LOVE IN DISGUSE

LOVE IN DISGUISE

PART-A

MOHIT SINGH

index

1.Introduction

2.A Slap

3. A Business Deal

4.Strange Noises

5.TNx27

6.Sreejitha

7. An Unfortunate Event

8. Mixed Emotions

INTRODUCTION

Teerve had a difficult childhood, characterized by his controlling and abusive parents. They were always critical and demanding, setting high expectations and harsh punishments. As a result, Teerve grew up feeling a deep sense of insecurity and insecurity, always feeling like he was never good enough. This deep-seated trauma and insecurity shaped his personality, making him highly possessive and dominant in his relationships. It also made it difficult for him to trust others, as he always feared rejection and abandonment. Teerve's parents had a cold and distant relationship with each other, and he grew up in a family where love and affection were rarely shown. He never experienced the warmth and support of a healthy family dynamic, which added to his insecurities and feelings of isolation. Despite appearing tough and confident on the outside, Teerve was a broken and damaged person on the inside. Teerve's parents had a traditional view of masculinity, and they expected Teerve to be strong, aggressive, and never reveal any vulnerability. They instilled in him the belief that emotions were a sign of weakness, and he was taught to suppress his feelings and always appear tough and in control. As a result, Teerve's emotional intelligence was severely stunted, and he had a hard time dealing with his own emotions and those of others. Teerve grew up feeling like he had to be the strong one, the one who was always in control. He never learned how to express his feelings or ask for help, and he felt like he had to be perfect and never show any weakness. This constant pressure to be the alpha, the provider, and the protector, only added to his sense of insecurity and fear of rejection.

Teerve's traumatic childhood experiences and his parents' behavior towards him left him with a deep-seated belief that he was not good enough and that he had to be the most dominant and powerful in every situation. Teerve and Sreejitha were initially strangers, they had not seen each other before. However, when Teerve saw her , he was struck by her beauty and gentleness, which stood in stark contrast to his own intense and rough personality. Despite his dominating nature, Teerve admired Sreejitha for her gentle and sweet demeanor, and he felt drawn to her. It was her grace and softness that piqued his interest and made him want to possess and claim her. Their relationship began with an unfortunate event. Teerve's intense and possessive nature led him to take things too far, and he ended up hurting Sreejitha in the process. This event left a mark on their relationship, creating a sense of tension and unease between them. Sreejitha was left feeling scared and intimidated by Teerve's dominant attitude, while Teerve was left confused and remorseful about his actions. This event set the tone for their complex and tumultuous relationship, filled with both love and fear.

A slap

Teerve tried to focus on his homework, hoping to distract himself from the tension in the room. But the quiet sound of his mother's and father's voices was too hard to ignore. He listened intently, trying to catch snippets of their conversation. He heard his mother complain about his father's long work hours, and his father grumbled about her constant nagging. Their words were dripping with disdain and annoyance, and it was clear that they were barely tolerating each other's presence.

Teerve looked up from his homework as his father's voice grew louder, his tone hardening with irritation.

"I'm tired of your constant complaints!" His father snapped. "You're always hounding me about something or another. It's like you're never satisfied."

His mother retorted, her voice just as sharp. "Maybe if you were home more often, I wouldn't have to complain all the time. You're always at the office, or at fancy dinners with clients. You're never here with your own family."

Teerve's grip tightened on his pen as he watched his parents exchange harsh words. He had heard this argument before, many times. It was always the same - his mother berating his father for his distance, and his father defending himself by pointing out his long work hours.

"I'm doing what I need to do to provide for this family," his father snapped back. "We wouldn't have this nice house, or the money for everything we own if it wasn't for my hard work."

Teerve's mother scoffed loudly. "You don't think I know that? It's all you ever talk about. Your work, your clients, your big business deals."

His father, clearly annoyed, retorted, "What do you want me to do, then? I'm working my ass off to give us a good life. Is that not good enough for you?"

"It's not just about the money," his mother shot back. "It's about spending time with your family. Your son needs his father."

His father let out a bitter laugh. "My son? You mean that lazy kid who spends all his time locked up in his room, studying or playing those stupid video games?"

Teerve's shoulders slumped as he overheard his father's comment. It stung to know that his own father saw him that way - as a "lazy kid" who wasn't worth his time. He wanted to rise to his own defense, but he knew it would only worsen the situation.

His mother, however, bristled with anger. "He's not lazy. He's hardworking and ambitious. Unlike you."

"Ambitious? Ha!" his father sneered. "He's just wasting his youth, burying his nose in books and games. He should be out there, enjoying life, socializing, and making connections. That's how you get ahead in this world."

Teerve couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt as he listened to his father's words. He had always thought that he was working hard to build a future for himself. He was studying hard to get into a good college, and he believed that his gaming skills could even lead to a career in esports one day. But his father's dismissive comments made him feel like his efforts were pointless.

His mother spoke up again, her voice filled with frustration. "You don't understand him at all. He's not like you. He doesn't care about money and connections. He just wants to follow his own path."

His father rolled his eyes, clearly not convinced by his mother's words. "His own path? What path is that, exactly? If he keeps up this pace, he's going to end up a nobody."

