Priya wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and disappear, but she kept them fixed on him, even as he sounded like a devil from hell.
“I don’t think it will end well if I have to repeat myself. It won’t be ‘sweetheart,’ I can assure you of that,” Priyank warned, waiting for her compliance.
He knew she couldn’t defy him, especially after witnessing his outburst firsthand. Despite any shortcomings, she understood better than anyone how to avoid pushing his buttons.
Priya cleared her head and looked at him, her breath caught in her lungs as if it couldn’t reach her mouth due to the intensity of his gaze. Whether it was her imagination or reality, his eyes seemed darker, deepening her fear.
“Keep standing here and keep looking at me, only me. If you move your eyes away, you’ll face trouble. And I don’t think you want that, do you?”
Priya swallowed hard, her throat dry with fear as she nodded slowly in response to Priyank’s question. “Okay”
With a sense of resignation, Priya kept her eyes locked on Priyank, willing herself to remain still despite the urge to flee from his intense gaze.
“That’s my good girl, and don’t you dare to remove your eyes from me, no matter what happens. Keep those beautiful orbs fixed on me. I won’t hesitate to pull them out if you try to look away, understand, sweetheart?” Priyank reiterated, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she remained close and attentive.
His heart felt at ease, knowing her eyes were solely focused on him.
Just as she belonged to him, he wanted all her senses directed towards him. Just as he couldn’t remove her from his system, he didn’t want to be removed from hers.
As Priya stood there, she felt a chill run down her spine at his menacing words. She knew she had to comply, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel.
Priyank’s possessiveness was suffocating.
With a sinking feeling in her chest, Priya nodded silently, her eyes still fixed on Priyank’s, as he continued working.
She prayed silently that this would end soon, longing for a moment of breath from the suffocating control he exerted over her.
Why is he like this?
There’s no one to help, the way he insists on her keeping her eyes on him and standing there, her feet starting to ache.
She hates standing for too long, and she’s not one for much physical activity either.
But here she is, so close to him that she can smell his cologne, no matter how much she tries to ignore it. It keeps assaulting her nostrils, adding to her discomfort.
She can feel his presence all around her, terrifying her to the core. One thing’s for sure, he’s not just crazy, he’s downright insane to behave like this, expecting others to look at him like some sort of deity.
If she were in his shoes, she’d feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Yet here he is, forcing her to keep her eyes on him. She tries to stand straight despite her aching back, sweaty palms, and throbbing feet. Her head feels like it’s about to split open, and she’s on the verge of fainting after just ten minutes of this torture.
She has no idea how much longer he plans to make her endure this.
It’s not just about standing; it’s about his presence, and the fact that she feels like a child being punished for a misdeed she didn’t commit. In reality, that’s far from the truth.
Despite her discomfort, Priya remained rooted in place, her eyes fixed on Priyank
Every minute felt like an eternity as she fought to maintain her composure, pushing through the pain and exhaustion.
As the seconds dragged on, Priya’s patience wore thin, her frustration bubbling to the surface.
She couldn’t understand why Priyank felt the need to do something so cruel and demeaning.
It was as if he took pleasure in her suffering, relishing in the power he held over her.
But despite her mounting anger and exhaustion, Priya knew she had to endure.
She couldn’t afford to defy Priyank, not when the consequences were so severe.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Priyank asked, glancing over at her from his work.
Despite appearing busy, he kept an eye on her, noticing her trembling feet and the way she nervously played with her fingers.
It hadn’t been more than thirty minutes, and she already seemed exhausted.
He could see the anger brewing beneath the surface of her forced composure.
Despite her attempts to conceal it, her emotions were written all over her face.
Priyank knew her well enough to see through any attempts at deception; she wasn’t skilled at hiding her true feelings.
Priya forced a tight-lipped smile, trying to mask her frustration and fatigue. “I’m okay,” she replied, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining her facade.
Priyank raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through her facade. He could tell she wasn’t being entirely honest, but he decided not to press her further for now.
After all, he had other ways of getting the truth out of her.
“Alright, if you say so,” Priyank said casually, turning his attention back to his work.
Priya gritted her teeth in frustration.
Who even bothers to ask how she is? she thought bitterly to herself.
Here she was, forced to stand in discomfort, and he had the audacity to inquire about her well-being. It felt like such a meaningless gesture.
How could she be fine?
Her eyes were stinging with fatigue, and her feet throbbed with pain. How could she possibly be fine when he was subjecting her to this situation?
If he truly cared, he would let her go. He needed to reconsider his actions, which were clearly misguided.
But no. Only someone with delusional thoughts would subject another person to this kind of treatment.
He seemed to enjoy seeing her submissive and in pain, and it sickened her to her core.
Priya struggled to maintain her composure, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. Despite her best efforts to hide it, her anger was evident.
She resisted the urge to lash out at Priyank, knowing that it would only make things worse. Instead, she focused on enduring the discomfort, counting down the minutes until she could finally escape his suffocating presence.
As Priyank continued to work, seemingly oblivious to her suffering.
“Good”