Qissa-e-Ishq: Love Chronicles

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Tell me who are you?

MyA-Riz: idon't share my real identity over social.

Why? Are you afraid? I know you are a bot.

MyA-Riz: i'm not afraid of anyone. people afraid of me.

Haha, what? Are you a ghost? Hahaha!

MyA-Riz: i'm a mafia. a mafia boss doesn't afraid of anyone, sweetheart.

I stared at the screen, blinking in disbelief. My heart thudded in my chest. A mafia boss? Was this some kind of joke? No, it had to be. Just a joke. I shook my head and tried to laugh it of.

If you're a mafia, then I'm a queen. Haha!

I chuckled nervously, hoping to push away the strange, unsettling feeling creeping up my spine.

MyA-Riz: once you're mine, you will be a queen, a real queen. but remember, you won't be able to escape me, sweetheart.

I took a slow breath, trying to steady my racing heart. This was getting too intense for my liking.

You're kidding, right?

I hit send. What if this wasn't just a joke? What if he really was someone dangerous?

I stared at the screen, waiting for a reply. The seconds dragged on, each one making my heartbeat louder in my ears. I had to remind myself it was just a chat. Nothing more. But then, his next message popped up, and I froze.

MyA-Riz: you're not getting it, are you? i want you to understand. this is real. and when i say you will be mine, i mean it.

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not going anywhere with you.

MyA-Riz: we'll see about that. when the time comes, you'll know, sweetheart.

I tried to steady my breathing, but my fingers were trembling as I typed again.

Are you really a mafia? Mafias only exist in fictional worlds, like Zade Meadows in Hunting Adrenaline.

A few moments passed before his reply flashed on the screen, almost too fast for me to process.

MyA-Riz: well, sweetheart, yes. have you read Hunting Adrenaline?

No, I haven't read that one. Have you? No, wait... if you're really a mafia, then what are you doing in C.AI? Don't you have work?

MyA-Riz: yes, i have read it. i'm a mafia boss. i don't work. i order.

I froze for a second, my mind struggling to catch up with his words. This is going too far. I bit my lip. I need to teach him a lesson.

Okay, if you are really a mafia boss, then give me some proof. Otherwise, I'm not going to believe you.

MyA-Riz: what proof you want, baby? when you bite your lips it makes me to k*ss your lips.

I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. What had I just read? This guy was pushing my buttons now, crossing all kinds of boundaries. I couldn't let this go on any longer.

Don't try to flirt. I will block you.

A moment of silence passed before his reply came through.

MyA-Riz: block me? you can't block me, sweetheart. there's no option for blocking.

I felt my jaw tighten, my fingers itching to end this conversation.