One day, Jasmine was modeling when a man suddenly came by.
Jasmine's mood was already hitting the ceiling today. When she saw that familiar man standing in front of her again, her patience finally snapped. The man tried to say something, but Jasmine didn't give him the chance. Stepping forward with lightning speed, she executed a perfect trip. Caught off guard, the man couldn't regain his balance and fell flat on the ground with a heavy thud.
As he tried to get up, covered in dust, Jasmine leaned over him and hissed, "Why are you here again? Didn't I warn you never to set foot in this area?"
Gasping for air, the man replied, "Jasmine, you're misunderstanding! I only came to return your lost diary."
Jasmine froze. She saw her blue diary peeking out from the bag that had slipped from his hand. That diary contained all her secret dreams and hidden rage. For a brief second, she felt a pang of guilt for tripping him, but she didn't show it.
Scowling, she reached out and said, "Give me the diary and get lost. If that fall didn't teach you a lesson, something worse is coming next time!"
The man struggled to his feet, brushing off the dust as he muttered, "Danger follows even when trying to help!" He handed the diary to Jasmine and walked away quickly without looking back.
Jasmine hugged the diary to her chest. Her angry expression softened a bit, but she thought to herself—sometimes these disobedient people need a little 'trip' to keep them in line. She watched him walk away for a moment, then, unable to contain her curiosity, she opened the middle of the diary. Inside was a folded note.
As she opened the note, her eyes widened in shock. There, in bold letters, Dmitry had written: "Jasmine, I want your baby."
The world seemed to crumble around Jasmine. She stood there stunned. The man who had just fallen in the dust was none other than Dmitry!
Reaching the peak of irritation and shock, Jasmine screamed, "Have you no shame, Dmitry? How dare you!" Fuming with rage, she looked ahead. Dmitry hadn't gone very far yet; he was walking with a slight limp. Jasmine yelled, "Dmitry! Stop right there!"
Dmitry stopped and looked back. His face held a guilty yet strangely radiant smile.
Jasmine rushed to him, shoved the note in his face, and demanded, "What is this? Did you wash away all your shame? You came back under the guise of returning my diary just to do this filth?"
Unfazed, Dmitry replied calmly, "Jasmine, I knew you'd be angry. But I had no choice but to write my heart's desire in a note. You tripped me; now you can slap me if you want, but my desire won't change."
Jasmine was speechless. she never imagined he could be this shameless. Closing the diary firmly, she said, "Forget a baby, don't you dare even let your shadow cross my path! If you come again, I'm calling the police."
Dmitry wasn't scared. Instead, he held his hip with one hand, brushed off more dust with the other, and let a crooked smile play on his lips. He looked her up and down and mocked:
"Oh my! Threatening me with the police? And what will you tell them, Jasmine? That a gentleman wrote his heart's desire in a note, so you tripped him into the street? Or will you tell them that this man named Dmitry 'polluted' your 'sacred' diary by proposing motherhood to you?"
He added with a sarcastic laugh, "You talk about shame? The shame isn't mine, it's yours. You wrote in your diary that your life is becoming a desert from being alone. I only wanted to bring some rain to that desert. Why all the screaming?"
Jasmine seethed with insult and rage. Dmitry's overconfidence and blunt nature were the things she hated most.
Limping a step closer, Dmitry whispered mockingly, "Before you call the police, read page 15 of your diary again, Jasmine. Isn't it shameful how you wrote my name and then crossed it out repeatedly? I only wanted to give fulfillment to your hidden desires."
Jasmine didn't back down. Her eyes glowed with fire. Pointing a finger right at his nose, she retorted with sharp disdain.
"Listen, Dmitry, don't think yourself a great psychologist. Before flipping through my diary, you should have realized—what I write there might be my dreams, but there is no place for a tasteless, shameless man like you in them. You call this 'rain in the desert'? To me, it's nothing but filth!"
