Not My Type - At First

"Where have you been?"
He asked her calmly but sternly

Silence.
She said nothing.

"I'm asking you," he repeated, louder now-.
She still didn't answer, but turned to leave, the sting of disappointment gripping her throat.

But before she could take a step, he grabbed her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" he snapped, voice taut with frustration.
In one swift motion, he pulled her back and pinned her gently but firmly against the wall.
The air crackled around them.

"Why are you behaving like this?" he demanded, his eyes boring into hers.

"Leave me!" she shot back, her voice sharp, cracking.
"What's wrong with you?"

His patience snapped.

"why!" he shouted.

"You've been avoiding me, shutting me out, walking around like a ghost! And when I ask you-you push me away! Why, Sona? What did I do?"

Her chest heaved.
Tears welled in her eyes.
His grip loosened slightly, but his gaze never faltered.

"You want to know?" she hissed, eyes wild with pain.
"You really want to know what's wrong with me?"

"Yes!" he shouted back, breathless, helpless.

She shoved him back.

"I love you, Adharv sir !"
Her voice echoed like thunder through the room.
"That's what's wrong with me. That's what's killing me."she run away from there