Demon's Physco obsession

The Ominous Match

"Sir, I have designed the room to meet your specifications", The architect showed Adhiraaj his laptop with the room design. Adhiraaj was by the pool, smoking and looking at his mango garden, not paying attention. This was the third architect that week. The first two had displeased Adhiraaj and paid with their lives. The architect was sweating, noticing Adhiraaj's lack of interest.
He thought he would end up like the others. He blinked when he saw Adhiraaj smile, but nodded quickly when Adhiraaj's expression went back to being emotionless.

"Leave," Adhiraaj said in a deep voice, making the pool water ripple

"Sir, but..." "I told you to leave," he growled, annoyed.

The architect quickly left with his laptop. He could try to impress Adhiraaj later, if he was still alive. Upsetting Adhiraaj was like wanting to die.
Once the architect was gone, Adhiraaj went to the small bar and poured himself some scotch. He drank it, enjoying the burning feeling.

He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and stared at the garden as if something interesting was happening. He walked to the glass wall overlooking the garden, put his hand on the glass, and swirled his scotch with the other hand. Still looking at the garden, he took another sip of the drink and smirked as he saw Ankita walking towards the garden.

Ever since they met a week ago, Adhiraaj had been watching the girl from his pool area. He moved all his morning meetings there, confusing everyone. Known for being alone, this sudden change in his behavior made people wonder why.
His mood swings also became worse, confusing his associates. He would suddenly dismiss everyone from meetings without explanation, postponing them indefinitely. No one dared to question him. Some thought Ved's absence was making their boss act this way.

Desperate to calm Adhiraaj down, they tried to contact Ved, as he was the only one who could. However, Ved was busy with work and couldn't return to the estate for at least a week. Everyone was unaware that Adhiraaj had met a woman who seemed to have a strange hold over him.

Watching Ankita approach his mansion, he imagined her scent and breathed deeply against the glass. She wore a faded printed cotton skirt and blouse, with a faded and mismatched shawl wrapped around her waist. She had a black thread necklace, black metal earrings, and two glass bangles on each wrist. Her hair was in two braids, with flowers in one. She looked charming. He wanted to playfully pull her braid and kiss her passionately, making her forget everything else. He wanted to marry her immediately and make her his.

However, she was underage, so marriage wouldn't give him legal rights, and he feared someone might use this to separate them, which made him even angrier. A small smirk appeared on his face as he saw fear and unease in her eyes.
He didn't understand why Shyamla seemed to have money problems even though he had doubled her salary. She should have saved a lot over the years, so why did they live in such poverty? But when Adhiraaj learned about their backgrounds, he was amazed by Shyamla's actions. He was surprised that she had given up her savings to pay off her dead brother's debt and take care of her niece as her own. It seemed like she had brought the girl into their lives for his benefit.

After meeting the demon, Ankita became much more careful whenever she was near it, especially around the garden and Adhiraaj's mansion. Even though she hadn't seen anyone in or around the mansion or garden since that day, she still felt uneasy whenever she walked through that part of the estate. She became more aware of herself, and even Shyamla started to suspect something was wrong with Ankita's behavior, especially when Ankita overreacted to small sounds. She acted as if she had been hit hard on the head.

Seeing his girl leave the mansion grounds, Adhiraaj left the pool. He went to his private rooms, which took up the entire second and third floors of the mansion. He gently pushed open the doors and found the inside quiet. A look of discomfort crossed his face at the dimly lit room. Even though the room had expensive imported furniture, something felt wrong and he couldn't fix it, no matter how many times he renovated it. So, he rarely went there because it always made him feel uneasy. He sighed in frustration and walked towards the stairs leading to his bedroom.
He took off his clothes and went into the bathroom, immediately turning on the shower. The warm water relaxed his muscles. It wasn't because he was tired, but because he was looking forward to what he would do after his shower. After fifteen minutes, he turned off the water. He dried himself with a white towel and wrapped it loosely around his waist. He went into his closet, where his shirts, suits, and other clothes were neatly arranged. After putting on his boxers, he put on faded blue jeans and a white linen shirt, leaving two buttons open to show his gold chain. He sprayed expensive cologne and left his wet hair as it was, then went to his hidden safe.