That girl was cooking breakfast while dancing and listening to music on her headphones. Swaying and dancing.The girl had not yet realized that someone had entered her house and he was standing behind her.She was absolutely engrossed in listening to songs. She was magnanimous in cooking and dancing.
Then he could not control himself and he slowly started walking towards the girl. He reached near the girl and said to her while keeping his hand on her shoulder. hey how are you I finally found you.
The girl saw that an unknown person's hand was on her shoulder. She was very scared. She immediately jumped into self-defense and punched him hard. She is the second character of this story and she is a good fighter herself.
Ouuuhhhhhhh.... She punched me so hard that it took my breath away.
Who are you and how did you dare to come inside my house secretly, touch my shoulder and talk to me? She asked.
He was having a lot of pain in his tummy. Before he could reply to her words, the girl came and punched him again on his face.
Oouucchhhhhh.... He again screamed. To this day he makes women scream after having sex with them. Today is the first time that a woman has made him scream.
Answer the question I have asked you. How did you enter my house, why did you enter my house, who are you?
When you get free from beating me, then I will be able to answer your question. You are even letting me speak, then you are repeatedly asking me questions and beating me and first of all stop beating me and let me speak.You are lucky that I am not hitting back at you, otherwise you would not have been standing here alive in front of me till now. He replied to her in so much pain.
Then the girl replies to him. With a slow smile on her face, she says that it is your good luck that I did not beat you properly. Otherwise you would not have been alive in front of me. Your luck is good that I am just asking you questions, so I have not killed you till now.
Okay, let me answer your questions. I saw you in a restaurant two days ago. I was also eating in this restaurant and as soon as I saw you, I fell in love with you at first sight. He replied to her. My heart blossomed the moment I saw you.
Hearing his words, Lyra started laughing loudly and said, you and love for me / You saw your age and my age. You are an 18 to 19 year old boy and I am 26 years old. You fell in love with me, are you in the right mind?
First of all you can't make fun of my feelings and please stop laughing at me, okay. Love doesn't happen by looking at age. I like you very much that's why I have fallen in love with you.
So you will not understand like this. You have sneaked into my house without my permission and you tell me that if you have fallen in love with me then it is okay. Now get ready to die. She replied to Ren.
After listening to Lyra's words, he was really confused whether she really wants to kill me. Has this girl gone mad?
The boy stood, his breath heavy, as the girl launched another punch toward him. He dodged, narrowly avoiding her fist, but didn't strike back. His hands were raised, not in attack, but in defense, blocking her blows as best as he could.
"Please, stop!" he pleaded, his voice strained with urgency. "I don't want to fight you."
But the girl didn't listen. Her movements were swift, precise, driven by some force that he couldn't understand. Each punch came harder than the last, her anger evident in the way she moved, as if she were holding onto a pain too deep to express in words. Her fists were her language now, and every strike landed with intent.
The boy winced as he blocked another blow, his arms beginning to ache from the relentless assault. He could see the fury in her eyes, and it pained him more than any physical hit. He didn't want to hurt her. He couldn't.
"I'm not your enemy!" he shouted between breaths, his feet shuffling backward as she advanced. "Please, stop this!"
The girl was unrelenting, her fists swinging in a blur. Her strikes were fierce, and with every failed attempt to break through his guard, her frustration seemed to grow. Yet, through it all, the boy remained passive, dodging and deflecting rather than attacking.
He didn't know what had driven her to this point, but he was certain that violence wasn't the answer. He could see the conflict in her, buried beneath the rage. She was fighting for something, but he didn't know what. Every time she landed a hit, it wasn't just physical—it was emotional, as if she was fighting herself as much as him.
Finally, after another fierce combination of blows, she hesitated, her breath heavy. The boy took the chance to speak again, his voice softer this time.
"Please," he said, his eyes locking with hers. "I don't want to hurt you. Just stop."
For a moment, the girl's fists dropped slightly, her anger wavering. She stared at him, her chest heaving with exhaustion, but her eyes still filled with uncertainty. The fight, it seemed, was not over—but neither was her will to continue.
This girl will probably not let me go until she kills me today. How bad does she make my condition.You've had enough. Now I have to do what I don't want to do at all.
He immediately got up from the floor and picked up a knife from the kitchen and cut his thumb and ran towards the girl. He put the blood dripping from his thumb inside the girl's mouth.
And said become my servant!....