The unspoken desires
CHAPTER 1
The room was suffocatingly dark, the air heavy with silence. Haya crawled backward across the cold floor, her palms trembling as she tried to put distance between herself and the figure approaching slowly. His shadow stretched long across the walls, swallowing the faint light.
Her voice broke between sobs.
“Who are you? And what am I doing here?” She glanced around desperately, retreating further into the emptiness.
The man stopped, his movements deliberate. He lowered himself into a chair, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her blood run cold.
“Who I am isn’t important,” he said, his tone calm but edged with menace. “Why you’re here matters. You’ve made me suffer for the past week. My friends say you’ll never be mine, but if I want something, I’ll get it—even by wrong means.”
His lips curled into a smirk.
“Let me be clear, Haya. The only girl in the entire college who doesn’t give me a single glance is you. Half the college has a crush on you, yet you ignore the prince. At first, I wanted you as my girlfriend. But now… now I only want to mark you as mine.”
Haya froze, her breath catching. Recognition flickered in her eyes.
“Rohan?” Her voice was sharp, filled with disbelief. “How can you think of me so cheaply? I am not a piece of paper for you to stamp on. I am a person with my own life—and I have a son. Why would I ever look at you?”
Rohan’s face hardened, his expression blank.
“Yes, me. So what if you have a son? I know he isn’t your biological son.”
Her eyes blazed. She stopped crawling, sat upright, and fixed him with a glare that cut deeper than any blade.
“So what? You little fool. If you dare come near me, I’ll make sure you don’t see the next morning. I am not someone you can stamp. If you knew my real personality, you wouldn’t dare do this again. Now I even hate being looked at by you.”
She rose to her feet, her movements fluid, dangerous. Walking toward him, she sat directly in front of him, her presence suffocating. His expression flickered—fear, shock, amusement—all colliding in his eyes.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, cold and final.
“If you love your life, leave now. Otherwise, you’ll be killed in your own basement.”
The words struck him harder than any blow. Rohan’s bravado shattered. Panic surged through him, and without another word, he bolted from the room. His footsteps echoed wildly as he fled, colliding with a girl in the hallway. He didn’t dare look at her—he only ran, as though chased by a ghost.
The girl, tense and shocked, turned toward the room. But before she could enter, Haya stepped out, her aura calm once more. Relief washed over the girl, and she rushed forward, wrapping Haya in a tight embrace.
“How are you? Are you all right? Why was he running like that—did he see a ghost?” she asked, breaking the hug, her face a storm of emotions.
Haya raised one eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smile.
“And what do you think—who the ghost is? What could happen to me? I’m perfectly fine.”
She twirled lightly, arms spread, her smile playful yet edged with danger. Then she hugged her shoulders and added softly,
“Don’t worry. I’m fine, Shreya.”
Shreya exhaled, her body relaxing.
“Thank God you’re okay. But why was he running? I know you don’t get scared, but you frightened him. What if he tells everyone that the sweetest girl is actually the most dangerous?”
Haya’s glare silenced her instantly.
“Are you serious right now?”
Shreya hesitated, then pressed on, her voice pleading.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to kill him, bro. What exactly happened? Can you tell me—and maybe leave him?”
But when Haya explained everything—what Rohan had tried to do, the challenge he had accepted, the insult he had made—Shreya’s anger doubled. Her eyes burned with the same fire as Haya’s.
“I’m with you,” she said firmly, a smirk tugging at her lips. “If you want him to take no more breath, don’t worry. I’ll take care of the rest, as I always have.”
Her tone was dangerous, her loyalty absolute.
Then, softening, she added with a sigh,
“But right now, let’s go home before your parents kill me. You’ve been missing for two days with no calls or messages.”
Together, they walked to the car waiting outside. The engine roared to life, and as they drove away, the night swallowed the basement behind them—a place where fear had been born, and where Rohan had learned that Haya was untouchable.
