~Object of His Obsession.~

"She became his obsession. Was it her fault?" ~ Anonymous.

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(Delhi - India)

As usual, the railway station of Delhi was busy, crowded with people.

Announcements about trains were continuously heard. Trains were coming and going, electing and dropping passengers.

Among the hectic crew, many were waiting for their train and many were waiting to escort somebody. People like coolies, clerks appeared to be busy doing their own jobs.

"Attention please this is to inform you that Duronto Express (12213) from Bangalore will be arriving soon on platform number 2." An announcement regarding the arrival of a train was heard again, compelling some individual to hastily move through the crowd, trying to reach platform number 2 before the train's arrival.

After some time, when the train named Duronto Express arrived at the platform and passengers began exiting, from one of the coaches Shravya also stepped out, hesitantly.

Her hands tightly clutched the straps of her backpack, nervousness, and reluctance ostensively noticeable on her tired and pale face. Her hazel eyes were surrounded by dark circles, dull with sleep.

She was feeling completely worn out.

She reached Delhi after traveling straight for thirty-two hours. In those hours from Bangalore to Delhi, she couldn't make herself composed enough to sleep as her senses kept her guards on, every single second.

Roaming her eyes around, she walked further only to meet the faces of strangers. Every face she saw was unfamiliar. She knew no one.

As a yawn again escaped her mouth, she slumped her shoulders, deliberately walking to a food stall, hoping a cup of coffee would be able to help her in depriving the sleep away.

After buying herself coffee, she took a seat on the station benches, in a quiet corner.

Seeing the hectic scenery from afar, she wrapped her fingers around the warm paper cup and leaned against the cold bench, enabling her eyes to wander over the thinning number of passerby.

Everyone seemed so busy.

Every time a couple walked before her, holding hands, laughing, being in love, or biding bye before partying their ways, her chest tightened.

Her eyes seemed to burn from that sight and in exhaustion, provoking her to gaze down on the steam coming from her hot coffee.

Slowly, bringing the cup up to her mouth, she took some small sips.

"Are you Shravya?" Suddenly, there was a light tap on her shoulder which compelled her to turn her head and look at the person, standing beside her.

It was a child. A girl who didn't look much older than 5 years old.

She was in old and ragged clothes but still wore a smile on her small, cute face as if she was the happiest being alive.

Looking at her, first Shravya felt confused; how does she know her name?

With troubled eyes, Shravya glanced around to spot anyone suspicious before staring at the girl. "How do you know my name, cutie?" Her lips lifted themselves into a warm yet weary smile.

The girl offered her a toothy grin. "Someone told me to give you this." She placed a small paper chit on Shravya's bench.

Placing her coffee cup aside, Shravya picked up that chit, peeking a curious glance at the girl and unfolding that thing which actually turned out to be a letter.

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Shravya, I know you don't know me but believe me, we'll meet soon.

I'm writing this to let you know that I'm someone who doesn't want you to get hurt. Please think of me as a friend who just wants to help you.

If you can then please leave India as soon as possible. And don't believe Alok Shukla, that man is a liar. He works for Zaid.

As far as I know, Zaid has already begun searching for you. It surely won't take much effort to know your whereabouts.

If you want to save yourself from him then leave this country asap!

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As the words sank deeper and deeper into her mind, Shravya's clutch tightened, crumbling the fragile paper.

Her gazes returned to the girl who was still standing beside her, with a vibrant smile as if asking for a reward for bringing her the letter.

On the other side, Shravya was trembling. She was frightened. Who's Alok Shukla? Who sent this letter?  

Abruptly, in a minor halt of a beat, she panicked.

She had to hurry and leave.

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(Alok's POV)

From the vantage point transversely across the street, I glanced at her.

Shravya.

I have been observing for the last eighteen minutes. I have been following her for the last two days. It was hard to find her but not impossible.

As soon as I spotted her at the station in Banglore, her escape plan was bound to go awry. Right away, I informed Zaid about her but he told me to follow her, entitling her to think that she escaped.

I don't know why he let her get out of Bangalore when he had the chance to stop her before she could get any further away.

I can't understand why did he do that. I'm not interested to know either. He is dangerous and I have no intentions to mess with him.

The only thing I care about is the amount of cash I would be getting after being done with these things.

This woman before me is like a living key to the door of an immense fortune.

I was so fortunate to find her. It was my luck that those twins didn't get to know her whereabouts before me.

Blinking out of my thoughts, I again focused on her. A heavy frown was fiddling across her mouth as she gazed intently at the ground. Sometimes, she fidgeted with her fingers, insinuating a sense of uneasiness that she certainly flunked to suppress.

Why she looks so anxious? What was she doing? Trying to hail a taxi or was she standing there, waiting for someone?

I sighed and lighted myself a cigarette. It's been quite a long time since she was standing in that same spot.

Slowly, taking a long drag, I let my gazes wander over her perfect body. She was really one of a kind.

Her thick hair looked silky and soft, apparently from all the luxurious treatment, she was provided with. And her skin was smooth as marble, a beautiful shade of ivory.

The most fascinating feature of her little face is her hazel eyes.

Damn! they're beautiful. The first time I looked into those eyes, I was enthralled. Innocence seemed to pour off from her when she looked at me with those eyes.

I have never seen her crying, so I couldn't help but imagine how much more beautiful her hazel eyes would look if there will be tears coming out of them.

I wonder, how would her screams sound? I let my eyes roam over her face. With her wearing no makeup, I could see the smooth surface of her cheekbones. My fingers visibly tingled to touch her skin. It appeared soft, delicate, and untouched, with no kind of scars.

I see, he had not touched her in that way.

What a disappointment! I would have loved to see her untouched membrane touched in that way.

I would have loved to see her scars.

It's a pity that this wish of mine will be unfulfilled. I think he would never do that because if he wanted, he could have done it already.

I took another pull of my cigarette before tapping its ashes on the street, through the opened window. It is the first time I'm observing her so closely otherwise I never had the chance to, especially when he was watching my every move.

I observed as she turned obviously looking for something, making my gazes fall on her ass. It was nice and round, perfectly visible in her tight jeans, making me feel a tightening in my pants.

She had a body to lust for. If someone allowed me to have her even for once, I definitely would become addicted.

Only if I could have her.

Only if he wasn't after her.

I was both---far and close enough to see her. I stayed hidden enough away, that all she would see would be a dark vehicle, heavily tinted, but non-descript.

I was almost as invisible as she was trying to be.

She was still looking anxious, making me wonder. Could she feel my eyes on her? Does she have a sixth sense or something?

The thought of it made me smile. Perversely, there was a part of me, hoping for her to does possess a sixth sense which she can use for spotting danger or monsters in broad daylight. But alas she doesn't have any!

A monster like me have been with her, acting friendly, watching over her for weeks and she was completely oblivious to my reality.

I let out a sigh and took a last drag before putting off my cigarette and dumping it out of the window.

Today is her last day of freedom. The moment she will be alone, a little away from crowded areas, I would snatch it away from her.

Freedom was never hers and never would be. Being the object of his obsession, she shouldn't have yearned for it.

I grabbed my phone to inform Zaid about her, but suddenly, I froze when the screeching and screams sounded, mixing within the noisy atmosphere.

Hastily, I gazed back at the place where she was standing, but she wasn't there instead I saw people bunching around at that same spot.

Is it an accident?

Fuck! That psycho will kill me if something happened to her.

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