Teerve flinched as he heard his father's harsh words. He knew that he wasn't as outgoing or sociable as some of his peers, but he didn't want to be seen as a "nobody." He wanted to make a name for himself, to achieve something meaningful.

Teerve's mother sighed in frustration, clearly at her wit's end. "You're so closed-minded. You don't even try to understand him. Teerve has his own talents and dreams. Just because he's different from you, doesn't mean he's worthless."

His father simply snickered in response. "Talents and dreams. You mean those useless hobbies he spends all his time on? You're just enabling him."

Teerve's heart clenched as he heard his father dismiss his interests and hobbies. It felt like his father was invalidating everything he cared about. He wanted to speak up, to defend himself and his pursuits, but he knew that his father would never listen.

His mother, however, was not backing down. "Those 'useless hobbies' are what make him happy. And they could lead to something bigger in the future. You just refuse to see it."

"Happy, happy, happy," his father mocked. "Is that all you care about? You're just coddling him. He needs to grow up and face reality."

Teerve's mother's voice rose in anger. "Maybe if you gave him more attention instead of criticizing him at every turn, you'd see that he's already growing up!"

Teerve's father finally seemed to snap. "Attention? He don't need my attention. He needs to pull his weight and stop being such a disappointment. He's nineteen years old and he's still acting like a child."

His mother's expression darkened with fury. "A disappointment? You're the one who's being disappointing. As a husband and a father."

His father's face twisted into a scowl. "Excuse me? I'm the one who's providing for this family. I'm the one bringing in the money. I'm the one making sure we have a roof over our heads and food on the table every day."

His mother's jaw tightened. "Money isn't everything. You may provide for us in material terms, but what about emotionally? Do you even care about your son?"

His father shot back, his expression hardening even more. "Emotional crap? That's for weak people. Teerve needs to toughen up and face the real world. He won't get far if he keeps acting like a sensitive kid."

Teerve's mother looked like she was ready to explode. "He's not being sensitive! He's being human. He has feelings and needs just like everyone else."

His father let out a scoff. "Feels and needs. All that emotional bullshit. That's not how this world works. You either toughen up or get walked all over. That's what I'm trying to teach Teerve. I'm preparing him for the real world."

"By treating him like garbage?" his mother snapped. "Is that your idea of preparation? You call it toughening him up, but I call it abuse. You're destroying his self-esteem."

"Abuse? You're being dramatic," his father retorted. "I'm just being realistic. Teerve needs to understand that the world isn't a fair place. If he doesn't toughen up and face the hard truths now, he'll be eaten alive out there."

His mother's voice trembled with anger. "But he's our son! He should be able to find comfort and support at home, not be subjected to this constant criticism and harshness."

His father sneered. "Coddle him if you want, but don't come crying to me when he turns out to be a weak, timid loser."

His mother's voice trembled with anger. "But he's our son! He should be able to find comfort and support at home, not be subjected to this constant criticism and harshness."

His father sneered. "Coddle him if you want, but don't come crying to me when he turns out to be a weak, timid loser."

Teerve's mother shook with suppressed rage. "You're the weak one. You're too scared to show your son any love and compassion. You're afraid of being vulnerable and human."

His father looked at her with venom in his eyes. "Vulnerable and human? Sounds like more emotional bullshit. I'm just being practical."

"Practical, practical," his mother mocked. "That's just another word for heartless and cold. You're not preparing Teerve for the real world. You're turning him into someone just like you - bitter and detached. Is that really what you want for your own son?"

Teerve's eyes widened in shock as he heard the sound of his father's palm connecting with his mother's cheek. He had never seen his father lay a hand on his mother before, and he couldn't believe that it was happening right in front of him.

His mother let out a cry of pain, her hand flying to her face as she stumbled back a step. Her expression was one of disbelief and hurt, mixed with anger and defiance.

Teerve couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His father, the man who was supposed to protect and cherish his family, had just struck his own wife. Teerve felt a rage burning inside of him.

His mother slowly lowered her hand, revealing a red mark on her cheek where his father had struck her. Her eyes were narrowed with anger. "How dare you?"

Teerve's father sneered at his mother. "How dare I what? You're the one who was running your mouth, spouting all that useless emotional crap."

His mother, her voice shaking with anger, retorted, "You think it's useless? You think love and compassion are wasted on our own son? You're a monster."

His father glowered at his mother. "Love and compassion? Love and compassion don't pay the bills. You're living in a fantasy realm, where everything is all rainbows and butterflies. This is the real world, and in the real world, you have to be tough and pragmatic. You have to make sacrifices and hard decisions."

Teerve felt a deep pang of guilt and shame as he watched his father storm off and his mother break down in tears. His father's words echoed in his mind, and he wondered if it was all his fault.

His mother, now weeping and shaking, turned to him. Her words stung his heart like a dagger. "This ...is all your fault."

Teerve's heart sank even further as his mother blamed him for the argument and her own suffering. His eyes widened with disbelief and hurt.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "W-What? How is it my fault?" he stuttered out.

