When Shanaya looked to her side, she saw two hands in front of her eyes. She looked up and saw Mihir and Kunal both standing in front of her, staring intensely.
Shanaya hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly reached out to grab Kunal's hand. But before she could, she felt a large, warm palm wrap around hers. She looked up and saw Mihir already staring at her. His eyes dark and intense, jaw clenched. There was something else flickering in his gaze too, something unreadable quickly masked by him, but not before she noticed it.
Startled, Shanaya gasped when Mihir suddenly pulled her closer with a swift, firm motion. Then, without breaking eye contact, he turned to Akash and said,
"Watch. You have to grab her hand from the top like this, and then go around her like this while twirling her."
Though Mihir was speaking to Akash, his eyes never left her.
Shanaya couldn't handle the intensity in his gaze. She lowered her eyes, trying to steady herself. Something was burning inside her, her heart was doing somersaults.
"Eyes on me." Mihir said, his voice husky and low.
The moment Shanaya looked up at him with wide, startled eyes, she felt a current run down her spine. A wave of heat crept up her cheeks.
Snapping out of her daze, she glanced around the room nervously, then quickly dropped her gaze again.
"I said eyes on me, Shanaya," Mihir repeated, a little louder this time.
Realizing how it must've sounded, he quickly covered it up by adding,
"Look, Akash, this is important. You have to maintain eye contact with your partner. It's essential in salsa."
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What will happen when their worlds will collide? Will they end up together? Will they be able to confess their feelings?
"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy.
She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could.
He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside.
"Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone.
(Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.)
Her voice broke, laced with panic.
"Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope.
(You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,)
He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari "
(And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.)
His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control.
Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine
He fell first, but she fell harder
Possessive officer × innocent college girl
Obsessed from the first glance
Morally grey protector
Touch her and you're dead
Jealousy in uniform
"Stay away from me" × "Make me"
Danger disguised as devotion
"I'm not good for you" × "I don't care"
Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .