N I R V A N
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I see her walking out of the building, bag slung over her shoulder, moving with the kind of casual exhaustion people carried after long workdays. She puts her helmet back on, adjusting the strap absentmindedly before starting her bike.

I wait for a moment instead of leaving immediately. Following someone too quickly is carelessly obvious.

I'm not careless. Not with her.

A few moments later, I start my own bike and follow from a distance, careful enough to stay unnoticed, close enough to never lose sight of her.

I have no intentions of scaring her.

What I really want are the recordings. Her voice. I want to hear what she sounds like when she is pretending to be someone else, when she softens her tone for microphones and strangers, when every pause and breath is deliberate. Even if I know it is performance, carefully crafted and rehearsed, something about it still gets under my skin.

The thought of hearing her say things I wrote... those pathetically dirty words.

I park my bike a little away from the house before quietly making my way toward the tree nearby. One of its branches sits at exactly the height I need, almost like it had been placed there for me. A perfect hiding spot. Hidden enough to stay unseen, close enough to see directly into her small bedroom window.

The lights are still on, warm against the darkness outside, and I already know this is going to take time. I check the time on my phone. 9:56 p.m. At least an hour. Maybe more. So I put on my earphones, lean back against the rough bark, and let the music play softly while the night settles around me. The air is cooler here.

I close my eyes for a moment and simply sit there.

Ring Ring...

I open my eyes and glance at my phone.

Mom.

I pick up immediately.

“Hello…” she says in her usual soft voice.

“Hey,” I say, forcing warmth into my tone.

“Are you working?” she asks, getting straight to the point like always.

“No, no,” I say casually. “Just on a break.”

“Then it’s okay! Should I video call?”

“No, nooo…” The answer leaves too quickly. “Uh, I mean… there are people around.”

A lie.

Right now, my mother thinks I’m in Canada, which is technically where I am supposed to be.

Usually, I come back here when the distance starts getting unbearable. When I miss my girlfriend too much, and I'm dying to smell her, to watch her closer than photographs allow.

But this time it's very different... maybe.

I really don’t want to kidnap her, That might scare her and I don’t want her afraid of me.

I’d rather she come willingly.

Still, if things ever became complicated, I don’t exactly have problems I can’t solve. Being the only child of a politician comes with immense privileges and perks.

“Did you have lunch?” she asks.

“Yes,” I reply easily. “I just finished, actually.”

A small pause.

“Fresh fruits.”

“Finally, you learned to take care of yourself,” my mother said immediately. “Unlike your father, who refuses to take care of himself!”

“Because I have you, Also, put the phone down,” my father’s voice came from somewhere in the background. “I need your mother’s attention.”

“What is wrong with you?” my mother exclaimed. “I’m talking to our son!”

I couldn’t help but laugh quietly.

Some things never changed.

Then I heard my father again.

“Goodnight, kiddo,” he said simply and the call disconnected.

I looked at the screen for a second before slipping my phone back into my pocket.

He had always been like that.

Strangely straightforward in ways people rarely expected.

Their love story, if anyone ever heard it, would probably sound completely insane. A politician’s son falling in love with a college girl. A relationship filled with chaos, drama, possessiveness, stubbornness, and the kind of intensity most people would call unhealthy or toxic.

My parents never told me the full story.

Grandpa did.

Grandpa always found it amusing how my mother had made my father work for her attention, made him beg, wait, and practically crawl for forgiveness whenever he messed up.

He admired that part a little too much, honestly.

Like father like son, obsession simply ran in the blood.

I think that explains my writing.

Ever since childhood, I’ve had stories living in my head. Strange imaginations. Intense emotions. A fascination with romance people don’t usually praise out loud.

I’ve never liked soft love.

Predictable love.

I like complicated things.

Messy things.

The kind of stories people quietly judge and secretly consume anyway.

And Rida…

I have no intention of hurting her.

Pain is messy.

Fear ruins trust.

First, I want her to get used to me.

To my presence.

To the feeling of me existing somewhere in her life.

I’ve already done more than enough groundwork.

Now we just needed to meet, and for that, I was ready.

Finally, the lights in her room went off. I could see that she was still using her phone.