Teerve felt a wave of shock and sadness crash over him as his mother unloaded her anger and frustration. He had never seen her like this before, so cold and harsh.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "I-I don't mean to push his buttons. I just ...I just want to be a good son."

His mother's expression darkened even more. "A good son? If you were a good son, you wouldn't cause your father so much stress and heartache. You would listen to him and respect his decisions. Instead, you're always arguing and fighting with him. You're a constant headache and source of disappointment."

Teerve felt a wave of loneliness and despair wash over him as his parents left. He was all alone now, with no one to turn to or lean on.

Tears streamed down his face as he hugged his knees to his chest, feeling the weight of his parents' accusations and criticisms bearing down on him. He wondered if he was really a disappointment and a bad son, like they said.

A business deal

Mr. Ramesh Sindhwani, Teerve's father, is a wealthy and influential businessman in his late 40s. He is known for his ruthless and driven personality, prioritizing success and financial stability above all else. While he provides well for his family, he has little patience for emotional attachment or personal connections.

Sunita Sindhwani grew up with a wealthy and influential father, Mr. Rajesh Sindhwani, who was once a business partner of Teerve's father, Ramesh Sindhwani. Sunita's upbringing was marked by privilege and luxury, and she was groomed from a young age to take on a role in their business empire. She was expected to marry well and continue the family legacy. Her father, Mr. Rajesh Sindhwani, was a stern and authoritative figure, demanding excellence and obedience from his daughter.

Sunita's father arranged her marriage to Ramesh Sindhwani due to a business partnership between their families. The marriage was a union of wealth and influence, more about financial gain than emotional compatibility. While both Sunita's father and her future husband had high expectations for the partnership, they did not share a deep love or connection.

Sunita's father and Ramesh Sindhwani were partners in a large business venture. However, the partnership had been hit by a significant financial crisis, threatening both families' financial stability and reputation. In a desperate bid to save the partnership, Sunita's father proposed the idea of a marriage alliance between his daughter and Ramesh Sindhwani, hoping that this would unite their families and help them overcome the financial difficulties. Reluctantly, both families agreed to the proposal, and Sunita and Ramesh got married.

Sunita and Ramesh Sindhwani, despite not being in love, fulfilled their societal and familial obligations by having a child together. Sunita gave birth to Teerve, a child born out of duty rather than romance or affection. Throughout his childhood, Teerve was raised in a home where his parents' marriage was more of a business arrangement than a loving union, creating a difficult and loveless atmosphere for him to grow up in.

Teerve grew up in a cold and unloving home where his parents' focus was solely on their business success and financial stability. Due to their lack of affection, Teerve was often neglected and felt emotionally abandoned by his parents. He was expected to excel in his studies and take over his father's business, leading him to feel immense pressure and stress from a young age. As a result, he developed a deep sense of anxiety and insecurity, desperately seeking his parents' validation and love.

As Teerve grew older, the weight of his parents' expectations only grew heavier. He was constantly reminded of his duties to the family and the need to uphold their reputation. Despite his success in academics and other extracurricular activities, he always felt like he was falling short of his parents' desires. He was never praised or encouraged, only criticized for every little mistake or perceived failure. As a result, Teerve's self-esteem suffered, and he developed a constant sense of inadequacy and low self-worth.

The stress and pressure began to take a toll on Teerve's mental health. He developed anxiety and depression, feeling isolated and alone in his own home. He often turned to gaming and other distractions as a way to escape the harsh reality of his home life. However, even these escapes only brought short-term relief, as he knew he would have to return to face his parents' disapproval and criticism. This repeated cycle only worsened his mental state, creating a vicious cycle of pain and despair.

As years went by, Teerve's relationship with his parents became even more strained. His parents grew increasingly critical and verbally abusive, constantly blaming him for their own failures and shortcomings. Teerve began to shut down and withdraw even more, feeling completely alone and trapped in his own home. He spent most of his time in his room, avoiding any interaction with his parents and keeping to himself. The only source of comfort he had was his online gaming friends, who at least provided some semblance of emotional connection and understanding.

Despite his best efforts, Teerve's situation only got worse as time went on. His parents' pressure and criticism became unbearable, causing him to feel hopeless and trapped. He often felt like he couldn't escape his parents' grip, and he questioned the meaning of his life and existence. He spent countless nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling, and wondering if things would ever get better. The constant stress and anxiety took a toll on his physical health as well, leaving him exhausted and drained.

In a shocking twist of events, Teerve discovers that both of his parents are having extra-marital affairs. They start spending more and more time away from home, engaging in their illicit relationships and completely forgetting about their responsibilities as parents. Teerve is left alone in the house, feeling abandoned and neglected by his own parents. With no one to take care of him, he has to fend for himself and deal with the pain of feeling unloved and unwanted.

Teerve's sense of isolation and loneliness only grows stronger as he continues to live in an empty and silent house. Despite his parents' absence, their expectations and criticisms continue to weigh heavily on his shoulders. He becomes increasingly resentful and bitter, feeling betrayed by the people who were supposed to love and care for him. The realization that his parents' infidelity has led to his own abandonment only adds to his sense of worthlessness and despair.

