When my relatives adopted him, I didn't think much of it. But as we grew up, I started to hate him.
He was perfect.
Smart, charming, effortlessly good at everything. My parents, my teachers, even strangers-everyone loved him, and everyone started comparing me to him.
"You should be more like him."
"Why can't you do it like he does?"
I thought he hated me too.
Our silent competition, our cold stares-I was sure he wanted nothing to do with me.
So imagine my surprise when our families arranged our marriage.
I thought I was trapped in a loveless political marriage with my long-time rival. I was ready to grit my teeth and endure it.
But slowly, strange things started to happen.
He always knew where I was.
My friends began to distance themselves.
Anyone who showed interest in me disappeared.
And his smile...It never quite reached his eyes.
Turns out, he didn't hate me.
Turns out, my husband is a hidden yandere.
And now? He's making sure I can never leave.
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"I thought he was my rival. Turns out, I was always his obsession".
"..........."
تحتُّ الركام
أصواتٌ انقطع أنينها
ودقاتٌ توقف نبضها
فرحةً لم تكتمل
وأحلامٌ أجهضت قبل المخاض
تحتُ الركام
قصصٌ لم تكتب لها النهاية
وحكاياتٌ رحل من كان يرويها
ألعابٌ لطخت بدماء الأطفال
تحتُ الركام
أسماءٌ تساقطت من السجلّ المدني
مثل تساقط الأوراق من الأشجار
فأصبحت في سماء النسيان
تحتٌ الركام
وجوهٌ تغيرت ملامحها فأنكرها
الزمان والمكان
فشيعت أجسادهم لمقابرٍ في الجنان
تحت الركام
ارتجف الأطفال خوفًا
فغادروا الحياة ولم يجدوا الأمان
وصايا خُطت بحبرٍ من الخذلان
وأمنياتٌ غادرت عالم الخيال
تحت الركام
حيث يشهد الظلم والقهر