Obsessed with you

Obsessed with you

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"POV of Cessy Cessy was an ordinary girl in her final year of college, but her life was consumed by an extraordinary fixation. She was captivated by Nowa, a classmate who seemed to embody everything she desired. Every glance he cast, every word he spoke, seemed like a hint of something more. Cessy's obsession grew daily. She meticulously followed his social media, mapped his routines, and even frequented places he might visit. Her life revolved around him, each moment spent devising ways to get closer to him One day, while studying in the library, she noticed a shadow lingering near her. Cessy looked up and saw Noah, pretending to read a book, but his eyes were fixed on her. A thrill surged through her; was he aware of her existence? She felt a rush of validation. But she was not the only one feeling this way. POV of Nowa Nowa was an enigma to most, but his life was haunted by Cessy presence. He had noticed her long before she became aware of him. Her intense gaze and the way she seemed to orchestrate her life around his had intrigued him. His fascination grew into obsession. He found himself tracking her movements, watching her from a distance, and even hacking into her social media accounts. He was drawn to her as much as she was to him, and his own obsession began to mirror hers.
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She felt it before she saw it-the prickle of eyes on her skin, the unsettling sensation of being watched, even in a crowd. The feeling had started months ago, subtle at first, just a hint of unease that she brushed aside as paranoia. But as days turned into weeks, the sensation grew more intense, more insistent, like a shadow that followed her everywhere. Her friends called her dramatic, her mother worried she was overworking herself. But she knew better. It wasn't just her imagination. He was always there-just out of sight, lurking in the edges of her world, a dark figure woven into the fabric of her life. She caught glimpses of him in reflections, a fleeting silhouette in the corner of her vision. She could feel his presence, a heavy weight pressing on her chest, tightening her breath. He watched her with a hunger that burned in his eyes, an obsession that consumed him. She didn't know his name, didn't know his face, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze even when she was alone. It was a strange sensation, knowing someone wanted her so badly it bordered on madness. Her every move was marked, every breath counted. She was no longer living in a city, but in a cage-a cage he had built, without bars or locks, yet impossible to escape. He had chosen her, marked her as his own, and now there was no turning back. She's his obsession, and he's her obsessive stalker. What she didn't know was why. Why her? Why now? And what would he do if she tried to run? The answer was simple-he would never let her go

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