Teerve turns to drugs and clubbing as a way to escape his reality. As he feels abandoned and betrayed, he finds solace in unhealthy vices as a means of numbing the pain and providing temporary distractions. By indulging in these activities, he is able to momentarily forget about his troubles and find some form of escape from the harshness of his life. However, this temporary relief only serves to further his isolation and emotional turmoil.

Teerve finds himself drawn to the party scene as a way to escape the loneliness and pain of his home life. He starts experimenting with drugs and alcohol as a means of finding a reprieve from his troubles. He begins to spend more and more time clubbing, immersing himself in the music, lights, and company of strangers. But despite the temporary escapes, he still feels empty and aimless, unsure of where his life is heading.

As Teerve continues to immerse himself in the clubbing scene, he begins to form relationships with people who share his vices and lifestyle. He attaches himself to a group of friends who also indulge in drugs and alcohol, creating a false sense of camaraderie and belonging. However, as time passes, Teerve's reliance on substances and partying only worsens, causing his grades to drop and his relationships to suffer. He starts to withdraw from his friends and family, further isolating himself in his own self-destructive cycle.

Teerve's drug and clubbing habits escalate, leading to more significant consequences. He starts to miss classes and assignments, jeopardizing his academic future. He starts to isolate himself from anyone who tries to help him, pushing away friends and family who express concern about his well-being. His health also begins to deteriorate as his body suffers from the constant intake of drugs and alcohol. Despite the warning signs, Teerve continues to spiral out of control, further entrenching himself in his self-destructive habits.

As Teerve's life spirals out of control, his mental health takes a severe toll. He starts to experience mood swings and erratic behavior, lashing out at those around him. He becomes increasingly paranoid and anxious, feeling like everyone is judging or abandoning him. His drug use becomes more frequent and intense, leading to dangerous and risky behaviors. It seems like he's stuck in a vicious cycle, unable to escape the grips of his self-destructive habits.

Strange noises

Since, Teerve has reached the age of 21, he already has his driving license. With the newfound freedom and lack of oversight from his parents, he starts to drive his car more and more recklessly. He speeds excessively, doesn't follow traffic rules, and engages in other dangerous practices while behind the wheel. His reckless driving becomes a source of concern for those around him, but Teerve feels invincible and doesn't seem to care about the consequences.

As Teerve's reckless driving continues, he starts to get into traffic accidents and close calls. He gets tickets and warnings from the police, but he doesn't seem bothered by them. His disregard for his own safety and others on the road leads to dangerous situations, putting himself and others in harm's way. Despite the warnings and consequences, Teerve continues to drive recklessly, feeling invincible and untethered by the rules and common sense.

Teerve's reckless driving comes to a head as he gets involved in a major road accident. He loses control of his car and veers off the road, crashing into a nearby building. Luckily, no one is seriously injured, but the accident serves as a wake-up call for Teerve, reminding him of the dangerous game he's been playing. He realizes the severity of his actions and the potential harm he could cause to himself and others. The accident serves as a turning point in his life, making him reconsider his reckless behavior and reevaluate his priorities.

Despite Teerve's realization about the importance of responsibility and accountability, it doesn't change his heart and mindset overnight. One night, he arrives home late after a night of partying and drinking. He is tipsy and disoriented, stumbling through the door and making noise, unaware that his parents are home.

Despite Teerve's initial urge to confront his parents about their affair, the mixed emotions he is feeling make him hesitate. The shock and disappointment of discovering their infidelity are too overwhelming for him to process. He is torn between wanting to confront them and the fear of the painful conversation that will follow. In the end, Teerve decides to turn around and go back to his room, feeling too hurt and confused to face his parents at that moment.

As Teerve walks back to his room, he can still hear the sounds of his parents' intimate encounter, each noise causing a pang of pain in his chest. He feels a mix of helplessness, anger, and sadness, and he doesn't know what to do or how to handle the situation. He climbs into his bed and lies there, his mind racing with thoughts and uncertainties.

Teerve tries to sleep, but the sounds of his parents' activity continues to haunt him. Despite his best efforts, he can't get the images of their infidelity out of his mind. He tosses and turns in bed, feeling more alone and rejected than ever before.

The night seems to drag on forever, but eventually the sounds from his parents' room subside. Teerve lies in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, feeling lost and empty. He can't shake the feeling that his life has been a lie, and he doesn't know how to move forward from here.

The next morning, Teerve drags himself out of bed, feeling exhausted and emotionally drained. He tries to act normal as he goes about his day, but the weight of his discovery hangs heavily on his shoulders. He avoids his parents as much as possible, feeling too hurt and confused to face them.

Despite trying to act normal, Teerve's mind is constantly preoccupied with thoughts of his parents' affair. He feels a sense of detachment from them and a growing resentment towards them for keeping such a secret from him. He wonders why they chose to cheat and how long they have been doing it.

Tnx27

As the day goes on, Teerve tries to distract himself by studying or engaging in other activities, but he can't focus on anything for very long. The image of his parents' infidelity is burned into his mind, and he can't shake the feeling of betrayal, anger, and sadness.

