Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Fatima sniffed, wiping her tears. She looked at him, a small, sad smile spreading across her lips.
“So tell me this… Let’s forget about that night. My question is—what about all those years we spent together? Do they all mean nothing to you, Charlie?”
Mr. Kings leaned back slightly, his jaw tight, eyes sharp.
“Years?” he scoffed, his voice low and flat. “You talk about them like we were building something real.”
Fatima blinked, her heart dropping.
He continued, “You were convenient. You were there. That’s all.”
Her lips parted slightly in disbelief, but no words came.
“Stop pretending like we were some tragic love story, Fatima,” he added coldly. “You played your role, and I played mine. It ended the moment you thought you could turn it into something more.”
Fatima stepped back, as if physically hit.
“Why are you being so cruel?” she whispered.
“Because kindness gives people hope. And you need to stop hoping for something that was never there,” he said, turning away from her without another glance.
Fatima wiped her tears roughly, her chest rising and falling as she fought back sobs. She couldn’t let him leave—not like this. Not when she still felt everything so deeply. Her footsteps were shaky but determined as she approached him.
“Charlie, please,” she whispered, voice cracking.
Mr. Kings stood frozen, his back still turned. His posture was tense, unreadable.
Fatima reached out, placing her trembling hands on his chest. She looked up at him, tears streaming freely. “Please don’t do this,” she pleaded. “Don’t walk away from me. You can’t just erase everything we had.”
He exhaled slowly, then gently removed her hands from his chest. Turning to face her, his expression was stone cold, eyes sharp with frustration.
“Stop this, Fatima,” he said, his voice low and firm. “How long are you going to keep playing this game? I’m tired of it. It’s pathetic.”
She flinched at the word.
“I’m not interested. This… whatever it was—it’s over. It’s been over,” he added darkly.
Fatima shook her head, voice desperate. “Please, Charlie, you mean everything to me. We can fix this. I know we can. Just give us another chance—please.”
Mr Kings stared at her in disbelief, ..
“There was never an us, Fatima,” he said coldly. “There’s nothing to fix. It ended before it ever truly began.”
Fatima stared at him, wondering if he had truly never felt anything for her. Her mind drifted back to the nights they’d spent together—moments that had meant everything to her. Was it all just in her head? Had she been delusional to believe there was something real between them?
No matter how cold he looked at her now, no matter how cruel his words were, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him.
Mr. Kings took a slow breath, his eyes fixed on her with restrained contempt.
“You know what I hate the most in a woman?” he said, his voice low and sharp. “Women who throw themselves at me. It fucken disgusts me. It’s the biggest turn-off.”
He stepped closer, each word hitting her like a blow.
“And that’s exactly what you keep doing, Fatima. Throwing yourself at me like some f+king desperate fool. It’s pathetic. All of this is… f+king nonsense. I wish you’d stop.”
Fatima stood frozen, the sting of his words sinking deep. They hurt—more than anything he had ever said to her—but still, she couldn’t walk away. She couldn’t stop wanting him, no matter how much it tore her apart.
“I don’t care,” she whispered. “If this is disgusting… if I’m disgusting, then so be it. I still want you. No matter what you say, no matter how much you push me away—I want you.”
Mr. Kings sighed, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration.
“Can you just stop?” he muttered. “I’m so damn tired of this. There is nothing,between us. There never was. Just fucken sit down and accept that.”
“I can’t just accept that… okay? I just can’t.”
She held his hands tightly, her grip desperate.
“What changed, huh? You said you never wanted me, but it wasn’t always like this, Charlie. What changed? Is it her? Is it that fucking PA of yours? Ever since she came into the picture… everything changed.”
Her voice cracked, rising with frustration and heartbreak.
“You started acting like I didn’t exist. You stopped touching me, stopped wanting me. It’s because of her, isn’t it? Huh? Tell me!”
Mr. Kings shook his head, exhaling deeply, his face unreadable and cold. He looked utterly drained, emotionally checked out.
“It’s you, Fatima. No one else is to blame for this.”
His voice was calm, but every word landed like a slap.
“You need to understand that nothing is going to happen between us. Just fucking accept it and move on. This… this is fucking pathetic.”
He stepped away from her.
A broken sob escaped Fatima as he walked out, not sparing her a single glance.
She collapsed to her knees, her legs giving out beneath her. A piercing scream tore from her throat, raw and full of anguish. Her hands trembled violently as they tangled in her hair, pulling at the roots. The lingerie that once made her feel powerful now clung to her body like a suffocating cage.
Her breaths came out in ragged gasps, eyes wild, tears streaming freely down her face.
“YOU ARE MINE!” she shrieked, her voice echoing through the empty space.
“I WILL NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME. NEVER… NEVER… NEVER!”
Her body rocked back and forth, consumed by a storm of obsession and heartbreak, the line between love and madness completely shattered.
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