The Silence Between Us

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They warned me about him.

Not with words, but with silence. The kind that hangs in boardrooms and bloodlines. The kind that says: He's not for you.

But I was seventeen when I first saw Rudra Malhotra.

And seventeen doesn't listen.

He wasn't the boy next door. He was the boy behind locked gates and whispered reputations. The one who didn't smile unless it meant something. The one who looked at me like I was a secret he already knew.

We weren't supposed to touch.

But we did.

And once you touch something that dangerous, it doesn't leave you.

Not when you graduate.

Not when you run.

Not even when you build a life that's supposed to be safe.

Because obsession doesn't fade.

It waits.

And when it returns, it doesn't knock.

It walks in like it never left.

"He wasn't my first mistake. But he was the one I never wanted to undo."
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I was never supposed to want her.

Not with the name she carried. Not with the fire in her eyes. Not with the way she walked into rooms like she didn't owe anyone an apology.

But I did.

From the moment she looked at me across that courtyard-too bold, too curious-I knew I was already undone.

She wasn't mine to touch. Not in that school. Not in this world. Not with the legacy I was born into and the leash I wore like a crown.

But obsession doesn't ask for permission.

It waits.

It watches.

It learns the rhythm of her voice, the scent of her skin, the way she says your name when no one's listening.

And when it's time, it doesn't knock.

It breaks the door.

I tried to forget her.

I built empires. Burned bridges. Buried the boy who once believed in love.

But she came back.

And now I'm standing in the wreckage of everything I built.

Still wanting her.

Still willing to lose it all

"I knew she'd ruin me the moment I saw her-and I wanted it anyway."