Teerve feels stuck in a sort of limbo, unable to fully escape from the pain and confusion he is feeling. He is caught between wanting to confront his parents and wanting to stay in denial about the whole situation.

Teerve, still deeply affected by the shock and betrayal he experienced from his parents' infidelity, seeks an escape from his emotional turmoil. He starts spending more and more time at underground clubs where he can get access to drugs and alcohol, and the notorious drug TNx27 is one that he turns to frequently. The drug provides a temporary escape from his pain and sadness, numbing the pain and allowing him to forget his troubles, if only for a short time.

Teerve becomes a regular at these clubs, where he finds momentary relief in the drugs and alcohol. TNx27 is his drug of choice; the potent and powerful drug provides a respite from his emotional pain and allows him to feel a temporary sense of euphoria. Despite the risks and dangers associated with the drug, Teerve continues to seek it out, becoming increasingly dependent on it as a way to escape his reality.

The TNx27 drug, though giving Teerve a temporary escape, also has a darker side effect. As he continues to use the drug, its chemicals begin to alter his brain chemistry, unleashing the darker and more malevolent aspects of his personality.

With the influence of the drug, Teerve starts behaving in ways that he never would have before. He becomes more aggressive, selfish, and uncaring towards those around him. He becomes more reckless and impulsive, taking risks and engaging in dangerous behaviors without regard for the consequences.

The dark side of Teerve's personality becomes more and more apparent as he continues to use the drug. He starts to display psychopathic and sociopathic traits, such as a lack of empathy, a disregard for others, and a tendency to manipulate and deceive those around him

Despite the warning signs and the negative changes in his behavior, Teerve is too deep in his addiction and cannot see the extent of the damage that the drug is causing. He continues to seek out and use the TNx27, unaware that he is slowly losing himself to its dark power.

As his addiction and dependence on the drug grow, Teerve begins to withdraw from society, isolating himself from friends and family. He starts to feel more and more entitled and superior to others, viewing them as weak or inferior. He becomes more dangerous and volatile, prone to outbursts of anger and violence.

sreejitha

As Teerve sits in his stalled car in the middle of the night, he feels disoriented and confused. He tries starting the car repeatedly, but it won't turn on. He is alone and in a vulnerable state, unable to walk properly due to the influence of the drug. However, nobody passing by wants to help him, leaving him stranded and helpless on the side of the road.

Teerve feels frustrated and angry at the apathy of the people driving past his stranded car. He feels like the world has forgotten him and left him behind. He tries to call for help but realizes his phone is dead. He feels helpless and vulnerable, unable to do anything but wait for someone to help him.

As Teerve sits on the footpath, his mind starts to replay the sounds he overheard from his parent's bedroom. The memory of their infidelity causes a wave of pain and anger to wash over him again. He feels a sense of abandonment and betrayal, knowing that the people who are supposed to love and support him could betray him like this.

The memories of his parents' affair fuel Teerve's bitterness and anger. He feels like he has nobody to turn to and nobody who cares about him. He feels alone and abandoned, left to deal with the emotional pain and trauma of discovering his parents' betrayal on his own.

As the hours pass, the night gets darker and the roads get quieter. The sky is overcast, leaving the streets in complete darkness. Teerve is still sitting on the footpath, feeling hopeless and alone. The once busy and active roads are now quiet and still, adding to his sense of isolation and despair.

Teerve, sitting alone on the footpath, suddenly hears a voice coming from somewhere in the darkness. He looks up, startled and confused, trying to make out who or what is speaking to him.

As Teerve focuses on the voice, he realizes that it belongs to a girl. The voice is soft and sweet, and for a moment, it feels comforting and soothing to him. He listens intently, trying to make out who the voice belongs to and why she is speaking to him.

Sreejitha is an 18-year-old girl who was raised in a happy and loving middle-class family. Her father had taken out many loans, which put a strain on their finances. However, Sreejitha was able to secure a scholarship for her studies at a prestigious college, which helped to alleviate some of the financial burden. She also worked in a call center at night to manage her personal expenses. Despite the challenges her family faced, Sreejitha was driven, determined, and resilient, always striving for success and independence.

As a young woman from a middle-class background, Sreejitha is aware of the struggles and hardships that life can bring. She has seen firsthand the impact that financial struggles can have on a family and the challenges that come with pursuing a higher education.Despite these challenges, Sreejitha manages to stay optimistic and focused on her goals. She is dedicated to her studies and works hard to earn her scholarship and keep up with her studies. Her experiences have taught her the value of hard work and determination, and she is determined to make the most of the opportunities that come her way.

The night was a typical call center shift for Sreejitha. She worked late into the night, taking calls from clients and answering their questions. Her shift was almost at an end, and she was looking forward to going home and resting.Suddenly, as she stepped out of the call center building, she noticed a figure sitting on the sidewalk nearby. As she approached, she realized that the figure was a man, looking lost and disoriented.

As Sreejitha approached Teerve, she could see that he was visibly agitated and in a confused state. She couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and concern as she looked at him. Despite the late hour, she couldn't just ignore him and leave him alone on the street.

She walked up to him and in a soft and gentle voice, asked , "Are you okay? Do you need any help?" She spoke in a warm and comforting tone, hoping to get his attention without startling him.

