the growing sense of unease.
Unknown: You will know when the right time comes sweetheart. But for now, I am upset you are married, you belong to me princess. I am going to take you back.
My eyes widen at the text. Whoever this is, they sound crazy. Wait a minute. Can it be Vikram? He must know I am married to Aarav now, and he was going to marry me before he ran away. It can be him.
Me:
Vikram?
I want to confirm, I am pretty sure it is him. I shiver in disgust, how can someone fall so low.
Unknown: Oh so you have another lover too? Great, I will have to deal with him too then.
My face twisted in irritation and frustration as I read the message, he doesn't know Vikram so it can't be Vikram, or maybe he's playing with me so that I don't discover his identity but it can't be him because he liked controlling and manipulating me so if I recognized him, he would have been happy. This has to be someone else. But who?
Me:
I don't know who you are. Please stop texting me.
I bite on my nails in tension. Problems must love me, that's why everyday I am in some trouble.
Unknown: Don't be like that, Anika. I'll give you some time to get rid of your husband. Because you're mine Anika, and I will have you no matter what.
Have me? What does he think of himself! He sounds like I am his prey and he's my predator as if he's going to eat me.
Me:
Listen, whoever you are, stop this nonsense. I don't belong to anyone, and you don't scare me. I don't have time for all this.
I huff in anger, I watch the screen in frustration, my blood boiling. How dare this person think they can threaten me and talk about me as if I belong to them? I'm not an object, and I belong to no one but myself. I grip my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white. Whoever this person is, they're clearly deranged. But I won't let them see that they're getting to me.
Unknown: Oh sweetheart, you’re so feisty. That’s one of the things I love about you. But don’t worry, I’ll give you some time to come around. Just remember, I’m always watching.
My heart pounds as I read the message. The implication that this person is watching me sends a fresh wave of fear through me. My mind races with questions and worst-case scenarios. How long has this person been watching me? How much do they know? I glance around the room, suddenly hyper-aware of every shadow and sound. My paranoia heightens, making the familiar room feel strange and unsafe. I need to do something about this, but I can’t involve Aarav. Not yet. This person is clearly unstable, and I don’t want to escalate the situation by bringing him into it.
But I also can’t ignore this. Taking a deep breath, I type out another message, trying to maintain my composure despite the rising panic.
Me:
If you don’t stop this, I’ll go to the police.
I hit send and wait, my anxiety growing with each passing second. The reply comes almost immediately, as if they were waiting for me to respond.
Unknown: The police can’t protect you, sweetheart. Only I can. Just wait and see. I’ll prove it to you.
I feel a surge of anger and fear. Who does this person think they are, threatening me like this? I refuse to be intimidated by some anonymous creep. I will find out who this is and put an end to it. I decide to block the number. I can't deal with this right now, not with everything else going on.
Author's note: Oh no here we go! More drama 🥲😭 Before they could even start their romance 🙈🌝 i apologize for that (or NOT 😂) anyways let me know how was the chapter! Love:)
