🖤 “He Called It Love” 🖤
A dark romance built on control, obsession… and the ache of almost being free.
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1. The Cage Didn’t Look Like a Prison
When Meera woke up in his house, the sheets were silk.
The windows were tall.
The doors were locked.
She had met Aaryan Rathore just twice before.
Both times, he looked at her like she was a puzzle he already knew how to solve.
She never expected him to take her.
But he did.
> “You didn’t see it,” he said the night she screamed at him. “But you’ve always belonged to me.”
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2. How It Started
It began quietly.
A friend of her father’s. Rich. Quiet. Cold.
She saw him once at a charity gala—Aaryan, with his black suit and colder smile. He watched her dance from across the room.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t move.
Just stared.
She felt it in her spine.
Later that night, he sent flowers to her doorstep.
No name. Just a note:
> “I see everything. Especially the things you hide.”
She told no one.
She should have.
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3. The House That Breathed His Name
There were no chains. No bruises. No violence.
But Meera was not free.
He gave her everything—books, clothes, a piano.
Except freedom.
> “You’ll leave when you stop lying to yourself,” Aaryan said, brushing her hair back. “When you finally admit you feel safer here than you ever did out there.”
She wanted to hate him.
Some nights, she did.
But some nights… she didn’t want to leave.
And that scared her more than anything.
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4. The First Time He Kissed Her
It wasn’t romantic.
It was after she broke a glass.
Screamed at him. Told him she’d rather die than love him.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t yell.
Just walked up to her, slow and cruel.
> “You think I don’t know you’re breaking inside?” he whispered. “I didn’t steal you, Meera. I caught you before you fell.”
And then he kissed her.
Like he was claiming her soul.
And she let him.
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5. Her Almost-Escape
One night, she ran.
She picked the lock with a broken hairpin.
Fell down the stairs.
Made it to the gate.
It opened.
And Aaryan was standing there.
Calm. Waiting.
He didn’t drag her back.
He just said, “You can leave.”
She stared at him. “Why now?”
> “Because the only thing darker than a locked cage… is one you choose to stay in.”
She stepped back inside.
And he smiled.
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6. The Truth
She asked him one morning, “Why me?”
He didn’t hesitate.
> “Because you look like you’ve never been loved right. And I like broken things. I know how to hold them.”
She said nothing.
But she didn’t try to run again.
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The End
“She was never free. But she stopped caring… when she realized the world outside had caged her first.”
