The Landlord's Beloved

"I am crazy for you

You are not mine

I only asked for love

What is the delay about?

I am crazy for you

You are not mine

I only asked for love

What is the delay about?

Come, let's go."

"Come on, my friends, let's go!

This night is inviting us to dance until morning. I was feeling restless because the music was playing, and everyone was dancing. This was one of the famous clubs.

He had come walking in response to the gestures of a girl dancing in the center. He stood there, in front of the DJ booth, among several others who were seated in front of the bartender.

He was wearing gray pants, a white shirt, and a black jacket. His hair was lightly curled on the sides and styled in a way that stood up in the middle with gel.

His face had a well-groomed beard, and he proudly twisted his mustache. The girl took hold of his shirt and started pulling him along. He, intoxicated, began to follow her. Closing the door to the room, the girl came close to him; 'You are very beautiful.'

She said while drooling over him.

"Due to the effects of alcohol, the girl's eyes kept closing repeatedly. 'Then why are you so far away?' he said, pulling her towards himself. Outside the window, the night was deepening.

The cold weather was biting, freezing everything. A breeze had pushed the curtain aside, and sunlight streamed through the glass. In the darkness, shadows danced.

He was lying face down on the bed. At that moment, the girl's phone started ringing. 'Who is it?' she mumbled, swatting at the air.

On the screen, a name flashed. 'Hello?' he answered groggily. 'Where are you, Baby? I've been looking for you all over the department!' she said, annoyingly. 'I was sleeping.'

He yawned and spoke. At the sound of his voice, the girl's eyes opened. 'Are you with some girl?' she asked, expressing concern.

Lorren smiled and lay her head on his chest. 'No, just at the club,' he lied. 'Okay, then when will you come back? My day feels incomplete without you,' she said, starting to fidget.

'Baby, I'll be there in a bit,' he replied, looking at Lorren as his fingers traced along her chest.

His shirt was unbuttoned. 'Okay, I'll wait for you.

Come soon,' she said before hanging up. 'Darling, your time is up; I have to go,' he said, getting off the bed and pushing her away. 'When will you come back?' She was dressed in a very revealing outfit."

He started wearing a shirt. "First the apartment, then the universe."

He ignored him and walked out of the room, speaking.

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She was standing at the bus stop, wearing a simple shalwar kameez, with a dupatta draped around her waist. Her thick curls partially obscured her eyes, and when she smiled, it was hard to look away. "Yes, I'm just on the way; wait for me." She got on the bus, talking to him.

Today, she arrived late to class. Liam was sitting with the group when a beautiful voice caught hisattention. "Sorry, sir." Liam had his back to her.

He raised his hand to turn her around and squinted to see her. "Who is it?" He still hadn't seen her. "Probably some poor soul," Feddy said dismissively.

He pressed under his teeth and saw that she was about to turn away. Her lowered eyelids lifted, revealing large, dark eyes that were quite captivating. "Interesting..." he said, taking her in.

"What do you think of it?" she asked, leaning against him. He was waiting for the class to end. "I'll come by your place." He smiled and started to walk away.

Freya was absorbed in taking notes. "I need to talk to you." He sat down beside her. She jumped up. "Is this how you act like a jerk?" The class was emptying out. "What kind of jerk? I haven't done anything yet," he said, looking at her with intriguing eyes.

"Freya walked outside to take notes". From behind, Henry approached. Liam leaned in to look at her intently. He seemed to dislike the interruption.

Gathering her things, she started to walk quickly away. He pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and lit up. "This will be fun," he muttered as he stepped outside.

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"Mother, please let me do it. I'm home now, I will handle it," Freya said while closing the door.

"You have your studies too, don't you? I'll do it," her mother said as she entered the kitchen.

"Mother, the doctor has advised you not to overexert yourself, otherwise your knees will start hurting again. Please go to your room and rest," she said, tossing her bag onto the cot placed in the courtyard.

"You don't let me do anything," her mother said, slightly annoyed.

Freya placed the groceries on the counter and went to wash her hands.

After finishing her chores, she came into her room. "Why did he come to see me?" The book was open in front of her, but her mind was distracted. "Oh God, protect me from people like him".

I don't even know what his problem was with me. Despite wanting to avoid it, she began thinking about him. "He's a complete fraud, how can anyone trust him?" She shook her head and tried to focus on flipping through the pages of the book.

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"Yes, dad, what is it?" he said, speaking into the phone.

"We are thinking you should run for the election this time," a deep voice came through the speaker.

"Please keep me away from politics. Later, you end up becoming a headline on the news. Let me live my life for now," he said, making a face.

"We are only trying to secure your future, and here you are acting like you're making enemies," his father said in frustration.

"Alright, I'll come tomorrow, and then we'll talk," he replied, raising his glass of wine to inspect it.