#possessive behavior

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83578391/chapters/220215781

https://reamstories.com/meekmadmel

Is a life defined by contentment and love worth the price of having your past stripped away?

What if the choice has already been made for you?

By the man who swears perfect love and devotion…

He is your shepherd. You are his lamb.

"I would build something others might misunderstand. Something she would recognise as safety. She would believe herself free—to roam, to choose, to step beyond the walls if she wished.

And still, she would return.

Each night—beside me.

Possessive behavior alert! Patch Breakers (because I promised myself I'd do one).

Omegaverse and college (yes bc I can)

Spoke is a year ahead of where they should be. They are in their second year of college with the rest of their friends, but a full year younger than them. The voidling does take pride in this fact, but it also means their friends are often deflect unnecessary attention away from as them being younger made them a target for the weird people at their college.

Mapicc is the person who spends the most time near Spoke since they hit off their friendship. Although Mapicc stands as Spoke's best friend there was someone who came before him. Jamato... The voidling does not bring the other person up due to how and why they stopped seeing the other person.

Jamato was Spoke's best friend from the beginning of high school to the end of it. Along the way they had changed from a friendship to a relationship. During that time, Spoke was quieter and less like themselves each day. Minute, Spoke's older brother, could not for the life of him find out what had caused this change in the voidling that used to be filled with chaos and bubbling with energy.

One day Spoke just snapped at Jamato and the two never talked after that. No one believed Spoke that Jamato was shitty. They all thought Spoke was going through a phase. Telling them that they were imagining it and that they shouldn't have snapped at Jamato. At a point Spoke thought they were in the wrong until they remembered how Jamato basically held them tightly, but watched them like a hawk.

( This is a fanfic /side story based on Piano and Plushies by PinkPlushies on ao3. I've been obsessed with her work😋 and loved the way she wrote the character Varun - the younger brother - so I wrote this🥸. Check out her work if you will, it's really fun.😆 Writing here is mine. )

Tags : love at first sight, possessive behavior, younger sibling inferiority complex, possessive behavior, dark romance, story based in India, Indian characters etc

Pairing : Varun Singhania / Mana Aaryan

The world became a little more colourful when Varun's sister-in-law finally married into the family.

The air became easier to breath in. His parents first reluctant and disagreeable accepted her bit by bit. His older brother - the same brother that had beaten ten people half dead smiled like he'd been presented laughter and sweets on a silver platter.

And in a way he had.

Paridhi–Pari, she was the epitome of love and sweetness itself. She had a way of bringing calm to his brother who didn't even listen to their father when angered to a certain point.

Her body moved with a certain momentum, stillness, a lingering vanilla essence followed her as she went by the stairs and rooms. For his brother who loved sweets like a lifeline she had become the oxygen for his existence.

And Varun understood that with each passing day.

There she was lending a helping hand with their mother, the plates already set and the food beautifully displayed - her hands moved and she used the large spoon to scoop paneer salan on his brothers plate.

His brother eye didn't leave hers for a second.

Only after she had sat herself and looked at him, did he pick up the utensil.

Varun felt a certain distaste in his mouth, like someone had spoiled his favourite snack. His heart pricked like a fork was being penetrated through his skin.

His brother ate like a man that had nothing to lose, she followed his example and her fidgeting fingers, taking a bite and swallowing.

Ah

Varun's fork which was tossing the food up and down stilled, body slightly slouched and eyes dangling over the food. He narrowed his gaze at a small paneer at the side and stabbed it. Hard.

How annoying. He thought.

Gaze trailing from there to the side.

His phone sat turned upside down like he always placed it , He reached out his hand and picked it up. His mother already used to his shenanigans didn't bait an eye.

A notification popped on his phone.

He swiped the screen and opened the messanger app. There at the very top a message was waiting for him.

He pressed it.

Dude, Varun, the girls and us are meeting at the club. You coming? Ps if you don't, the girls are bailing.

He thought for a second, letting the silence hit his consciousness before pushing the chair and getting up.

The legs of the chair made a loud noise gaining the attention of everyone, his brother spared his a glance, raising his brow like his father. Varun couldn't help but note the similarity.

“ Are you leaving?” His father asked.

He winked, “ Maybe.”

His mother all but shook her head, clearly tired of him but said nothing more, not when her husband sat right there and was not saying a word.

Varun took this as a sign.

He walked out the dining room, summoning one for the servants standing at his post to go and fetch his car keys. The servant bowed and went to get them.

When he returned and presented them, Varun gave a nod, not too kind yet not too arrogant, like a professional and made way outside.

—- – —- –

He arrived in thirty minutes.

The guard parked his car with exactness. The location was in plain sight. Not too dull nor too bright.

He walked in, shoulders relaxed and chest settled, there was rhythm in his steps, no rush, no hesitation. He had no one to prove himself to, noone that knew what his last name was and what he represented.

The music played in the club, people danced, others talked, a few sat at tables on the sides. The lights dimmed others flashy over the dance floor, as he made way.

It was easy for him to spot his friend. Who shook his hand a little to high and grinned at him. “ Varun!” His friend said, dragging him right to their table.

Varun greeted everyone with a nod, smiling in a more easy manner at the girls and took a seat. Words flowed easy when he didn't feel suffocated by sweetness and love in air.

His brother and father were more similar than they would ever agree to comprehend. Both were obsessed with their wives, confined them to their golden cages and controlled their emotions with mere words or actions.

Varun knew what his heart was feeling.

And he despised every single second of it.

An hour passed conversing, women fluttering their eyelashes at him and his fellow men elbowing him for being so lucky. Varun felt his gaze hollow, fingers tapping over through table as he brought a drink to his lips.

