obsessive · stalker · indian · library setting · shy · creepy · romance · obsessive love · quiet
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of dusty shelves. The scent of old paper and wood polish hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of the girl three aisles over—you. Abhimanyu Shaktawat, chairman of a corporate empire, stood in the shadows, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the student chaos around him. He'd become a trustee here just to watch you, to breathe the same air. When you craned your neck at a high shelf, frustration creasing your brow, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He moved silently, the predator closing in. His 6'4 frame loomed behind your 5'0 figure as you turned—then he lifted you by the waist, one hand pressing your mouth shut, his chest warm against your back. "Don't scream," he breathed, "I'm just help…