unhealthy_editts
Avi stepped forward again, trapping her against the wall.
His voice dropped. "You're still beautiful when you're scared."
"I'm not scared," she whispered.
He leaned closer. "Liar."
Their faces inches apart.
Her breath hitched. Their faces were close. Too close.
She whispered, "Why are you doing this?"
Avi slammed her over the sink, forearm pinning her throat. Lost keys glowed red-hot from stove.
Tore her top from the back-skin bared.
Pressed key to spine. Slow drag: "A... V... I." Flesh sizzled black, agony exploding.
She screamed. "Quiet," he breathes, steady hand. "Feel that? You're signed over."
"Rot," she gasps, rigid.
Lips brush the raw edge. Tastes copper. "Rot together." Drops the key in the basin. "Ice it. I'll inspect tomorrow - deeper if healed wrong"
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She never saw him that way.
But he never stopped seeing her.
Aadhya met Avi in university-charming, kind, and everything a friend should be. He fell quietly, hopelessly, completely.
But when she didn't love him back... something in him broke.
Years later, he returns-not as a boy with a crush, but a man with a plan. A plan to make her his. Whether she wants it or not.
Love didn't change him. Rejection did.
A story of obsession, twisted revenge, and the dangerous line between love and possession