16|Unsent Confessions

16| Unsent Confessions

Zeeshan Khan POV

He killed my father.

Correction -he killed my stepfather.

Thinking it would break me. Thinking it would make me bleed.

But hell no.

I was fucking happy when he ripped that old bastard out of my life. That man was nothing but filth, a parasite feeding off power he never truly deserved.

Eshaan thought he was punishing me, that he had dealt a fatal blow.

He was wrong.

The only thing he did was save me the trouble of doing it myself.

But that doesn’t mean I’ll let it slide.

No.

Revenge is a delicate game, one that requires patience, deception, and control. I can’t afford to act recklessly—not yet.

For now, I’ll play the part. I’ll let him believe he got under my skin. I’ll let him see the cracks that don’t exist.

Let him think I’m broken.

Let him enjoy his victory.

Because when the time comes, when the pieces fall into place—I will ruin him.

And lately, there’s been something else. A nuisance. A pathetic attempt at a warning.

Death threats.

Anonymous messages dripping with empty promises of pain if I so much as breathe near her.

Aaradhya.

As if I needed some coward hiding behind a screen to tell me what I already knew.

The sender? Please. I don’t need a fucking genius to figure that one out.

There’s only one man unhinged enough, possessive enough, obsessive enough to play this game with me.

Eshaan Vikram fucking Khanna.

The man who thinks he owns her. The man who thinks she belongs to him.

Pathetic.

Eshaan’s devotion is sick, twisted, and predictable. He clings to her like a dying man gasping for air, suffocating her in the process.

But me?

I don’t just want her. I don’t just crave her.

I want to consume her.

Mind. Body. Soul.

And the best part?

She doesn’t even know it yet.

But she will.

I’ve made my decision.

For now, I’ll step back. I’ll vanish from her world, make it seem like I’ve given up. Like I’ve backed off.

Let Eshaan believe his threats worked.

Let him think I’m scared.

Because nothing feeds a man’s arrogance more than the illusion of victory. And Eshaan? He’s desperate to feel like he’s in control.

Let him have his moment. Let him think he’s won.

But the truth?

I’m not letting her go. Not now. Not ever.

Aaradhya is mine.

And if I can’t have her…

Then neither can he.

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Eshaan vikram khanna POV

I smirked, setting the glass down with a soft clink.

He thought he was clever.

Zeeshan fucking Khan.

Did he really think I wouldn’t see through his pathetic little act? That I’d actually believe he was scared?

No.

He wasn’t backing off. He was waiting. Calculating. Plotting.

Trying to fool me.

I chuckled darkly, leaning back in my chair. If there was one thing I respected, it was a worthy opponent. And Zeeshan… he was trying to be one.

But there was a difference between us.

He was playing a game.

I was the game.

He could disappear, act like he had given up, make it seem like he had surrendered. But I knew better. I knew men like him. He wasn’t the type to let go so easily.

Neither was I.

Especially when it came to her.

Aaradhya.

She was the prize we both were fighting for. But what Zeeshan failed to understand was—this wasn’t a fight he could win.

Because I never lose.

My fingers tightened around the armrest as I stared at the screen, watching her. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed her in gold, her long lashes casting delicate shadows against her skin.

She was perfect. Mine.

And Zeeshan?

A nuisance. A pest. An insignificant distraction in her life—one I would eliminate when the time was right.

I smirked, shaking my head.

"Play your games, Zeeshan," I murmured. "Let’s see how long you last."

Because no matter what moves he made…

In the end, I would always be ten steps ahead.

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The ice in my glass had melted, but I barely noticed. My eyes were locked on the screen, tracking every tiny movement she made.

Aaradhya sat cross-legged on her bed, her phone balanced on her knee as she scribbled something in a notebook. Her brows furrowed in deep concentration, her lips pursed slightly.

I smirked. So damn cute.

She had a habit of twirling her pen when she was thinking, absentmindedly bringing it to her lips before she realized what she was doing. And when she got frustrated?

Like clockwork, she pouted.

Just like now.

She huffed, tossing the pen aside and flopping back onto the pillows. Her hands covered her face as she groaned, rolling side to side like a frustrated child.

I chuckled under my breath. My stubborn little kanmani.

She didn’t even realize how fucking adorable she was.

Then, suddenly—she sneezed.

A soft, barely-there sound, but it made her freeze in place. She sat up, blinking in surprise, then sneezed again.

I grinned.

She looked around suspiciously, rubbing her nose. "Someone must be talking about me…" she mumbled under her breath.

If only she knew.

If only she knew how many nights I spent like this—watching her, memorizing her, craving her.

She had no idea how obsessed I was.

How much of her world I controlled without her even realizing it.

Aaradhya stretched her arms above her head, yawning softly, then reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, hesitating.

And then, slowly, she typed something.

My smirk faltered as I watched, waiting.

Was she texting him?

My jaw clenched.

Her expression shifted—uncertainty flickered in her eyes, lips pressing together before she sighed and tossed the phone aside without sending the message.

Good girl.

I leaned closer, my fingers grazing the screen.

"Think about me all you want, Aara," I whispered, my voice low. "You can pretend to move on, pretend to forget… but we both know the truth."

You’re mine.

And no matter how much Zeeshan tried to fool me…

I would never let either of them forget that.

She picked up her phone again, her fingers hesitating over the screen.

Who was she trying to text?

My jaw tightened as I watched her eyes flicker with uncertainty. The soft glow of the screen reflected on her face, highlighting the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip—a habit she had when she was deep in thought.

I zoomed in.

The letters were faint, barely visible, but I recognized the pattern of her typing.

She was writing and erasing. Over and over again.

Like she was debating with herself.

My smirk returned.

Who were you trying to reach, kanmani?

Zeeshan? That pathetic bastard who thought he could compete with me?

Or…

Me?

The thought sent a thrill through my veins.

I watched as she finally typed something and held her thumb over the send button.

Seconds passed.

She didn’t press it.

Instead, she let out a frustrated sigh and dropped her phone onto the bed. She flopped back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the edge of her blanket.

I leaned back in my chair, satisfied.

She was thinking about me.

Even if she wouldn’t admit it.

Even if she tried to fight it.

She couldn’t escape me.

Aara could delete my pictures. Erase my messages. Try to push me out of her mind.

But her fingers still hesitated over my name.

And that was enough.

For now.

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