She took a step forward, her voice hardening. "And you talk about shame? You should be the one ashamed for stealing a girl's private diary and then coming back with a proposal for a child. This cheap drama doesn't work on me. I crossed your name out on page 15 because you were a mistake in my life, and I throw mistakes out of my life just like I strike them out of my diary."
Giving him a shove, she said, "You want a child? Go stand in front of a mirror; you'll see a monster. It's more honorable to remain childless than to bear that monster's offspring. If you stand here mocking me for one more second, I won't just trip you—I'll drown you in a drain!"
Dmitry's crooked smile faded. He realized Jasmine wasn't as easy a target as he had thought. But seeing her tone suddenly change, he stopped in his tracks. To his surprise, Jasmine stood there with a mysterious smile.
She stepped closer, her voice now sweet yet laced with irony. "Oh, Dmitry! Leaving already? What happened, did you get angry? You started talking big after just one trip and a scolding?"
Dmitry frowned, confused. Jasmine continued, "Revenge? You'll make me cry while you laugh? Wow! You've certainly memorized your movie dialogues."
She laughed as if he didn't matter at all. "Listen, Dmitry, there's no point in being angry. You suddenly drop an 'offer' like that—do you expect a girl to celebrate? There's bound to be a little drama, right? Why give up so soon? You talked about using force, didn't you? Can you really get everything by force?"
Dmitry's stubbornness flared up. "Do you think I'm joking, Jasmine?"
Jasmine looked him in the eye and said coldly, "Are you the only one allowed to have fun? I know how to play, too. But remember, Dmitry, making Jasmine cry isn't that easy. You might find yourself caught in your own trap, crying in the end!"
This sudden shift in behavior left Dmitry bewildered. He couldn't tell if she was threatening him or starting a new game. But her soft tone soon melted his anger. He stared at her, his desire for revenge vanishing instantly.
His face lit up. He stepped toward her and said infatuatedly, "Oh, my darling! Why didn't you say so before? I thought you actually hated me."
Without waiting another second, before Jasmine could react, Dmitry swept her off her feet and took her into his arms. Jasmine instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Dmitry spun her around, laughing. "This is what I want! When you're angry, you look like a demoness, but now—you're like an angel! I knew you couldn't live without me."
Jasmine, resting her hand on his chest, asked with feigned surprise, "Hey! Put me down! People are watching! You were just face-down in the dirt, where did all this strength come from?"
Dmitry looked into her eyes with a drunken gaze. "With your love, I can move mountains. This is nothing! From today, there will be no walls between us."
Jasmine smiled inwardly. She knew Dmitry was emotional and stubborn; a little affection was enough to subdue him. But the thought of that note was still spinning in her head.
While still in his arms, Jasmine's laughter suddenly changed. The sweet sound turned into a chilling, psychotic laugh. She leaned into his ear and began to whisper with a strange madness in her voice.
"Dmitry, do you know who you are playing with? Do you think I'm just an ordinary girl? You've heard the names of Alia and Viktor, haven't you? Names that make the strongest men tremble—you and I are the heirs to that very blood."
She laughed with a sadistic joy. "As for your lineage, you are no less—Viktor's blood runs in your veins. But remember, Alia and Viktor never loved like ordinary people. Their love was destructive... it was a bloodbath!"
Dmitry stood tall, still holding her. Fear was nowhere to be found; instead, a fierce, noble savagery took over his expression. He gripped her tighter and said in a booming voice:
"Fear? A Dmitry Viktor fears no one, Jasmine! If you are Alia, then I am your Viktor, who can set the whole world on fire just for one wish of yours. You're a psycho? Then I am no less. The sons of Viktor's line know how to snatch what they want—even if it means a river of blood!"
In the darkness and silence of the street, their strange conversation made the atmosphere even heavier. Jasmine grabbed Dmitry's collar and whispered into his ear, laughing, "Then let it be, Dmitry! Let's see whose madness is greater—the daughter of Alia's line, or the son of Viktor's!"
Dmitry did not put her down. Instead, with a dark resolve, he began walking into the shadows.