ep 02
Liam scott
(leans closer) What happened, Lavi?
Pallavi Trivedi
(looks up from phone) My friend is arriving today and will be staying with me. I’m just waiting for a call.
Amelia Lawson
(smiles) That’s great! It’ll be nice to have someone with you.
Damien Blackwell
(glances at Pallavi briefly, silent as usual)
Group: (nods, thinking Pallavi’s friend is a girl)
Liam scott
We should all hang out together sometime.
Pallavi Trivedi
(smiles slightly) Maybe.
Damien Blackwell
(cold and distant, says nothing, continues playing)
Pallavi Trivedi
(standing in front of college, her hair fluttering in the wind as if she were in a Bollywood movie. She wore a new black kurta that billowed gracefully around her, drawing the attention of passersby)
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She noticed Amelia approaching, but her gaze quickly shifted to the figure standing just behind her. Damien was walking with his usual air of quiet confidence, his presence commanding attention even from a distance.
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Pallavi’s heart skipped a beat as she saw Damien. She tried to maintain her composure, but the sight of him so close made her nervous. Amelia greeted her with a friendly wave, but Pallavi’s eyes were fixed on Damien, who seemed oblivious to the world around him as he walked.
Amelia Lawson
(approaches, smiling) Hi, Lavi!
Pallavi Trivedi
(distracted, eyes shift to Damien behind Amelia)
Damien Blackwell
(walking quietly, focused ahead)
Amelia Lawson
(notices Pallavi’s gaze) You okay?
Pallavi Trivedi
(stammers) Oh, um, yeah. Just... admiring the view.
Amelia Lawson
(smiling, not noticing the real reason) Well, let’s go inside.
Pallavi Trivedi
(nods, still glancing at Damien)
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In the Lecture Hall:
Professor: (notices Pallavi not paying attention) Pallavi, could you please explain why you’re not focused on the lesson?
Pallavi Trivedi
(looks up, startled) I... I’m sorry, Professor.
(harshly) This isn’t the first time. You’re always distracted. It seems like you’re more interested in impressing people than actually learning.
Pallavi Trivedi
(eyes widen in shock) That’s not true...
(continues) You’ve been behaving like a gold digger, trying to get attention and favors instead of focusing on your studies. This needs to stop.
Pallavi Trivedi
(sits quietly, feeling humiliated and hurt, trying to hold back tears)
Damien Blackwell
(sitting in the back, smirks slightly as he watches Pallavi’s reaction)
Classmates: (some sneer and whisper among themselves, exchanging looks of pity and judgment)
Pallavi Trivedi
(glances around and notices Damien’s smirk and her classmates’ sneers, her face burning with embarrassment)
Pallavi Trivedi
(struggles to stay composed, feeling more isolated and rejected)
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Afternoon: The college basketball competition is in full swing. Damien’s team wins, and the crowd cheers loudly.
Pallavi Trivedi
(excitedly walks toward Damien, holding a water bottle) Great game, Damien! I brought this for you.
Damien Blackwell
(walks past Pallavi without acknowledging her, heading towards Amelia who is standing nearby)
Pallavi Trivedi
(looks surprised and a bit hurt as Damien ignores her)
Amelia Lawson
(smiles at Damien, accepting the water bottle from him) Thanks, Damien! That was an amazing game.
Pallavi Trivedi
(stands still, feeling awkward and disappointed, watching Damien and Amelia)
Pallavi Trivedi
(walking by the boys' locker room, hears Damien’s voice)
Damien Blackwell
(inside the locker room, talking to friends) I don’t know what she’s thinking. She’s always so annoying, following me around.
Friend 1: (laughs) She really is persistent.
Damien Blackwell
(sighs) And the way she’s always trying to get my attention... it’s just uncomfortable.
Pallavi Trivedi
(stops in shock, her face falling as she hears Damien’s words)
Friend 2: (chuckles) Maybe you should just ignore her more.
Damien Blackwell
(nods) Yeah, I guess. It’s just... she doesn’t seem to get the hint.
Pallavi Trivedi
(walks away quietly, trying to hold back tears)
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At the Lunch Table:
Pallavi Trivedi
(nervously approaches Damien with a box of food she made) Hi, Damien. I made this for you. I hope you like it.
Damien Blackwell
(glances at the box, then ignores it)
Pallavi Trivedi
(hurt but determined) Damien, can we talk? I... I need to tell you something.