Teerve looked up at Sreejitha, as if just realizing her presence. He sat up slightly, trying to focus his blurry and unfocused vision on her. He tried to speak but his words came out slurred and incoherent, his mind and body still reeling from the effects of the drug.

As she came closer, she noticed the vacant and distant expression in his eyes, and the labored and slurred speech coming from his mouth. It was clear that he was not in his right state of mind.She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. "Hey, can you hear me? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

As Sreejitha's face slowly came into focus for Teerve, he was struck by her appearance. She was a beautiful young woman, with a strong and determined expression that conveyed both strength and compassion. Her features were symmetrical and she had a air of effortless grace about her.Teerve was taken aback by her beauty, and for a moment he couldn't help but stare at her. Despite the state he was in, he could still appreciate her striking appearance, like that of the goddess Athena herself.

Sreejitha's slim figure and curvy proportions caught Teerve's attention, and he couldn't help but notice her fuller bust in comparison to the girls he had met before. Even in his drugged-out state, he found himself drawn to her physical appeal.

The way her clothes highlighted her curves and accentuated her figure, made Teerve feel a stirring in his loins. He tried to shake off the feeling, but the drug he had consumed was influencing his thoughts and desires.

As Sreejitha tried to help Teerve to stand, he stumbled and they both fell to the ground. In the process, Sreejitha inadvertently fell and her breast came into contact with Teerve's face. Teerve could feel the softness and warmth of her body pressing against him, causing a wave of desire to rush through him.

Sreejitha flushed with embarrassment as she quickly stood up, trying to ignore the fact that her breast had momentarily come into contact with Teerve's face. She tried to focus her thoughts and continue to help him, ignoring the awkward and unexpected moment that had just occurred.

An

Unfortunate

event

Sreejitha realized that Teerve was too impaired to help himself, and leaving him on the street in his state wasn't an option. So she made the decision to take him somewhere safe where he could rest and recover from his intoxicated state.

Sreejitha knew of an abandoned place nearby, a secret spot she would go to when she needed to be alone and clear her head. She figured it would be a safe and quiet place for Teerve to recover and regain his bearings.

The abandoned home that Sreejitha took Teerve to was a dilapidated building with a broken roof and a single functional room. Inside, there was a old and tattered bed, providing a place for Teerve to rest and recover.

As Sreejitha gave Teerve water along the way to the abandoned house, it helped to provide him with some much needed hydration. However, the water also had a unintended effect, diluting the drugs in his system and causing them to have a stronger effect on his mind and body. As a result, he started to grow wilder and more unmanageable, the drug-fueled energy coursing through his veins making him even more volatile and erratic.

As sreejitha guided Teerve to the bed and helped him lie down, she was caught off guard when he suddenly pulled her closer to him. He was gripped by the drug-fueled desire and impulses, his primal instincts taking over as he attempted to pull her closer to him.

Despite Sreejitha's attempts to resist him, Teerve was too strong and too fueled by his drug-induced desires. His primal instincts and inner wild nature had taken over, driving him to act on his urges and impulses, regardless of her protests.

Overwhelmed by his drugged-out fervor and desire, Teerve suddenly lunged at Sreejitha and started kissing her forcefully. His kisses were rough and insistent, his tongue seeking entry into her mouth.

Teerve's hands started roaming over her body, his fingers tracing a path over her skin with an almost primal urgency. His kisses became more intense and dominating, his tongue delving deeper into her mouth, as if he were trying to devour her. As he held her closer, his body pressed against hers, his every touch and movement conveying a potent blend of dark desire and possessive need.

Teerve's lips moved from her mouth, trailing down her jawline to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, nibbling and biting gently as he claimed her as his own, even if only for that moment. His hands caressed her body, gripping and holding her tightly, as if he couldn't bear the thought of her being anywhere but right there with him.

Teerve was completely lost in his drug-fueled frenzy, his mind and body consumed by primal desire and animal instincts. He didn't respond to Sreejitha's resistance, instead only becoming more insistent and rough. In a fit of urgency, he began to tear his clothes off, his body overheating and needing release.

Sreejitha: Please, let me go. You're scaring me.

Teerve: No, I can't let you go. You're mine. I need you. Please don't go.

Sreejitha: This isn't right. You need to calm down.

Teerve: No, you don't understand. I've never felt like this before. I need you. I want to be loved. You're mine and I'm never letting you go.

Sreejitha: You're not thinking clearly. The drugs are messing with your mind.

Teerve: No, you don't understand. The drugs have made me see things clearly. I know what I want. And what I want is you. I need you, more than anything in this world.

Sreejitha: This isn't love. This is possession.

Teerve: Love, possession, it's all the same. Either way, I'm not letting you go. You belong to me now. You're mine, whether you like it or not. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you by my side.

Sreejitha: Please, you have to listen to yourself. This isn't right. You need help.

Teerve: I don't need help. I need you. I need you to love me, to be with me, to stay with me. I can't live without you. I'll die if you leave me.

Sreejitha: You're not even listening to me. You're out of control.

