Oblivious of the fact how much I love her and what she means to me, she kept talking about things like this. I looked at her infuriated, daring her to speak any more of this shit.

"It's the problem of rights." She whispered. Tears brimmed in her eyes and lowered her head while holding the hem of her dress, barely controlling her fears and dismay which was visible over her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You have rights over me and I.. I am afraid of the day you will fulfill them without my permission... Tyler... I am terrified of ..you.." She said,...