Demon's Physco obsession

The Unseen Threads

Ankita had been sitting in the car for fifteen minutes, her gaze nervously flitting towards the massive building ahead. Her fingers worried at the fabric of her dupatta, twisting it into a tight knot, a clear sign of her inner turmoil. Beside her, Adhiraaj sat patiently, a silent, unwavering presence, seemingly content to wait until she calmed down. The air in the car was thick with her unspoken anxieties, the imposing structure looming large in her peripheral vision.

Adhiraaj was acutely aware of Ankita's nervousness. He understood this was a monumental shift in her life, a change she had never anticipated. Her existence, as he knew, had been simple, devoid of grand hopes or lofty dreams. He had observed her restlessness for the past two days, a quiet agitation that had not escaped his notice. It wasn't truly necessary to send Ankita away from the comforting confines of the estate; he possessed the means and influence to bring the entire college, its faculty and resources, inside the walls of the estate if he so desired.

But his motivations ran deeper. To mend his bruised ego, stung by Varma's taunts of cowardice and his perceived inability to protect his wife in public, he had to get Ankita away from the estate, even if only for a few hours a day. He needed to prove to himself, and to the world, that he was no coward, that he could protect his wife wherever she was. Furthermore, he wanted to stop Ankita from listening to the maids' nonsensical gossip, which was undoubtedly fueling her unease and restless spirit. This was a strategic move, a calculated display of power and control disguised as an opportunity.

Finally, Adhiraaj stirred. He reached out, his warm, firm hand covering her trembling ones, still fiddling with the dupatta. Ankita flinched slightly, but didn't pull away.

"Dove," he said, his voice soft, yet with an undeniable edge of finality that brooked no argument. "Look at me."

Slowly, reluctantly, her gaze drifted from the imposing building to his face. His eyes, though lacking the earlier tenderness, held a steady, unwavering confidence.

"This is for you," he stated, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. "A chance to learn, to grow. To see more of the world than just the estate walls." He paused, then his voice dropped, a subtle shift in tone that was almost a warning. "I know you're scared. But you are my wife. And no one, no one, can touch what is mine. You will be safe. You will be protected. Always."

He leaned in slightly, his gaze piercing hers. "Now, it's time to go in. You wanted this, remember? A life outside? This is it. Take a deep breath." His thumb pressed a little harder on her hand. "And walk in with your head high. You are a Vashisth."

He then added, a further layer to his protective directives, "And if you ever feel uncomfortable, dove, even for a moment, you are to leave the class immediately. Whatever the situation is, you just come out of the campus." He gestured vaguely towards the main gates. "The car and Malti will be waiting for you so that you can come directly to me. Don't worry about anyone questioning you; this college belongs to you, and you are free to do whatever you want within its walls."

With that, he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, a gesture of tender proprietorship, before opening his door. He stepped out, then, with a practised motion, donned his goggles, shielding his powerful gaze from the morning sun. He then walked around the car and opened Ankita's door, extending his hand.

Ankita, her heart still thrumming with a mix of fear and strange anticipation, placed her trembling hand in his. His grip was firm, reassuring, yet utterly dominant. She allowed him to guide her out of the luxurious vehicle. The moment her feet touched the ground, they were immediately greeted by the nervous principal who had clearly been waiting for their arrival, his anxious smile a testament to Adhiraaj's formidable presence.