Priyank looked at her, moving his chair in her direction, spreading his legs wide open, his hand resting on his thighs.
“What good?” Priya’s mind rang, not understanding what he was trying to praise, as there was nothing to be praised.
It had been more than an hour, she stood like a statue, her eyes fixed on him, even though he wasn’t particularly looking like anything interesting to look at.
“Do you know what you look like now?” Priyank asked, sliding his hand up slightly, as if he might pull something out if he continued rubbing his palm on his pants like that.
“What?” Priya asked, knowing there was no way to dodge it.
The way he punctuated his words made it clear how he wanted her to respond.
“You look all mine, the way your eyes are on me,” Priyank stated, his voice thick and seductive.
Priya felt awkward seeing him rubbing himself like that and sounding so deep. “Are you feeling itchy? Are you allergic?”
The words slipped out before she could realise.
“Do you want to rub me? Because maybe the way you look at me, I think I’m getting an allergy from it,” Priyank jokes, his mood improving after making her watch him for over an hour.
Boosting his ego and giving his heart a little peace.
Knowing he could get her eyes on him whenever he wanted, however he demanded, she would have to give him whatever he asked for.
“Why would I rub you? It’s not like you don’t have hands and how can you get allergic to someone looking at you, even when it’s you who makes me stand here and keep my eyes on you. My feet are aching, did I even complain?” Priya spoke, offended.
She couldn’t believe he was saying something like this. How could he get an allergy from looking at her?
She hadn’t even touched him, yet he was blaming her?
It was stressful and disgusting at the same time. She didn’t understand how he could say such things.
It made no sense to her, scientifically or otherwise.
“Why are your legs trembling, sweetheart? Didn’t I ask you before how you were feeling, but you said you were fine, and now you’re blaming me? That’s not a very fine thing to do; you’re hurting my heart now,” Priyank mocked, noticing how her legs were trembling and, of course, her tired eyes, from continuously keeping them on him.
Did that make him sound like an unhinged person?
When he thinks; that he wants her to be tired and look at him, and then she rests, even in her dreams, she should look at him. When she woke up, he wanted her eyes to repeat the same tiredness.
‘Hurt the heart,’ she repeated his words in her head.
She couldn’t believe he was actually saying this, hurting her and then having the audacity to blame her. It just wasn’t fair.
He had asked her before if she was fine, hadn’t he noticed her trembling legs?
How could he even ask if she was fine when he made her stand for so long? Her eyes felt like her eyeballs were going to drop out.
“Speak, babygirl. You can’t just keep that mouth shut when you speak shit all the time,” Priyank commented.
Priya sighed. “How can I say anything other than that I was fine? Can’t you literally see I was in pain from standing for so long? I am not a ghost.”
She retorted too hard, unable to hold herself back.
Priya’s frustration bubbled up as she confronted Priyank’s dismissive attitude. She couldn’t understand how he could be so ignorant to her discomfort, so callous in his remarks.
“I’m not some puppet you can manipulate at your whim,” Priya said, her voice tinged with anger.
Priyank’s smirk grew bigger. “Who said you’re not a puppet? When I can make you stand for such a long time, isn’t that what puppets do? And think about what more I can get you to do. Don’t challenge me, sweetheart; you look good while being submissive.”
He didn’t feel any anger upon hearing her words, knowing exactly how to get on her nerves.
Maybe he felt a bit pleased by her defiance. She thought she wasn’t his puppet, of course she wasn’t, because he didn’t want her to be his puppet.
But she was going to be whatever he wanted her to be, not like she had any choice. Nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted.
Priyank’s confidence swelled as he enjoyed his control over Priya’s feelings. He liked the idea of having power over her, treating her like she was under his command. Despite her efforts to resist him, he is the one who is controlling everything in the end .
“You think this is amusing, huh? Enjoy causing others pain?” Priya blinked, feeling a twinge of discomfort shoot through her eyes from his sinister expression and his words.
He made her feel like her ears were about to bleed; that’s how awful he talked, looked, and behaved.
“Get your facts straight. I’m not finding any of this amusing. And as for causing pain to others, you’re not even close to understanding it, sweetheart. You’re lucky because you’re soon to be my wife and share my life too.”
Priya’s jaw clenched, his arrogance and dismissive attitude grated on her nerves, making it difficult to maintain her composure.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Priya’s voice trembled with frustration.
“Sweetheart, you’ll learn soon enough that I know what’s best for both of us,” Priyank replied, his tone dripping with
condescension. “You may think you have a say, but in the end, you’ll realise that you’re better off just following my lead.”
Priya gritted her teeth. “I’m not your sweetheart. I’m not anything to you. I don’t want to be someone’s wife or life if all they do is cause me pain. You’re beyond terrible, you know, it almost sounds like a compliment when you both come into the same sentence with the word terrible.”
“I couldn’t care less, as long as it’s about me in the end. That’s all that matters to me.”
“What nonsense are you spewing? What runs in your head?” Priya felt like tearing her hair out, listening to his words.
“Angel, you’re running through my head, my heart, my eyes, my veins-you’re my everything.”