If you guy's don't want to support me then tell me na ....it's really heartbreaking 😭😒

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Vikrant’s apartment, casting a soft glow over the room. Seema stood by the bed, her hands trembling as she zipped her bag shut. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her chest. She glanced around the room one last time, her eyes lingering on the spot where Vikrant had slept the night before. His presence still lingered, a mix of his cologne and the faint scent of leather from his jacket. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the fear gnawed at her. His obsession, his control, his dominance—it was suffocating. Yet, even as she feared him, she couldn’t deny the pull he had on her heart.