मेरी चाहतों पे

मेरी राहतों पे

तेरा ही तेरा खुमार है

मलंग मलंग मैं तेरे ही लिए हूँ मलंग मैं

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"Ansh, pagal ho gaye ho kya? Rukh jao," panic surged through me as I rushed toward him.

("Ansh, have you gone crazy? Stop")

"Chor do usse," I pleaded, trying to pull him away from the guy who was barely conscious, bruised, and bleeding. But there was no sign of Ansh letting go.

("Leave him")

"Chhoro usse, maar jaayega woh!" In a moment of sheer panic, I yanked at his arm and slapped him hard across the face.

("Leave him, you will end up killing him")

The room fell into a stunned silence. Ansh's head turned to the side from the force of the slap, while I stood there, my hand trembling.

I swallowed hard, trying to read his expression. The rage that had twisted his face just moments ago was suddenly gone-replaced with a blank, unreadable look.

Then... a slow smirk appeared on his lips. He turned his eyes back toward me, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Ansh..." I whispered, but before I could say more, he grabbed my wrist, his grip unyielding.

Within seconds, he started walking, dragging me along with him, his steps fast and determined.

I struggled, trying to free myself, but his hold was like iron. He didn't loosen his grip for a second.

We reached an empty part of the hallway, and he finally released me.

But I barely had time to process before he pushed me against the wall-not violently, but firmly, trapping me between him and the cold surface.

His arms caged me in on either side, leaving me with no escape.

"Kya kar rahe ho-"

("What are you doing—)

"Kyu bachaya usse?" he interrupted, his voice cold and sharp.

("Why did you save him?")

I looked up at him, my voice caught in my throat. His dark, intense eyes locked onto mine, silencing me instantly.

"Maar daalte tum usse," I finally managed to whisper, my throat dry.

("You would have killed him.")

Ansh's jaw clenched as he leaned in closer, the space between us shrinking.

"Toh maar jaata," he said, his voice dead serious.

("Then he would have died")

I stared at him, speechless. He continued, "Tumne nahi dekha kaise dekh raha tha woh tumhari taraf."

("You didn't see how he was looking at you.")

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I raised my voice. "Dekh hi toh raha tha na? Kuch kiya toh nahi usne. Iska matlab mar daaloge kya?!"

("He was just looking, right? He didn't do anything. That doesn't mean you can kill him")

He slammed his hands against the wall with a loud thud, making me jump.

"Haan, mar daalunga. Uska kuch karne ka intezaar nahi."

(Yes, I would kill him. I wouldn't wait for him to do anything.")

"Mujhe dekh raha tha woh!" I snapped back, my eyes burning with the same intensity as his.

("He was looking at me")

Ansh went silent for a moment, then quietly muttered, "Tabhi toh maar raha tha."

(That's why he was getting hit.)

My eyes widened in disbelief, my jaw slightly dropping as I stared at him.

"Mujhe bilkul pasand nahi jab koi tumhe galat tarike se dekhe. Nahi accha lagta mujhe," he confessed, his gaze fixed on mine with an unsettling intensity.

("I don't like it when someone looks at you in a nasty way. I hate it.")

"Or agar kisine woh kiya..." He paused, his voice lowering. "Maar daalunga usse."

("And if someone dares...I would kill him")

The seriousness in his tone sent a chill through me. There wasn't a trace of humor in his words. He meant every syllable.

"Pagal ho gaye ho tum..." I managed to whisper.

("You've gone crazy...")

"Tumhare liye," he said, without missing a beat.

("For you")

"Yeh pyaar ka bhoot utaar do apne sir se," I shot back, trying to regain some control as I glared at him.

("Remove this ghost of love from your head")

But instead of backing down, he smirked and leaned closer, his warm breath grazing my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Ishq kiya hai tumse, aur iska rang itni asaani se nahi utarta," he murmured, his voice dripping with a dangerous passion.

("I have fallen in love with you, and its color does not fade away so easily")

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Was this the start of new blooming love or possessive obsession that was tightening its grip around her.

The man she once despised, the very sight of whom made her blood boil, was now slowly consuming her life, as if every part of her-her mind, her thoughts, her heart-was being claimed by him.

He didn't want just her presence; he craved ownership over her, as though she existed solely for him.

The woman he once loathed with such intensity was now the center of his world, and his fixation was becoming dangerous, not romantic.

She was his salvation, obsession, passion.

And then his... ultimate love.

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T R O P E S

Enemies to lovers.

Arrogant × sunshine

Nerd × Hunk

He fell first and harder.

"Disrespect her with your gaze, and I'll make sure you never see again."

College romance.

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- Warning: The male lead character may exhibit arrogant and rude behavior towards the female lead, which may be uncomfortable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

As book is desi so I'll be writing a dialogues in Hindi and English both languages. (Hindi dialogues will have an english translation given down.)

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Thank you for reading ✨