"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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I coughed suddenly, breath stolen by the scene in front of my sight- the one I wasn't ready for, yet couldn't look away from.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was my first time checking the camera feed after the setup-just a safety check, nothing else.
But the screen flickered to life, as she was stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel, damp hair clinging to her shoulders, curling slightly at the ends.
For a second, My hand froze around the phone. My breath hitched.
I wasn't supposed to see that.
Instinct told me to shut the screen off immediately and I almost did But just as my finger moved, she smiled.
A smile, the kind of smile that crept up a smirk on my lips as well. It wasn't meant for anyone. Just a moment she shared with herself and somehow, it reached me.
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked away out of respect, gave her the privacy she deserved-but not without noticing the ease in her movements, the lightness in her steps.
She was okay.
She was safe...and that was all I really needed to know for now But her safety didn't erase the threat. Didn't mean the man who dared to haunt her had the right to keep breathing.
They were still out there, still breathing-and that only fed the fire in my chest. A fury so sharp that almost made my vision blur.
I inhaled deeply, forcing the rage to settle before managing a faint smile as Rakshita walked toward me, returning from her event.
She wanted to visit Naina and I volunteered to drive her.
A convenient excuse. A way to see her face to face. Just for a moment. Just to make sure she is really okey and trying to find some clues also.
I didn't know if it was a good enough reason for my mind. But for my heart?
It was more than enough-just as seeing her in front of me. She was Standing, smiling, talking and Breathing calmly. Her presence alone steadied something inside me.
Her family welcomed me with such warmth, so effortlessly kind... and it only made the guilt worse.
Their daughter—their bright, lovely daughter-was suffering.
Because of me.
Because of everything I dragged into her life. If they ever found out, I wasn't sure they could forgive me. Hell, I wasn't sure I could forgive myself.
Rakshita wrapped Naina in a tight hug, whispering something before heading out.
I stayed quiet, watching from a distance, the emotions settling over me like a storm. Again.
