Fresho, a wealthy musician and CEO, finds himself obsessively in love with Lara, a simple college girl, to the point that he is diagnosed with Obsessive love disorder. Their intense connection faces opposition from Fresho's disapproving family and challenges from their friends. Will their love conquer all obstacles?
"But you need them." Fresho whimpers,
"Trust me, I don't. I don't need new stuff." I say. "Lara, calm down. I don't want us to fight and please don't misunderstand me. I did it for you because I have the money. Trust me, I wanted to do more than that. I can afford hundreds of them. I know you were cool with all your stuff but there is no sin in changing them to a new one. They are just gifts," He says persuasively.
"Well, I don't see it that way. I am beginning to feel like you are seeing taking care of me as your responsibility." I say,
"So, what's wrong with that? I am your boyfriend for goodness sake." His voice is getting harsh and it is getting on my nerves. Coming from someone that doesn't want us to fight.
"Yes, that's it. You are my boyfriend, not my parents." I say, still sounding calm but I am getting angry. I don't know how far this calmness can go.
"So as your boyfriend, I can't take care of you when it is obvious I have the money."
"No. There is a limit to everything. You can buy me gifts but having an obligation to do things for me or take care of me is not part of your role. You are my boyfriend, not my husband.
"Well, yes. I am not your husband yet but I will be one day. Which means I will be responsible for your well-being soon. What difference does it make if I start now? I don't know why you normally overthink something you should be happy about." Fresho says, his voice is harsh and it annoys me.
"What if we don't end up marrying each other. What if we are not meant to be." I say it with a snap but I regret saying it immediately. The moment the statement comes out of my mouth, Fresho's body language changes and furrows his face,
"What did you just say? What ....what do you mean by that?" He asks anxiously.
"I didn't say we will not end up
together. But you know man proposes but God disposes." I say, trying to use a quote to back up my wrong words so that it won't sound like a threat anymore.
He breathes in and out deeply and says,
"Even God knows how much I love you so He won't take you away from me. No one will."
He says confidently. He is sounding like it is a do-or-die affair. Like if I don't marry him something will happen to him.
"Well, I love you too but I will not accept all those things. Tell your men to send back my stuff and pack all that away from my room." I say and I look away.
"I don't have anywhere to take them to. You can throw them away if you detest them so badly. But mind you I will still replace them with more, expensive ones." He retorts and I look at him. I can tell that he is angry.
"You are just trying to have total control over my life and I won't allow that," I say in a low but sharp voice.
"Why not? Why can't I? When you have done the same thing to me. You have taken total control over my life to the extent that I can't go a minute without thinking about you. I can't even think straight anymore. I find myself thinking of how to protect you, making sure that you are safe. How to make you comfortable, not lacking anything and many more. Even when I am working, you are always there. You are fucking engraved permanently in my brain to the degree that I will not be myself if I don't hear your voice. And you are here saying I want to have control over your life? If I can, I will too. If you know what you are doing to me, you will not be talking like this." He says angrily, his speech is fast and
