watcher

chapter 2

What's happening ???should I call police what should I do??

Abhi's POV:

I leaned back in the shadows, my eyes fixed on the screen as I watched her fingers hover over the dialer. My heart skipped. The police? No, Maya. That would ruin everything. They’d take you away from me, put you in some sterile room, and call me a "threat." They don't understand the care I’ve taken.

I couldn't let her make that call.

Before she could hit the third digit, I sent a kill-command to her phone's cellular antenna. The signal bars at the top of her screen dropped to a hollow "No Service" symbol.

I watched her face drop—the realization that she was cut off from the world. She looked so beautifully desperate. I picked up my own burner phone and dialed her number. Even though her service was "dead," I had a bridge through the Wi-Fi.

Her phone didn't show a number. It just displayed one word in a stark, white font: HIM.

I watched her through the lens, seeing her hand tremble as the phone began to vibrate in her palm. I whispered into my mic, knowing my voice would come through her speakers with a slight, haunting distortion.

"Don't call them, Maya. They'll only make it worse. Look at the man in the blue jacket two tables over. Do you see the knife in his pocket? I'm the only one protecting you from people like him."

my phone thuds it slips away . i look at that guy my eyes gets numy i feel scared..

Abhi's POV:

I watched through the glass, my heart hammering against my ribs as your phone clattered onto the floor. You looked so fragile in that moment, your eyes glossing over with a terrifying numbness as you stared at the stranger in the blue jacket.

He was just a regular guy—a businessman waiting for a latte—but through the distorted filter of the fear I’d fed you, he became a monster. I saw your breath hitch, your pupils dilating. You were paralyzing, and I was the architect of that stillness.

"That's it, Maya," I breathed, my voice vibrating through the phone lying at your feet. "Don't move. Don't let him see you're afraid."

I saw a tear track down your cheek, and it took everything in me not to run across the street and wipe it away myself. But I had to be patient. I needed you to realize that the world outside of my lens is a dangerous place.

I tapped a key, and suddenly every other screen in the cafe—the digital menu behind the counter, the tablet of the woman next to you—flickered once and displayed the same distorted image of a dark silhouette.

I whispered into the mic, "I'm coming inside to get you. Stay exactly where you are."

Who are you? why are you and how do you know that? i was just blabbering anything that came to mind...

Abhi's POV:

I watched her lips tremble as she whispered those questions to the empty air, her voice barely audible over the hum of the cafe. Who are you? How do you know? I felt a rush of power. She wasn't just a subject anymore; she was talking to me. We were finally having a conversation.

"I'm the only one who truly sees you, Maya," I said through the phone's speaker, my voice low and velvety, masked by the distortion. "I know because I’ve seen the way you look at the stars when you think no one is watching. I know the song you hum when you’re nervous. I know that guy in the blue jacket isn't who he says he is... but I am."

Across the street, I stepped out of the van. I was wearing a plain black hoodie, blending into the rain and the shadows. I started walking toward the cafe doors, my eyes never leaving her through the window.

"I'm coming in now," I whispered. "Pick up your phone. Don't let anyone else touch it. We're leaving together."

I pushed open the heavy glass door of the cafe. The bell chimed—a sharp, clear sound that cut through the muffled noise of the room. I stood by the entrance, scanning the tables until my eyes locked onto the back of her head.

I got up he was standing there those eyes it was possive that smile it was creepy.more than that guy sitting there he was terrific i wouldn't go with him

Abhi's POV:

The moment you stood up, my breath caught. You looked even more breathtaking in person—not flattened by a screen or filtered through a lens. But then I saw your eyes. You weren't looking at me with the realization of a soulmate; you were looking at me like I was a nightmare come to life.

The "terrific" fear in your expression hit me like a physical blow. You backed away, your hip hitting the edge of the table, making the coffee cups rattle. I took a step forward, my hands held out open and empty, trying to look like the savior I believed I was.

"Maya, wait," I said, my real voice blending with the distorted echo still coming from the phone on the floor. "You don't understand. The world is chaotic, but I can make it make sense. I've spent every hour of every day making sure you're safe."

I saw you glance toward the exit, then back at the man in the blue jacket, then at me. I could see the gears turning—you were realizing that the monster wasn't the stranger at the table. It was the one who had been hiding in your pocket all along.

"Don't run," I warned, my tone sharpening just a fraction. "If you run, I lose control of the perimeter. And you don't want to know what happens when I'm not in control."

I closed the distance by two more steps, reaching out toward your arm.