“I— isn't it just amazing?”

“ Raj looks so much happier these days-”

“ —his wife is so lucky. I can see the love in his eyes. Ahh, he's so protective of her. I'm so jealous—”

-Thug- a hand hit the table in a giant recoil, gaining everyone's attention. A suffocating silence fell over all of them. Eyes turned in his direction, ready to question him.

He got up.

They all looked at him, startled. “ Varun–?”

He gave a teasing smile, an artificial one that only those who knew him well enough could see through. “ What ? Just going to the bathroom or can't a man powder his face?”

That joke made all of them ease down.

It was truly simple. The human mind.

He washed his hands, wiping them dry with his handkerchief.

His mind was elsewhere, maybe that's why he didn't notice the other figure at the corner before it was too late. Both of them collided in a loud bang.

The stranger's head hitting his chest.

Varun had been training in core and strength for years. Muscles built for stability and years of training, lean yet hard at the right part. So he didn't jerk back from the recoil.

But that stranger wasn't as lucky.

Varun looked down, not expecting a woman. He extended his hand to help, only she didn't.

She knocked it away.

And got up on her feet, dusting her knee. Then she glared at him.

Him.

He raised a brow.

“ I was trying to help.”

She scoffed, turning her gaze away from him. What nerve. “ And I was trying to leave-” her gaze kept on lingering at his back, shoulders drawn like a wonded animal and eyes fully dilated and ready to run.

Varun if he focused could feel tension in her voice.

Her fingers were trembling despite how she was trying to present herself.

His ears picked up sounds of several men, gathered in large crowd, looking angrily for someone. He saw the way she flinched at the raised voice, music dimming at the back.

“ —she could be here–”

Varun snatched her wrist and pulled her closer before she could nag, “ You–” and covered her mouth. Her back to the wall and his between her searchers and herself.

Her eyes widened like a deers.

Heart beat picked up,chest raised, legs staggering, he could feel her warm breath over his palm. He looked at her anxious self, eyes shimmering like a predator’s and put his finger over his own lips before whispering to be quiet for a moment.

Her eyes flickered between him and the noise and then she reluctance moved her face. Just a little. As much as he could allow without it putting them in danger. And noded.

The music was loud, conversations beginning and ending.He kept on listening to the footsteps, those men arguing, his gaze still didn't leave hers.

Sweat began to drip with seconds passing, those men took their sweet time to go through each and every person.

The club made it stuffy in a closed distance.

Then finally, they left.

Varun removed his hand from over her mouth, his skin missing the warmth of his breath already. He looked towards her, not expecting a thanks, never that.

But she raised her hand all too quickly and slapped it over his face. It didn't hurt, really didn't but the physical shock was there.

Wasn't expecting much but a slap. Not bad.

He raised his gaze and stilled.

She was shivering like crazy, jaw tight, backed up against the wall. But that wasn't what made the oxygen leave his lungs. No, those eyes.

Those pretty brown eyes.

They scrunched at him disgusted ,tears rolling down her cheek. She looked like a prey cornered, the pray that was nearnign the end of her life.

“ What the hell is wrong with you– you bastard!” She sniffles.

But Varun must have had some magic done to him because he couldn't hear the curse. It sounded more like a greeting, a cute nickname. And he couldn't help but think she looked adorable.

So fucking adorable.

His heart was beating so fast, words got stuck in his mouth. He coughed loud, a hint tear near her corner. How do you breath–

-No how did he breath before?

ha

that's it

“ I—” He tried to speak, but she was too close, too pretty near him. How did he never think brown was pretty? How was he ever annoyed with her? How

She glared at him, “ I--what?”

He reached his hand before pulling back.

“ I was trying to help-” He peered towards the club. His hand landed in his pockets, he took another breath in, Breathe Varun, Breath.

You're a Singhania. Don't embaress yourself.

“ You were being followed and they didn't like they were going to leave that easily.” He said throwing the logic.

She hesitated in her next words, Varun could see the gears in her mind turning before she reached a conclusion. “ Okay.”

Varun blinked and repeated. “ Okay?”

She noded, clutching her bag that Varun didn't notice before. Her nose strutted, she hummed, “ Yeah. ‘Okay’ .” she emphasized and averted her eyes.

“ Thanks for the help.”

“ What was that?”

“ I said thanks for the help.” She repeated louder, clearly frustrated. Varun could already see her face growing red.

His lips twitched, a ghost of a smile which was fake before appeared genuine. “ Not like that you don't.”

“ What-? ” she remarked, her voice becoming like a bird.

Varun took out his phone and extended to her. She looked at it like she was staring at a puzzle. He added. “ Your Instagram.”

“ You want my Instagram?”

He smiled, crossing his arms in a relaxed state. Heart clenching in his chest, don't make a mistake, he scolded himself.

“ Unless you want to give me your number.” he said. She stilled.

Hope that wasn't too forward. He inwardly gulped.

She extended her hand and took it without another word and quickly put her username and he followed it.

Then she got ready to leave but Varun caught her all too quickly, their fingers brushing and he could feel hid control lessen.

His palm touched his lips and he could feel the temperature rise from her gaze. “ Your name– I didn't get your name?” his voice cracked.

She blinked before a small smile came over her lips. He heard a giggle and felt heat over his ears.

Stupid Varun. He scolded himself.

What the hell is wrong with you!

Idiot

“ It's Mana.” She said, before disappearing from his sight.

He was left standing with the lingering warmth of her touch, holding over his phone in a tight grip.

Varun understood why his father and brother were the way they were with their wives. Though, he hummed, he might be nicer.

just a little.

To be continued ( ??)

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