“It does actually,” Armaan insisted, his voice cold. “I thought I found an equal. Someone who would treat me with respect and let me make my own decisions. And here you had this all plotted out for me. What’s the point, if you think I’m just going to leave anyway? Hmm? When I run out of use for you as you put it. You try to tell me I’m not a project, but you put an end on our relationship before it even really started. Sounds like a project to me. And I can’t get over you not telling me despite the risk. Maybe next time you trick someone into falling in love with you, you could…I don’t know…try to have a modicum of respect for them. You ancient beings just think you know what’s best for all of us. But you really fucked this up."