Privileged Bad Boys: A Bully Romance
“I can’t be with you. I just can’t. You are not what I thought you were.”
Chirag stares, giving me absolutely nothing. No flash of fury, not even a microscopic hint of pain at the fact that he’s losing me. He just stares. That hollow emptiness creeps me out more than I can handle.
“Anyway, I always just wanted to be your friend,” I push on. “You took over, but it doesn’t work like that.”
I must have a death wish, because I don’t stop. “You have to respect my wishes. If you feel for me—” I pause, realizing how insane that sounds. I have never seen an emotion from him other than sudden, violent bouts of anger. Ever. “—if you have feelings for me, you have to respect mine, too.”
Girish steps in then, trying to pull him away from me. Chirag is standing too close… close enough for me to smell the sharp mint on his breath, masking the heavy scent of fresh smoke. He knows I hate it. Yet, he does it anyway. It always feels like he is entirely immune to my needs, completely blind to what I want or like. I can’t be with someone like that.
Chirag turns slightly when Girish tugs at his arm, while I just try not to tremble. Much.
“Leave,” he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.
“You need to calm down. Mate, let’s go,” Girish insists.
“I said leave.”
“I’m not leaving her alone with you.” Girish doesn’t back down, and I internally applaud his insanity. Because that’s exactly what it is. Insanity.
Suddenly, a gun is out. A sharp scream cuts through my throat before I can bite it back. Chirag spins fully, slamming the cold tip of the barrel directly against Girish’s forehead.
“Last time. Leave.”
“Mate…”
“Fine. You’re fired. Now get out before I paint this wall with your guts. Because I will.”
Finally, Girish takes a slow step back. I can actually see the red, circular imprint of the gun’s muzzle stamped into his forehead. My throat goes dry, and I swallow loudly. Chirag turns back to me, flashing his trademark, cruel smirk.
God, I hate him. Sometimes. But other times… I want him so badly it hurts. I can’t control it. It’s completely psychotic, which is why I’m desperately clinging to the sane part of my brain right now, trying to drown out the part that’s crazy for him.
“I don’t return friendship bands once someone gives them to me,” he says, his voice dropping an octave.
“You can keep them.”
His eyes narrow. He hates being interrupted, and I know it. But suddenly, I just don’t care. I tip my chin up defiantly.
Before I can even register the movement, the heavy metal of the gun lands flush against my own forehead. I gasp, freezing instantly. There’s nowhere to run. I’m already plastered against the wall, the brick pressing into my spine hard enough to snap it.
“What are you doing?” My voice cracks.
“Maybe if you have the right incentive, you’ll think differently,” he whispers, leaning in. “Maybe if you understand the consequences, your words will change. Come on, Niti. I’m giving you one chance to take it back.”
A traitorous tear slips down my cheek. Chirag catches it smoothly on the tip of his thumb.
“Are you scared?”
I nod. There is no point in lying to him.
“Kiss me.”
I don’t move. I can’t. The pressure of the steel against my skull intensifies, hard enough to leave a bruise. When I first found out my boyfriend carried a weapon, I had nightmares for a week. This nightmare is going to last forever.
“What are you doing?” I ask again, the words feeling numb and hollow.
The dark amusement vanishes from his face. A severe chill runs down my spine as the boy I know disappears, replaced by a ruthless stranger I vehemently hate.
“Once you become mine, you don’t get to be un-mine. Understood?”
“So you think forcing me gets you the real me?” I challenge, my voice trembling.
“Maybe not. Maybe I lose you completely,” he muses, his eyes entirely devoid of warmth. “But a person is a blend of mind, body, and heart. If I can’t have your heart and mind, I’ll settle for your body. Now, before I decide to discard your body, too… I suggest you fix this. Kiss me. Now.”
A sharp, metallic click echoes through the quiet room.
My heart stops. He just took off the safety lock. My eyes widen in sheer terror, and his smirk returns, a dark eyebrow raised in victory.
I don’t even have to lean forward; his lips are already brushing against mine. I let my….
The End.
Stay tuned, coming soon on Kindle.
