Once, my paranoid love

“I… I thought you were angry because of last night,” Eva stammered and looked down. Ron smirked at her and then walked close to her. When he leaned toward her, the students around them became surprised, as did Eva. She turned red; her heart was beating so fast. It was obvious that Ron was a college hunk, so students would be curious about everything, especially girls.

“If this is the thing, Eva, then next time don’t say no to me. I will talk to you later.”

Eva became frozen there. She pressed her lips together but could not say anything because she did not expect Ron to say it.

**

Paul had waited for Elena outside the university gate, but when he couldn’t find her, he rushed towards her classroom.

‘If she isn’t in her classroom today, she will face a lot of problems.’ While thinking, he dashed over to her classroom.

Paul entered his classroom while panting. He spotted Elena taking a seat in the far corner of the room. He took a deep breath while looking at her; it seemed he had found his precious thing. He smiled at her while thinking, ‘Elena, I can finally see you. I have missed you so much, but where have you been?’

But as he thought, his expression changed. He stormed over to her and stood in front of her, enraged while thinking, ‘How dare you trick me? What were you up to last night? Everyone is like my mother, but I won’t let that happen to you; I won’t let you be like my mother.’

Elena’s POV.

Paul was right there in front of me. I was shocked when I saw him. I wasn’t expecting him to be in class so early. He was notorious for showing up late for college.

“Pa-Paul!” I called out in terror, but I did not show my fear on my face, so I narrowed my eyes.

With a menacing grin on his face, he replied, “So you’ve come.”

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and yanked me away.

“Let me go, Paul!” I shouted.

Despite the fact that the entire class was watching, no one approached me to help. What a pitiful world we live in! Drama was something that everyone enjoyed.

“Paul, ouch!” I whimpered in immense pain. But he did not care about it. I was struggling desperately to get away from his clutches. The more I struggled, the tighter Paul’s grip became.

“Paul!” I shouted.

Paul dragged me into a boy’s locker room and locked the door behind me. I was terrified of seeing him in that situation. I took a small step backward and came to a halt as I came to touch the wall.

‘What am I supposed to do now? I’m completely aware of his anger issues.’ I thought as I pressed my lips together.

“Paul, listen, I’ll tell you everything,” I tried to convince him.

“Now you know that someone in your life is thinking about you. Who cares about your existence?” Paul became enraged and spoke aggressively. “Did you know I didn’t even shut my eyes last night?”

‘Care! It’s simply a word to me. Did my father feel the same way about me as you did?’ I grabbed the lace of my dress while wondering.

Paul abruptly caressed my waist and lugged me toward him. He gently pulled up my frock. I attempted to stop him. ‘You were just claiming you were worried about me and that you cared about me, but now you’re engaging in filthy behavior.’ I arched my brows as I tried to push him.

“Please, Paul,” I murmured as I tried to escape.

“Do you even know what happened last night? Last night, I went to the police station because of you,” Paul stated.

With my brows narrowed, I asked, “What?”

He said, “Because I went to Ron’s house to beat him.”

“Are you crazy, Paul?” I said fiercely.

“I’m crazy about you,” he said.

I knew he would do something, but I did not think that he would go to the police station. What happened to him last night? My heart was yearning to know, and at the end, I listened to my heart in a worried tone.

“What did you do?”

While we were talking, Paul began to smell my hair and gently rubbed his nose on my neck. He completely ignored my words.

“Paul,” I murmured, making a little movement.

Paul said, “Last night, I waited for you. Where have you gone, honey? But I’m happy you weren’t with Ron.”

“You did not answer my question,” I asked as I moved my face from him to the other side. His hot breath touched my left cheek. “I went to Ron’s house and beat some maids.”

“What?” I moved my face toward him. His face was so close to him. If he moved a bit, our lips would touch. My eyes met his; his eyes were stern.

I asked him while looking at him, “Nowadays, are you starting to beat maids as well?” He ignored me again and asked the same question, “Where were you last night?”

“I-I was with Eva,” I stuttered.

He continued to bother me; it seemed he was satisfied with my answers. As his head pressed against my neck, he nibbled on my collarbone. I clutched my frock tightly in my fist.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Did you say that to make me jealous?” Paul asked.

‘If I tell him the truth, he’ll create a mess here. I’m terrified; I can’t tell him the truth.’ I thought as I took a deep breath.

He came to a halt and asked, “Tell me?” as he rested his head on my shoulder. I pressed my lips together in fear.

“Tell me what that was? Whether you like him or not!” He yelled as he tightened his grip on my neck.

**

“Ron… I…” Eva pressed her lips together; she became red and then suddenly said, “I have classes. I will talk to you later.” As she said, she ran away from there. Ron locked his gaze on Eva; he had a mischievous smile on his lips.

When Ron was busy with his playful things, suddenly his mind was distracted by hearing a voice.

“So, does she know about you well?”

Ron turned back and spotted Nikita. He smiled and called out her name, “Oh, Nikita.”

Nikita approached him with a smile and said, with her seductive voice, “Oh, Ron… What is going on?”

“It is nothing, beautiful. Just in a playful mood.” As Ron said, he was about to step forward, but he stopped when he heard Nikita.