**WARNING:**
Hey guys i can see lot of people assuming zeeshan as the main male lead..
"Do NOT assume Zeeshan is the male lead...
Our actual male lead is EVEN MORE PSYCHOTIC than Zeeshan."
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Zeeshan's POV
A slow smirk curled on Zeeshan's lips the moment Aaradhya turned away. His trembling hands steadied, his rapid breathing evened out, and the flicker of fear in his eyes disappeared-replaced by something far darker.
She believed me.
Of course, she did. She was predictable, like every other fool who thought they could "save" him. But she was his favorite fool.
His fingers twitched in excitement as he leaned back against the hospital bed, the weight of his false paranoia lifting as quickly as it had come. That was too easy.
He had woven the story so perfectly, let his voice crack in just the right places, let his gaze dart around the room like a hunted animal. The way her entire demeanor had shifted-the concern in her eyes, the way she touched his shoulder so carefully, so gently-was intoxicating.
She was in his palm now.
A sick, twisted sense of pride filled his chest. He had made her care. He had forced her to see him as something fragile, something to be protected.
But he was anything but fragile.
He let out a quiet chuckle, low and dark, biting back the sheer amusement that threatened to spill over. If only she knew the truth-if only she saw what lay beneath his carefully crafted mask.
She thought she was handling a patient.
But she was just a puppet, and he? He was the puppeteer, pulling the strings with expert precision.
Oh, how easy it was to twist her, to plant a seed of doubt so deep in her mind that she didn't even realize it was growing.
He could already see the way she was questioning reality, the way her professional instincts were clashing with the emotional pull he had created. Perfect.
She wasn't just treating him anymore.
She was attached.
And that was all he needed.
With a slow exhale, he let his head fall back against the pillow, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.
This was only the beginning.
He had her exactly where he wanted.
Zeeshan sat in his dimly lit study, fingers gripping the armrest of his chair as an unfamiliar ache coiled in his chest.
He had locked away the past for so long, convinced that memories were nothing more than weaknesses. But now, as his gaze lingered on a single, delicate piece of jewelryâa small anklet with tiny bellsâsomething inside him shattered.
The past came rushing in, unbidden.
The First Glimpse
THE PAST
It was a quiet autumn evening when he first saw her. The air carried the scent of damp earth, and the sky burned with hues of orange and crimson.
Zeeshan, barely thirteen at the time, was skipping school, wandering near the old temple that stood at the edge of his small town. That was when he saw her for the first timeâAaradhya Vidya Kapoor.
She was standing beneath the banyan tree, laughing as the wind played with her long hair.
The golden rays of the setting sun illuminated her face, making her seem almost ethereal. Zeeshan had never believed in fate or destiny, but in that moment, something shifted within him.
She wasnât looking at him. She hadnât even noticed his presence. And yet, his world had tilted.
He had been an outcastâtoo quiet, too strange, too intense for others to understand. But for the first time, he felt an unbearable need.
A need to be seen by her. To be acknowledged. To be something important in her world.
That was the beginning.
The Obsession Begins
He started following her. Not in an obvious wayâno, he was careful. He learned the paths she took home, the places she visited.
He memorized the sound of her laughter, the way her hands moved when she spoke, the softness in her voice when she whispered secrets to her friends.
He watched, unnoticed, as she lived her life, weaving herself into the fabric of his existence without even knowing it.
When he found out her name, he whispered it under his breath like a prayer. Aaradhya. The syllables tasted like forbidden desire, like something that could destroy him if he let it.
The first time someone dared to insult her in his presence, Zeeshan saw red
He didnât even remember throwing the punch, only the way the boy screamed as his nose cracked under Zeeshanâs fist.
No one insulted his Aaradhya. No one had the right to speak her name with anything less than reverence.
But she still didnât notice him.
That realization made something dark take root inside him. If she wouldnât notice him naturally, he would make her notice him.
And so, he did.
The First Interaction
It happened during the school festival. She had been carrying a heavy stack of books, struggling as she made her way down the corridor.
He had been watching from afar, debating whether he should intervene, when another boy rushed forward to help her.
Rage. Uncontrollable, searing rage filled him.
That was supposed to be him.
Without thinking, he had stepped forward, knocking the other boy aside as he grabbed the books from her arms. She had gasped, startled, her wide eyes finallyâfinallyâmeeting his.
For the first time, she saw him.
And Zeeshan knew, in that single moment, that he would do anything to make sure she never looked away again.
Back to the Present
The memory faded, but the obsession remained. His fingers curled around the anklet on his desk, his jaw tightening.
She had been his from the moment he laid eyes on her. She just didnât know it yet.
But soon, she would.....
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