Author's POV
£ Mishra Nivas — Evening
Adhrit stepped inside his home, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His chest heaved slightly, still echoing with the adrenaline of the cafe confrontation.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering heat of anger and frustration.
He paced a few steps, muttering under his breath. "One week… one damn week, and already… what is wrong with her? How the hell can she even think about setting price to make me her boyfriend?"
His thoughts kept circling back to Anaisha’s audacious words — the offer, the arrogance, the madness in her eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind. But it refused to go.
He moved towards the kitchen, where his mother was making tea for everyone.
"You too came? Should I make tea for you too?", his mother, Mamta asked sweetly.
He gave her a half smile. "No mamma. I met a college friend, and had coffee with her. Where is everyone, by the way?"
"In the garden.", she replied with a smile, shifting her focus again to her work.
He sighed, poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to calm himself.
Yet, in the corner of his mind, a prickling unease lingered — the feeling, he had been trying to ignore since his new job started: someone is always watching him, and now, this new unexpected drama.
£ Mehrotra Mansion — Night
Anaisha sat back on the chair, in her lavish room, the dim light of the desk lamp casting long shadows across her face. Her lips curved into a small, calculating smile, as she replayed the cafe scene in her mind.
That sharp, furious look in his eyes… that righteous anger. She concluded, he looked more handsome and attractive, while being angry.
It wasn’t just a simple attraction anymore. It was something deeper, more potent. She could feel it, like a live wire in her chest, pulling her toward him. And he dared to resist her? He dared to defy her publicly, insult her money, her family, her ego?
Her fingers danced over the keyboard of laptop, opening spreadsheets and emails — but her mind wasn’t on work. It was on him. Every flicker of his expression, every word he had spat back at her, replayed like a film on loop.
She leaned back, pressing her palms against her temples. "So stubborn… so arrogant… so deliciously infuriating. You are interesting Adhrit...", she whispered, a manic glint in her eyes.
£ Mishra Nivas — Late Night
Adhrit tried to sleep, tossing and turning. His mind wouldn’t stop. Her words, her gaze, the audacity — it all churned inside him, refusing to settle.
He finally got up, walking to the balcony. The city lights twinkled below, but the view didn’t comfort him. Instead, it made the cafe moment feel surreal — like a storm, that had passed, but left sparks of fire still burning.
He ran a hand through his hair, muttering, "She… she isn’t normal. Nothing about her is normal. She is crazy. I shouldn't have argued with her like that. What if she did something wrong? God... But what I did at that moment was the righteous thing to do, and if I am not wrong at my place, then why to have regret. Just leave it."
And yet, a part of him, a cautious, wary part, couldn’t deny a strange kind of fear building inside him.
He sighed, shrugging all the negative thoughts away, and walked inside the room.
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Her Dangerous Obsession
Romance"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." ✯ -------------------- ✿ ✯ ✿ -------------------- ✯ "I hate you more than anything else!" he said coldly, his eyes burning wi...
