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The drive back home was quiet, but Vijay's mind was anything but.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as the memory of her slap played over and over in his head. Kavya.
That name, her name, was like a chant in his brain, and her face haunted him like a ghost.
He parked the car outside the house, barely noticing the servants who came to greet him.
Without saying a word, he stormed inside and shut the door to his room, locking it. Leaning back against the door, he took a deep breath, but it didn't help.
Her face wouldn't leave his mind.
Her lips, soft yet firm when she spoke with such confidence. Her eyes are sharp and filled with fire.
The way her waist chain glinted in the sunlight as she moved, it was driving him mad.
"How can someone do this to me?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
He wasn't supposed to feel this way. He didn't believe in love at first sight. It was foolish, ridiculous. But now? He was living proof of how real it was.
He threw himself onto his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Then, the image of her hand slapping the bus driver popped into his head, and a surge of jealousy coursed through him.
"That bastard," Vijay hissed. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching as he imagined the driver's face.
How dare he get to feel her touch, even if it was a slap? Vijay wished he could trade places with the man, to feel her palm against his cheek, to experience even the anger she radiated.
The thought twisted something dark in him. He sat up abruptly, pacing the room.
He couldn't stand the idea of anyone else being close to her, even if it was just a slap.
"I should have broken his face," he muttered under his breath.
"He doesn't deserve to even look at her, let alone touch her."
He ran his fingers over his face, his breathing uneven. Her voice echoed in his mind, the way she stood up for that girl with no fear.
"She's a teacher," he whispered, a smirk tugging at his lips.
The thought felt sinful, almost forbidden, and that only made it more alluring.
"A teacher. Teaching kids. Sweet, innocent," he muttered, the words rolling off his tongue like a prayer.
"But she's not innocent, not entirely. Not with that fire in her eyes."
The thoughts became darker, more obsessive. He needed to know more about her, where she lived, what she liked, what she hated.
He wanted to be the only one she thought about, the only one she saw.
As the night dragged on, Vijay grew restless. Her image filled every corner of his mind.
Her braid swinging over her shoulder, her lips pressing together in frustration, the delicate chain around her waist was all too much.
He slammed a fist against the wall, trying to shake the feeling, but it wouldn't go away.
