Junooniyat

CHAPTER 60

Maryam Chaudhary
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There were so many emotions running inside me that I couldn't express in words. He claimed he loves me, but this wasn't love; it was his psychotic behavior that was scaring me a lot. As I stood there looking at him, my heart was racing too fast. His expressions were deadly, like he was glaring at a certain spot without blinking, and his hands, were formed into fists, which only added to my fear.

"Danish", I whispered as I walked towards him. He turned his head towards me, and I was shocked to see tears in his eyes. However, he was holding them back, not letting them fall.

"Is my love really suffocating you?", he asked, his voice filled with hurt.

"Yes", I said without wasting a second. He is a psycho, a stalker, a rude, mean, and manipulative man.

"And you think I would care what you think?", he asked, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Well, I think you should care", I said, as I looked at him. He was glaring at me and taking threatening steps towards me, causing me to step back. His steps were getting closer, making my heart race in fear. Soon, I was backed into a wall, and he stood in front of me.

"Such a brat you are, you know. You feel my love is suffocating, huh?", he asked, pulling me by my hair and making me scream in pain.

"Leave my hair! You can't do anything other than shouting and abusing me", I said as I tried to break his grip. It was hard to break his hold as he was pulling my hair very hard, causing pain in my scalp.

The fear that griped me in that moment was suffocating. His actions were unpredictable and terrifying, and I didn't know what he was capable of. The way he looked at me with those cold, calculated eyessent shivers down my spine. I could feel the control slipping from my grasp as he continued to exert his dominance over me.

As he tightened his grip on my hair, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. The pain was unbearable, but I refused to show any weakness in front of him. I needed to stand my ground and not let him break me down.

But as he continued to taunt and belittle me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness wash over me. His words cut deep, and his actions were like a knife to my heart. I knew I needed to find a way to escape from this toxic situation before it consumed me completely.

In that moment, I made a decision. I would not let this man control me ant longer. I would find the strength within myself to break free from his hold and reclaim my power. And with that resolve burning in my chest, I pushed back against him, determined to stand up for myself and break free from his suffocating grip.

"I think I'm going easy on you", he said, his breath hot against my neck as he sniffed my hair, causing me to hold my breath in anticipation. Why does he always behave like this, sniffing me like some kind of predator? I just don't understand it.

"Stop", I finally managed to say As I pushed him away, creating a safe distance between us. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were dark and filled with intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His hands were clenched into fists, a clear sign of his anger.

I gulped as I looked at him, a slight smile on my lips as I tried to diffuse the tension between us. Without knowing why, I suddenly found myself embracing him tightly, seeking comfort in his arms.

"Please, Danish, let's not fight. Let's just behave normally. I'll listen to everything you say, but for once, I want to meet my parents", I pleaded, planting a soft kiss near his heart.

I couldn't explain my actions, but there was something about the way he relaxed in my embrace that made me continue holding onto him, as if i could somehow protect him from his own internal turmoil.

In that moment, admist the chaos and confusion, there was a strange sense of connection between us. And I clung onto him, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath his dark and brooding exterior.

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