╰┈➤ "Let me go, you bastard!" she snarled, her voice laced with venom as she glared at him, her eyes blazing with unfiltered hatred.
He pinned her hands above her head against the cold metal of the hospital bed's headboard, leaning in close until h...
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Yuvan’s POV:
Leaning back in my chair, I dragged lazily on my cigarette, smoke curling around me like a shroud. My mind wandered-again-to her. Suman. My little one. My obsession. The one girl who had somehow torn through every wall I’d built.
She had no idea the effect she had on me. The way her eyes avoided mine when she was nervous, the way her cheeks turned red when she blushed, or even the way she muttered curses under her breath when she thought no one could hear. She was a fucking paradox. Fragile but strong. Naive but determined.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
The door creaked open, and I looked up to find Divya sauntering in uninvited, her blood-red lips curling into a smug smile. Divya. A name I barely tolerated and a presence I despised.
Divya was my father’s best friend’s daughter. Our families had known each other for decades, she also have the tag of manager in one of our departments, my family always pushed the idea of us being a couple. It was a sick joke.
To the world, Divya was the perfect heiress-educated, sophisticated, beautiful. But I knew better. Beneath her polished manner, she was a fucking mess, always clawing for attention, always desperate for my validation.
At one point, I’d indulged her. She’d been a convenient way to scratch an itch. Nothing more. Just another body to fuck when I needed to release the chaos inside me. But she had clung to those moments like they meant something, deluding herself into thinking she could be more.
Now, she was just a nuisance.
“Yuvan,” she purred, dragging out my name like it was supposed to turn me on. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
I didn’t bother responding, my silence was deliberate. But she wasn’t deterred. She leaned over my desk, letting her cleavage spill forward, thinking it might tempt me.
Fool.
Her pathetic attempts at seduction made me laugh inside. She thought showing skin could sway me? My little one could turn me on just by existing. Her breath, her scent, the way her eyes talk-it all drove me insane. Divya, on the other hand, was nothing but noise.
“Don’t be like this,” Divya cooed, circling behind me. Her hands slid over my shoulders, her nails scraping against my skin as she whispered in my ear. “You know you need me.”
I gritted my teeth, the urge to snap her neck flaring for a brief moment. She didn’t fucking know me. She didn’t know the man beneath the suit, the darkness that simmered just below the surface.