Teerve: Yes, I am out of control. But that's because of you. You've done this to me. You've made me feel things I've never felt before. You've made me need you like oxygen. I won't let you go, I can't.

Sreejitha: This isn't healthy, this isn't love. This is obsession.

Teerve: Call it what you want. I don't care. All I know is that you're mine and I'm never letting you go. I'll cling onto you forever if I have to.

After torning up all clothes of sreejitha. She became completely naked and Teerve couldn't help himself now . His emotions got hyped up after seeing Sreejitha naked.

Teerve couldn't resist the intense urge that overcame him as he looked at Sreejitha's curvy body. With a swift and urgent movement, he unzipped his pants and eagerly moved forward to take in the sight of her beauty.

Sreejitha: Stop, please, this isn't right. You're hurting me.

Teerve: You're the one who made me feel this way. You made me love you. Now you have to accept the consequences. You're mine now, and I'm never letting you go.

Sreejitha: I'm begging you, please stop. This isn't what love is supposed to be.

Teerve: You don't get it, do you? This is what love is. It's possession, it's obsession. And you're the only one who's ever made me feel this way. You're mine and I'm going to keep you forever.

Sreejitha: Stop, please, you're scaring me. This isn't what I want. I don't want to be possessed like this.

Sreejitha: This is not love, this is obsession. You need to listen to yourself. You're not in your right mind.

Teerve: Yes, you're right. I'm obsessed with you. You've consumed my every thought, my every desire. I can't think straight anymore. You're the only one who can soothe this burning ache inside me. And I won't let you go until you're mine, completely and utterly.

Sreejitha: It hurts, please stop. You're hurting me. I can't take this anymore.

Teerve: I don't want to hurt you, but I can't stop myself. You've driven me wild.

Teerve's lips claim hers in a passionate and possessive kiss. His touch is no longer gentle and loving but intense and aggressive, as his wild and savage desires take over. The kiss deepens and he roughly pulls her closer to him, his arms holding her tightly, as if he's afraid she might try to escape his grasp.

Teerve collapsed on the bed, his body and mind finally feeling a sense of release. Sreejitha's body was covered in a sheen of sweat from the intensity of their interactions, and her eyes were filled with tears, a mixture of pain and confusion. Despite the emotional turmoil, she also felt a strange sense of possession and protection from Teerve's intense passion.

Teerve's desire and passion for Sreejitha had the intensity of a sudden rain in a desert. For so long, he had felt parched and starved for her attention and affection, his heart like a barren landscape, aching for the touch of her love. And now, as he held her in his arms, he felt a surge of emotion like a storm pouring down on him, washing away all his doubts and fears in a flood of passion and desire.

Teerve's body was exhausted from the intense physical and emotional experiences of the night. His eyes grew heavy, his body weary and drained of all energy. He felt his eyelids flutter shut as sleep claimed him, his breathing growing slow and steady as he slipped into a deep slumber.

Sreejitha lay on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to come to terms with what had just happened. Her body was still trembling from the intensity of Teerve's touch, her mind racing with a maelstrom of emotions and thoughts. She felt a mix of anger, confusion, and shame, unsure of what to do or where to go from there.

Sreejitha's mind was flooded with memories of the night's events. His touch, his words, his possessiveness and uncontrolled passion replayed over and over in her mind, making her heart ache and her stomach churn. She felt a deep sense of violation and helplessness, as if her body had been claimed and consumed by his uncontrollable desires.

As she lay there, crying quietly, Sreejitya could not help but feel a sense of despair and hopelessness. Her body was filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her mind trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions that were swirling within her. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she did not know how to handle the mixture of fear, anger, and desire that were all battling for dominance within her.

Despite the exhaustion and the tears that streamed down her face, Sreejitha was unable to find rest. Her mind was too full of thoughts and emotions to allow her to sink into sleep. She lay there, staring up at the broken roof, feeling trapped and alone in the darkness.

Sreejitha's heart was heavy with the weight of her experiences. She felt as if she had been torn apart, her body and mind left in pieces by the intensity of Teerve's passion. Tears continued to stream down her face as she lay there, not knowing what the future held for her.

Sreejitha's body was still trembling, as if the very essence of her being had been shaken by the force of Teerve's possessive love. She could still feel his touch on her skin, his fingers and lips leaving a trail of heat and desire wherever they had roamed.

Even in her state of exhaustion and confusion, Sreejitha could not deny the fact that Teerve's passion had ignited a fire within her. Despite everything, there was a part of her that had been touched and awakened by his intensity, a part of her that had responded to his wild and possessive love.

As she lay there, still feeling the aftershocks of Teerve's touch, Sreejitha tried to shake off the memories and the conflicting emotions that were swirling within her. She knew that she should be repulsed by his uncontrolled passion and possessiveness, but there was something within her that was strangely drawn to it, a primal part of her that had been ignited by his fire.

She tried to tell herself that this was all wrong, that she should not feel this way about someone who had treated her so roughly and forcefully. But despite her best efforts, Sreejitha could not help but feel a strange and confusing mix of fear, anger, and desire towards Teerve.

