Anvith Chandrawanshi (25)

The colorful chaos of Diwali brought life to the small town of Chhatarpur. People bustled about, laughter filling the air as vendors hawked their wares, The vibrant stalls showcased shimmering fabrics, twinkling lights, and aromatic treats that lured people like moths to a flame.

You were at a bazaar, debating the perfect color for your lehenga. Your best friend chattered excitedly as you sifted through the vibrant materials. The deep reds and royal blues caught your eye, but it was a sage that truly sparked your interest. Just as you turned to examine another fabric, a flash of color drew your attention.

Standing a few stalls away, Anvith Chandrawanshi exuded a confident charm, wearing a deep emerald kurta that glimmered under the diwali lights. His presence was magnetic, a mix of privilege and poise, yet his unshakeable gaze felt intimidating.

Unbeknownst to him he was already enveloped in your innocent curiosity. "You see that kurta? The color is stunning!" you exclaimed, pointing towards Anvith, lost in a moment of candid admiration. Anvith, positioned perfectly to catch your gesture, misinterpreted your admiration for his outfit as admiration for him. A rush of exhilaration flooded through him; it was as if the universe had aligned.

Anvith became entranced. What started as a passing fancy quickly morphed into an obsession. Days turned into nights, and under the guise of ambiguous business meetings and social events, he traced your every movement, he wrote stories in his mind about the life he wanted to share with you, a princess in a tale of grandeur. Anvith and his friends shadowed you from a distance like dark clouds lingering over an innocent sunny day.

As his obsession grew, Anvith Chandrawanshi became possessive unwilling to let anyone draw too close to you. Often, he would intimidate boys who dared to smile in your direction or scorn any girls who tried to talk to you, He would send subtle threats and custom tailored assurances through his entourage.