"SHE FELL FIRST BUT HE FELL HARDER"-an intriguing twist on a classic trope!
What happens when the girl is just as obsessed as the man? We often hear about male stalkers, but let's flip the script! Imagine a woman with the same intensity and passion...
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As I stood before the mirror, adjusting my tie, a wave of unease settled in my stomach. The reflection staring back at me was that of a man who had everything-success, wealth, and a family that loved him. Yet, there was a shadow lurking just beyond the edges of my consciousness, a feeling that something was off.
As I finished getting ready, something strange caught my eye through the window's reflection. I glanced over, half-expecting to see someone watching me, but it could have just been my imagination playing tricks.
I shook my head, trying to brush off the sensation. It was probably just nerves about returning to Jaipur after all these years. I had promised Rakshita I would be there for her birthday, and I intended to keep that promise.
With a heavy sigh, I took one last look in the mirror. Still, the feeling of being watched lingered, prickling at the back of my neck.
Stepping out of my room, I made my way down the hallway, my heart pounding with each step.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from an
unknown number: "Meet me at the old warehouse. I have something important to discuss."
My instincts screamed at me to ignore it, but curiosity got the better of me.
I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Who are you?" Just as I was about to put my phone away, another text flashed on the screen:
"I didn't think you'd forget me this quickly, hahah."
I furrowed my brow at the reply, my heart racing.
Who is this person?
Why do they want to meet me at the old warehouse?
I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the screen. The message felt like a challenge, a taunt that stirred something deep within me.
"What do you want?"
I typed back, my pulse quickening.
The response came almost immediately: "You'll find out soon enough. Just come alone."
A chill ran down my spine. Something was off. I couldn't shake the feeling that this could be dangerous.
With a deep breath, I grabbed my jacket and slipped a small knife and a gun into my pocket, just in case.
As I stepped out of my apartment, the sensation of being watched returned, stronger this time. I glanced around, but the hallway was empty. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the paranoia that clung to me like a shadow.
As I approached the warehouse, the air grew thick with tension. The building loomed before me, its windows dark and foreboding.
I stepped inside, the creaking floorboards echoing my unease.