Ping!

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I smiled and shook my head. This girl is completely insane. After a while, when she finally fell asleep, I jumped down from the tree, opened the window, and slipped inside the house. Max came and greeted me immediately, but first things first.

I went to her. I swear, her habit of wearing noise-cancelling headphones is so bad, but it was good for me.

I always took the better route — no complexity, just simple chemical on a cloth. I held it near her nose for a few seconds.

Work done.

While Max was jumping around happily, I put her into a deep sleep, then finally took off her headphones.

I sat beside her on the bed, just looking at her.

All mine.

I took off my clothes and got in with her. This was the most needed part of my life — her.

I pulled her close, smelling her skin, kissing her, rubbing my face against her neck and chest.

“I love you so much,” I whispered and kissed her again.

“Soon we’ll work together and you’ll fall in love with me. Then we’ll get married, and have babies,” I said, holding her face gently between my palms.

“I’ll take care of you. All your medical expenses, therapy, everything. We’ll also get Max a cute girlfriend so he can hump her all day,” I laughed softly.

Max jumped up on the bed and licked my cheeks.

“So excited for sex, huh?” I asked him.

He just wagged his tail excitedly.

I looked at her sleeping so peacefully.

I’m not a stalker.

Definitely not some house intruder.

It’s just that I tried talking to her normally, but the problem is she doesn’t go anywhere. She orders food online, and if by chance she goes out, she just goes to the nearby café, packs it, and eats at home. She doesn’t interact with people, doesn’t answer her DMs, doesn’t have friends, doesn’t go to parties or clubs.

How am I supposed to meet her? Talk to her?

What am I supposed to do? Come up to her randomly with a bouquet and say, “Hey! I’m Nirvan. I love you. Be mine”?

That would get me rejected in minus one second, and I might even get slapped. And I’m definitely not a person anyone should slap.

I am the kind...

You know the kind that has cut off people’s arms? The kind that would simply pull out teeth or nails… the kind you should never cross paths with?

Yeah... I'm that kind.

I pulled off her white tank top and slid her panties down her legs.

“Umhh…” she moaned softly in her sleep.

“I know it’s hard for me too! Just a few days, love. Then I swear I’ll fuck you so good,” I told her as I positioned my head between her thighs. She was so wet already.

I licked her slowly at first, then plunged my tongue inside her.

She moaned louder.

That sound was heaven to my ears. I mouth-fucked her harder, licking and sucking until her body tensed and she came. I cleaned her properly with my tongue, put her clothes back on and then got up.

I put her phone on charging, went to the kitchen and drank some water. There were dishes in the sink, so I washed them. Then I noticed the counter was dirty, so I wiped it clean. I also arranged a few things around the house, just in case. She gets tired working all day.

After that, I sat back, pulled out my phone and started working, because I have to work or else my dad will force me to join his line of work.

Being a lawyer is hard. I went away because, I can’t fight cases against my dad’s political allies without consequences.

And now I’m here in the middle of the night — cock rock hard, watching my sleeping girlfriend instead of resting in my house.

Before I could think about her any longer, Max jumped straight onto me and started licking my face. His tail wagged so hard that his entire body moved with it. I picked him up into my arms and spun around the room with him, laughing as he happily squirmed and continued trying to attack my face with affection.

“Look at you son,” I said. “You’re more excited than I am.”

Fuck it.

I could work tomorrow.

I lay down beside her, immediately pulling her into my arms. She stirred slightly in her sleep but didn't wake up. Smiling, I started pressing kisses on her face.

“I love you.”

A kiss to her cheek.

“I love you.”

Another on her lips.

“I love you.”

Another on her eyes.

“I love you.”

Another on her forehead.

“I love you so much.”

By the time I was done, I had probably kissed her face a hundred times.

Only when I finally felt satisfied did I stop.

I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I love you,” I whispered again.

And finally, I fell asleep.

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My eyes opened much later than they should have.

For a second, I just stared at the ceiling.

Then realization hit.

“mmh,” She stirred as if about to wake up.

I quickly wore my clothes, glanced around the room, and rushed toward the window before climbing out.

The moment my feet touched the ground outside, another realization struck me.

My phone...

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