Trapped By Obsession
๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฉ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ. "Aayansh," I say, my voice unsteady. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't answer right away, his dark eyes locking onto mine, sharp and predatory. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" he asks, his voice dangerously calm. "I don't owe you an explanation." His jaw tightens. In two strides, he's in front of me. "Try again, Anika. Who were you with tonight?" "No one," I snap. "You don't get to interrogate me." He grabs my wrist, firm but not painful. "You think I don't notice when you lie?" "I'm not lying!" "You're wearing his scent," he growls, stepping closer. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" I step back, hitting the wall. "You're imagining things." "Am I?" His hand braces beside my head, trapping me. "You're mine. Or have you forgotten?" "I don't belong to you!" His lips curl into a smirk, dark and dangerous. "Say that again. Look me in the eyes and say it." I try, but the words stick in my throat. His gaze burns through me, leaving me powerless. "That's what I thought," he murmurs, his fingers brushing my jaw. "Deny it all you want, but your body betrays you every time I'm near." "Aayansh, stop." "Stop?" His tone mocks. "You don't want me to stop. You want me to remind you who you belong to." His lips crush mine, rough and possessive. My resistance melts, even as I hate myself for giving in. "You drive me insane," he mutters, his hands gripping my waist. "You think I'll let anyone else have you? Never." "You're suffocating me." "Good," his voice is low, dangerous, his forehead pressing to mine. "Let it suffocate you, cherry. Let it remind you that you're mine, and I'll never let anyone else take what belongs to me." He kisses me again, stealing my breath. This wasn't love, it was his obsession in which he trapped me.
