Demon's Physco obsession

The Demon's Fury

Ankita was sad, sitting on a swing Adhiraaj had put up outside. It had been three days since Adhiraaj took her shopping, and she was getting more and more suspicious. The next day, she woke up late and found she was in room which was kept locked. When she asked Shyamla about it, Shyamla always told her to go away, saying the room was full of Adhiraaj's things. But when Ankita saw the room, it looked like it was made for a girl. It seemed carefully designed.

Ankita found out that Adhiraaj had signed up for all the streaming services on the TV in that room. Her suspicion grew. When she asked Shyamla about it, Shyamla got angry. Ankita was confused why Shyamla was so upset by her simple question. She couldn't stop thinking about it and sat on the swing, feeling down and lost.

"I found you!" she jumped, scared by the sudden male voice.

"You startled me," she said, frowning.

"I thought you would say 'I missed you,'" Nandan said, pretending to be upset.

"You left without telling me," she said with a sigh.

"You did the same," Nandan replied.

"You weren't around to tell," Ankita explained.

"Forget it. It's been a while since we've seen the Pani Puri guy," Nandan said with a smile.

Ankita's sad face suddenly brightened up.

"Wait a minute," she said, jumping off the swing and running into the house. After a few minutes, she came back with a small bag on her wrist.

"Shall we go?" she asked, spinning around so her skirt moved. Nandan laughed at her playfulness and waved for her to come with him. But they didn't know that angry eyes were watching them.

Adhiraaj was on his bedroom balcony, watching them intensely. He was holding the railing tightly, his knuckles white. He couldn't stand seeing 'his Raniji' smile at another man.

When he saw Ankita happily walking with the boy, he lost control. His jaw tightened, he breathed quickly, and he was furious. He rushed to the entrance of the big house, almost tripping over his assistant. He ignored him, pushed him aside, and went to the Royal Enfield motorcycle parked there. He pushed the guard who was about to sit on it and took his place, grabbing the helmet. He put it on and sped off in the direction Ankita and the boy had gone.

They hadn't gone far when Adhiraaj, driving very fast, caught up with Ankita and Nandan on their way to the nearby village market. Ankita was skipping happily, and Nandan was slowly pushing his bike, talking about something that made Ankita giggle. Adhiraaj felt a little relieved that they weren't too close, but he was still angry seeing 'his Raniji' smile at the boy.

Adhiraaj slowed down to keep a distance. He didn't want Ankita to know he was following them. He thought Ankita was innocent and that the boy was trying to get close to her even though he knew Ankita belonged to him.

He parked his bike a short distance from the Pani Puri seller where Ankita and Nandan were standing. He glared at them angrily. He wanted to grab her hair and drag her back to the estate and punch the boy for talking to 'his precious'.
He noticed people trying to stay away from him and his bike. He smirked at their reaction because just the symbol on his helmet and bike scared them.

It was the same symbol he had tattooed on his back.

He started his bike, not wanting any trouble in the market, and went back to the estate. Unaware that Adhiraaj had been there, Ankita and Nandan enjoyed their Pani Puri without worrying about anything around them.

"I heard you changed your school, Kittu?" Nandan asked, looking worried. Ankita just shrugged. "It was a sudden decision. Saheb offered a scholarship, and Bua didn't want me to miss such a chance," Ankita explained, casually eating another Pani Puri. Everyone at the estate knew about Shyamla's connection with the owners of the estate.