The unspoken desires
CHAPTER 1
A girl crawled backward as she saw a man approaching slowly in a dark room where no one else was present. “Who are you and what am I doing here?” she asked between sobs,
glancing around as she retreated. The man paused at her question, then sat and fixed her with an intense stare.
“Who I am isn’t important, but why you’re here matters,” he said. “You 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. Let me be clear, Haya: the only girl in the whole college who doesn’t give me a single glance is you. I don’t know why, but that makes me angry; the girl half the college has a crush on is ignoring the prince. At first I wanted you as my girlfriend, but now I only want to mark you as mine,” he added, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Rohan? 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 look at you?” Haya said, stopping her crawl and sitting down with a disappointed, surprised expression.
“Yes, me. So what if you have a son? I know he isn’t your biological son,” Rohan exclaimed with a blank face.
“So what, huh? You little— if you dare come near me I will make sure you don’t see the next morning. I am not someone you can just stamp; if you knew my real personality you wouldn’t do this again. Now I even hate being looked at by you,” Haya said with a stern, brave look. She stood up, walked toward him, and—sitting in front of him while his expression flickered between fear, shock, and amusement—said, “If you love your life, leave now, or you’ll be killed in your own basement.”
Rohan ran. As he fled, he collided with a girl but didn’t dare look at her and kept running. The girl, tense and shocked, ran inside as well, but before she could, she saw Haya coming out and immediately hugged her. “How are you? Are you all right? Why was he running like that—did he see a ghost?” the girl asked, breaking the hug and showing mixed emotions.
“I am fine. And what do you think—who the ghost is?” Haya said, raising one eyebrow. “And what could happen to me? I’m perfectly all right.” She twirled, hands spread, smiling, then hugged her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, Shreya.”
The girl relaxed and sighed. “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?” she said, pausing for an answer, only to receive a glare and the reply, “Are you serious right now?”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to kill him, bro. What exactly happened? Can you tell me and leave him?” she pleaded. But when Haya told her the whole story—what happened and what he was trying to do—Shreya grew twice as angry as Haya and said, “I’m with you. If you want him to take no more breath, don’t worry; I’ll take care of the rest, as I always have.” she said with a smirk on her lips.
“But right now let’s go home before your parents kill me. You were missing for two days with no calls or messages.” Shreya said, and then they both went to their car, which was already there. They got in and drove home.