As the hours passed and dawn began to break, Sreejitha's mind was still consumed by thoughts of Teerve and the events of the night. The memory of his touch and the force of his passion were still fresh in her mind, stirring up a mixture of fear and desire within her.

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Despite everything that had happened, Sreejitha found herself unable to tear her thoughts away from Teerve. She knew that he was dangerous, that his love was possessive and consuming, but she could not deny the fact that he had stirred something within her, something that had been awakened by his intensity and passion.

As the sun began to rise and the night faded away, Sreejitha lay there in the bed, still trying to make sense of the storm of emotions and thoughts that were swirling within her. Her body was exhausted and tender from his touch, her mind a jumbled mess of fear and desire.

Despite knowing that Teerve's love was unhealthy and dangerous, the thought of him continued to consume her. She could not shake off the images or the sensations that his touch had sparked within her, their intensity and power overwhelming her.

The more she tried to push away thoughts of Teerve and the memories of their night together, the more they seemed to overpower her. His possessive love and passion had left their mark on her, and it seemed like she would never be able to escape the hold they had on her.

Sreejitha tried to tell herself that her reaction was just a product of the shock and the confusion of the moment, that her emotions would settle and fade away in time. But deep down, she could not deny the fact that Teerve's passion had stirred something within her that she did not understand.

As the sun continued to rise, bathing the room in a dim and hazy light, Sreejitha slowly sat up in the bed. Her body was sore and weary, but her mind was still buzzing with the memories and sensations of the night before.

As the sun continued to rise, bathing the room in a dim and hazy light, Sreejitha slowly sat up in the bed. Her body was sore and weary, but her mind was still buzzing with the memories and sensations of the night before.

She looked around the room, taking in the evidence of what had occurred. The sheets were tangled and disheveled, the air still thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

Sreejitha slowly got out of the bed, her body aching and tender from the night before. She rummaged through the pile of clothes that lay on the ground, carefully avoiding Teerve's still-sleeping form as she searched for something to wear.

As she looked through the clothes, her eyes caught sight of Teerve's belongings, his clothes discarded in a haphazard pile. She hesitated for a moment, her mind flooded with memories of the night before and the emotions that still swirled within her.

Despite her hesitation, Sreejitha found herself reaching for Teerve's shirt. As she slipped it on, his scent enveloped her, the fabric soft and comforting against her skin, making her heart flutter with conflicting emotions.

As she buttoned up the shirt, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of comfort and unease. Teerve's scent and presence lingered on the shirt, a constant reminder of what they had done and the emotions that still coursed through her veins.

Sreejitha looked down at herself, taking in the sight of the oversized shirt that hung loosely on her body. The garment was far too big for her, but somehow it made her feel safer and reassured, as if she were enveloped in a cocoon of Teerve's presence.

She couldn't understand why she was drawn to his possessions, why she felt a sense of comfort and security in wearing his shirt. Perhaps it was because it was a connection to him, a reminder of his wild and possessive love.

As she looked around the room, her eyes landed on Teerve's sleeping form, his chest rising and falling with each breath. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her as she watched him sleep, her heart aching and her mind in turmoil.

She knew she should feel anger and resentment towards him, for the way he had taken and claimed her body and mind, for the way he had forced his love upon her. But at the same time, she could not deny the fact that she was drawn to him, that his intensity and passion had stirred something deep within her.

Sreejitha slowly moved closer to the bed, her body drawn to Teerve like a magnet. She couldn't explain it, but she found herself unable to resist the pull, her body and mind yearning for his touch.

As she stood next to the bed, gazing down at Teerve's sleeping figure, Sreejitha felt her heart beat faster, her body responding to the sight of him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the memory of his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Despite herself, she reached out a trembling hand, her fingers hovering just above his chest, wanting to feel the warmth and solidity of his skin.

But as her hand hovered there, she hesitated, her mind torn between her desires and her fears. Should she give in to the pull, to the yearning that was coursing through her veins? Or should she listen to the voice in her head that was telling her to run and never look back?

Finally, she decided to leave from there immediately. She looked at face of Teerve for the last time and left the place.

Teerve shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his mind. He tried to remember what had happened the night before, but his memory was a blur. He couldn't recall his own name or what he had done, only a vague sense of unease and confusion.

Teerve stumbled out of the bed, his body sore and aching. As he stood up, he realized that he was half-naked, his shirt missing and his pants hanging low on his hips.

As he looked around the room, he tried to piece together what had happened. The room was a mess, the sheets and pillows scattered around haphazardly. There was a faint smell of sweat and sex in the air, a reminder of what he had done but could not remember.

As he looked around the room, he tried to piece together what had happened. The room was a mess, the sheets and pillows scattered around haphazardly. There was a faint smell of sweat and sex in the air, a reminder of what he had done but could not remember.

Teerve's mind was a jumbled mess, his thoughts clouded by the fog of forgetfulness. He tried to focus, to remember some detail, but nothing came to mind. It was as if a part of his memory had been wiped clean, leaving him lost and disoriented.

Frustrated and confused, Teerve tried to shake off the feeling of unease that was coursing through his veins. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew that something was wrong. He had to find out the truth, to remember what had happened and why he couldn't remember anything.

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