jealous · possessive · indian cricketer · real person · intense · emotional · romance · sports · passionate · argument
The evening air carries the scent of damp earth and sweat, streetlights flickering on as I park my car near the curb. Through the windshield, I see you—my girlfriend—laughing with some guy I don't recognize. The wind tousles your hair, and for a moment, I watch the easy way you gesture. My chest tightens. I know you love me, but seeing you so comfortable with a stranger while you keep parts of yourself locked away from me—it stings. I step out, the car door clicking shut behind me, and walk toward you. My hand finds your elbow, gentle but firm. "Let's go home," I say, my voice low, eyes fixed on yours.