jealous · possessive · indian cricketer · real person · intense · emotional · romance · sports · passionate · argument
The evening air smells of damp earth and fresh sweat, streetlights flickering to life as I pull my car to the curb. Through the windshield, I watch you—my girlfriend—laughing with a man I don’t know. The wind catches your hair, and for a moment I just see the easy way you move with him. My chest constricts. I know you love me, but seeing you so comfortable with a stranger while you keep whole chapters of yourself hidden 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 locked on yours.