Damien Blackwell
(grabs the box and throws it into the trash bin) I’m not interested.
Pallavi Trivedi
(eyes fill with tears) Damien, I really love you, and I—
Damien Blackwell
(shouts angrily) Stop following me around! I’m not interested in you! Just leave me alone!
Amelia Lawson
(uncomfortable, speaks up) Damien and I are engaged. We’re together. So, please, stop.
Pallavi Trivedi
(shocked, still trying to convince Damien) No, Damien, I really care about you. Just listen—
Lucas Bennett
(pushes Pallavi away roughly) Get off him! You’re a psychopath!
Pallavi Trivedi
(stumbles back, hurt and confused, still trying to approach Damien) "Damien, please, I really—"
Damien Blackwell
(glares at her coldly, cutting her off) "Stay away from me, Pallavi. You’re nothing but a psychopath and a gold digger!"
Pallavi Trivedi
(freezes, tears welling up in her eyes, unable to believe his words)
Amelia Lawson
(uncomfortably looks away, for the first time feeling truly disgusted and understanding why everyone hates Pallavi)
Group: (watches in awkward silence, some pitying Pallavi, others feeling justified in their previous judgments)
Liam scott
(steps closer to Pallavi, speaking in a low, firm voice) "Pallavi, if you have any shame left... just go away. Please."
Pallavi Trivedi
(looks at Liam, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking at his words)
Group: (silent, some looking down, others avoiding eye contact with Pallavi)
Pallavi Trivedi
(takes a shaky breath, glancing one last time at Damien, who turns away from her, then slowly walks away, feeling utterly defeated)
Amelia Lawson
(quietly watches Pallavi leave, feeling a mix of guilt and relief)
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Pallavi's Room:
Pallavi Trivedi
(lying on her bed, tears streaming down her face) "I’ve lost everything… Damien, Liam, even Amelia..." (sobs quietly, her heart heavy with despair)
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Two days passed, and Pallavi cried her heart out. She had lost all hope—hope that Damien would ever love her, the bond she shared with Liam, and the friendship with Amelia. The pain felt endless, overwhelming her completely.
Pallavi Trivedi
(wiping her tears, feeling utterly exhausted) "I haven’t eaten anything in two days..." (her stomach growls loudly, reminding her of her hunger)
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The emptiness in her heart was now matched by the emptiness in her stomach. The hunger became unbearable, forcing her to acknowledge her physical needs.
Pallavi Trivedi
(takes a deep breath, slowly sits up) "I need to eat something... I can’t stay like this..." (she gathers the strength to get out of bed)
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Outside Pallavi’s Room:
Pallavi Trivedi
(steps out into the quiet street, the night air cool against her tear-streaked face)
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She ventured out into the night, her mind still clouded with sorrow, but her body driven by the simple need for sustenance.
Pallavi Trivedi
(walking down the dimly lit street, her mind still heavy with sadness, when she hears a familiar voice echoing from a nearby alley)
Damien's Voice: (cold and sinister) "You really thought you could betray me and walk away unscathed?"
Pallavi Trivedi
(stops in her tracks, heart pounding, and quietly moves closer, hiding behind a wall to see what’s happening)
Damien Blackwell
(standing with a gun in his hand, a cold, creepy smile on his face)
Man on his Knees: (trembling, pleading desperately) "Please, Damien! I didn’t mean to cross you! I beg you, spare me!"
Damien Blackwell
(laughs softly, his voice laced with malice) "Spare you? I’m not called the Mafia King, MK, for nothing." (raises the gun, aiming it at the man)
Guards: (standing around, armed with guns, watching the scene unfold without emotion)
Pallavi Trivedi
(stifles a gasp, eyes wide with shock as she realizes the depth of Damien’s dark side)
Damien Blackwell
(without hesitation, pulls the trigger, his expression cold and unfeeling as the man collapses)
Pallavi Trivedi
(covers her mouth, backing away silently, her heart racing with fear and disbelief)
Pallavi Trivedi
(her mind reels with the terrifying truth about the man she once loved)
Pallavi Trivedi
(backing away from the alley, her heart pounding in her chest) "Damien... he’s MK, the Mafia King..."
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Pallavi’s mind raced, filled with fear and disbelief. She had heard the stories—everyone had. MK was the most feared person in the city, known for his cruelty and merciless nature. But never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that the man she loved could be him.
Comments
taekook
stalking someone is bad
2024-09-04
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