HIGH  //Abhishek Sharma Fanfiction//

HIGH //Abhishek Sharma Fanfiction//

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WpMetadataReadAbgeschlossen So., Aug. 9, 20201Std 55Min
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"He's gone and I gotta stay high, all the time, to keep him off my mind." << When he didn't know I existed, I was head over heels for him. I still am. But it's different now. He didn't know me then, but now he does. And, it scares me. He isn't any normal dude. He's Abhishek Sharma, whereas I'm just a normal girl attending college. You really think things will work out for us? >> ** "She's the kind of high, only a deep soul can get attached to." << She thinks things won't work out for us because I'm Abhishek Sharma and she's just a normal girl. What she doesn't see is how much I love her. I'm definitely not letting her get away so easily. >>
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In war, there are rules. In love, there are none. --- "Tu samajhta kya hai apne aapko, Gill?" (What do you think you are, Gill?) Shubman smirked, stepping closer, voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "Tera obsession." (Your obsession.) Ishan's breath hitched as Shubman gripped his jaw, tilting his face up. "Aur tu jitna bhaag lega, Major... utna hi main tujhe todne ka maza lunga." (The more you run, Major... the more I'll enjoy breaking you.) --- "Sharma, tu hamesha mujhse bhaagta hai." (Sharma, you always run from me.) Abhishek's back hit the wall as Siddharth stalked closer, dark eyes glinting with something unhinged. "Aur har baar main tujhe dhoondh hi leta hoon." (And every time, I find you.) Abhishek's pulse raced as Siddharth's fingers brushed his throat, pressing lightly. "Tujhe pata hai tujhe dekh ke mera sabr kyun tut jata hai?" (Do you know why I lose my patience when I see you?) A slow smirk curled on Siddharth's lips before he leaned in, voice dropping to a sinful whisper. "Kyuki tu sirf mera hai, Sharma. Aur tujhe kisi aur ki nazar lagne ka bhi haq nahi." (Because you're only mine, Sharma. And you don't even have the right to let anyone else look at you.) --- A story where dominance turns into obsession. Where possessiveness is a weapon. Where love isn't soft-it's brutal. Unforgiving. Addictive. A battlefield is nothing compared to the war they fight for control.

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