Toxic love
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What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness? *Excerpt* "Strip." My eyes widens. "I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan. He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed. He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys." "Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry. "Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.
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Some love stories don't start with butterflies. They start with silence. With bruises hidden under full sleeves. With eyes that don't sparkle like they used to. Shrishti used to be the brightest spark in the room. She was laughter in hallways, wit in classrooms, fire in debates. She was the girl who wore yellow just because it made her feel like sunshine. But now, she flinched at loud voices. Apologized too quickly. Avoided mirrors. And no one noticed. Except Rohan. He had known her since they were five. She was the first person to teach him how to cheat at board games, the one who used to braid his hair in two messy plaits just to annoy him, the one who cried with him when his dog died in the third grade. Now, in their eleventh year, everything had changed. His father was gone. His mother depended on him for everything. His shoulders ached under the weight of responsibility no teenager should bear. And the girl he loved was quietly being destroyed by someone who claimed to love her. He watched her fade. Day by day. Smile by broken smile. And he stayed quiet. Because she was in a relationship. Because he didn't want to be the boy who ruined things. But watching her pretend, watching her hurt, watching her lie to the world and to herself-it burned. And maybe... it was time. Time to step in. Time to remind her who she used to be. Time to show her that love wasn't supposed to break you. It was supposed to heal you.

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