HIS OBSESSIVE LOVE ||Rewriting||

AN UNEXPECTED ANCOUNTER

AUTHOR'S POV

Vishakha was deeply engrossed in preparing for her upcoming deal when she was interrupted by a hurried knock on the door. With a sigh, she allowed her PA, Ms. Niti, to enter her cabin, noticing her heavy breathing.

Curious as to why Niti seemed so flustered, Vishakha couldn't help but wonder if she had taken the stairs instead of the elevator. "Did she come from the stairs when we have those heavy elevators in our building?" Vishakha mused to herself.

Before she could question Niti further, her attention was drawn to the reason for her PA's distress. Mrs. Malhotra, her own mother, had arrived unannounced. Vishakha's jaw clenched, and she rose from her chair, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

"FUCKING TELL HER TO LEAVE, OR YOU'LL SEE THE WORST OF ME!" Vishakha erupted, her voice laced with frustration and anger. Niti quickly nodded and rushed to intercept Mrs. Malhotra.

However, Mrs. Malhotra's arrogance knew no bounds as she brushed off Niti's attempts to stop her, asserting her right to meet her daughter. Vishakha's irritation only intensified upon hearing her mother's disdainful tone.

As Mrs. Malhotra entered her cabin and locked the door behind her, Vishakha's irritation turned to outright anger. "What are you doing here?" Vishakha demanded, her voice dripping with irritation.

Mrs. Malhotra, unfazed by her daughter's anger, feigned innocence and claimed she had come to see her beloved daughter. Vishakha saw through the facade and confronted her mother, refusing to play along with her charade.

The tension between mother and daughter escalated as Mrs. Malhotra brazenly asserted her rights in Vishakha's company. Vishakha's patience wore thin, and she swiftly called for her guards to remove her mother from the premises.

As Mrs. Malhotra was escorted out of the cabin, Vishakha's facade of composure cracked, revealing the turmoil raging within her. Alone in her cabin, she felt a wave of emotions wash over her - anger, betrayal, and heartache.

With tears threatening to spill, Vishakha retreated to her mansion, seeking solace in solitude. In the privacy of her room, she unleashed her pent-up emotions, destroying everything in her path in a fit of rage.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, Vishakha collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down her face. Despite her outward appearance of strength, she was a woman torn apart by the complexities of her family dynamics.

As she drifted into a restless sleep, Vishakha knew that this was just another day in her tumultuous existence, a constant battle between her duty and her desires.

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RIDHVAN'S POV

After touching down in Mumbai around 7:00 PM, I made my way straight to my mansion, seeking a moment of respite after the long journey on my private jet. The grandeur of the estate welcomed me, offering a familiar sanctuary amidst the bustling city.

As I settled into the comfort of my home, allowing the fatigue of travel to ebb away, my thoughts were interrupted by the persistent ringing of my phone. With a sigh, I picked up to find Rehan on the other end, his voice brimming with impatience.

"Vaan, when will you arrive?" Rehan's inquiry echoed through the line, a reminder of the dinner plans we had made.

"Just touched down in Mumbai, mate. Give me twenty minutes," I replied, already anticipating the playful banter that often accompanied our gatherings.

With a curt "alright," Rehan bid farewell, leaving me to ponder the brevity of our conversation. Chuckling to myself, I set about preparing for the evening ahead, eager to catch up with my best friend and indulge in the warmth of camaraderie.