OUR OBSESSIONS - FATE of LOVE

Chapter 16

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I was this close to losing myself, but I held my ground—for Esha, for everything she meant to me, for what she cared for, and for whom she cared.

If I broke now, there would be nothing left but ash.

Suddenly, the weight of the conversation shifted to a more sombre note. It became apparent that my next question was not to be taken lightly, carrying the gravity of a serious matter.

"Why do you care for her?" I asked, casually unfolding my arms to push into my pockets.

"What if I say 'I love her'".

My sharp retort cut through the air, "You don't."

His response was nonchalant, bordering on arrogance, "Maybe or may not. At least I can have her for a while."

That was the final straw, my pent-up irritation exploding in a violent outburst, leaving his lips bleeding as I struck him feeling like a hungry lion after years of starving.

In his quick retaliation, a punch in my gut mirrored my own blow.

My voice took on a dangerous edge as I spoke, my frustration and anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

"She's not a toy for you to play with." I punctuated my words with a swift punch to his gut.

He clenched his jaw, a steely glare in his eyes as he responded with a punch to my stomach, "Not yours too"

If onlookers had witnessed our brawl, they would surely have thought we were two gangsters brawling, not the chief executive officer of Astralynx TechSol and the future CEO of Grace & Grandeur.

Our fight, which began with mere punches, had now escalated into a full-blown battle.

With each response or retort from us, we delved deeper into an endless conflict.

Once we finally stopped, panting and weary, we slumped down next to the car, Jay delicately dabbed his bruised face as he spoke softly, "I have always bested you when we were younger. You have improved in these five years."

"Five years and seven months," I corrected him, still refusing to look at him.

"Never mind." He responded with a weary face.

His response only fueled my anger once more. Silence enveloped us and the sound of the ticking clock in our wristwatches and gushing air only heightened my irritation.

If silence were a living entity, I would have strangled it to death in an instant.

My hands itching with anger, the desire to strangle Jay nearly overwhelming me. If even a moment more had passed without him speaking, my self-control would have shattered, and I might have lashed out violently.

"My dad...he is dying," Jay suddenly murmured, breaking the stillness.

Confusion washed over me. I knew about Jay's father's condition, but the revelation that it was as severe as a life-threatening illness took me aback.