𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 47: The Confession

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"We're in New York, baby. Your new home."

Rishabh's voice echoed through the hall, sending shivers down Roop's spine. Her head snapped towards the entrance of the hall. Rishabh stood there, hands in pockets, looking at her with a smirk. Roop's eyes widened at his words.

Rishabh's smirk widened as he slowly strode towards her. In an instinct, Roop hugged her knees to her chest, sliding back on the couch.

Ignoring her discomfort, he took a seat beside her, but Roop moved to maintain the distance between them.

Rishabh reached out towards her, his hand hovering in the space between them, "Do you like your new home?"

Roop moved her hand away from his touch as if his very touch burned her flesh, still looking down, her breathing uneven, "This is not my home, this will never be my home." she declared, her voice trembling with anger and fear.

Rishabh smiled, "It will be, you just need some time." his words dripping with a sickening sweetness that made Roop's skin crawl.

Roop finally looked up, her eyes flashing with defiance. Rishabh was already looking at her. "The only thing I need, is to get far away from you." she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

A dark chuckle rumbled up from his chest before he abruptly seized her wrist in a crushing grip, "And that's never gonna happen, Twinkle."

Roop clenched her teeth, trying to get away from his hold, "It will. My Aary will find me-"

But her words made Rishabh tighten his hold on her wrist as if to remind her of his power, making her wince, "If he could, he would've done that by now." he taunted, his voice low and menacing.

Roop hissed sharply at the biting ache, but refused to show any outward sign of her suffering. Her gaze snapped at him, hard and scary, "I know he will. Just brace yourself for a horrible death, Rishabh Sharma."

With one harsh tug, Rishabh pulled her towards himself, making her body jerk towards him. Her face neared his, as he whispered, "Oh baby-"

"Sir."
Before he could say further, a voice came from the door.

Roop jerked her hand and herself away from Rishabh as she saw the chance. Rishabh sighed frustratingly, looking at the source behind the voice, "What the fuck is it now?"
He growled.

A guard stood near the staircase, his head hanging low, shivering in fear, "A call from Italy, Sir."

Rishabh closed his eyes for a moment before looking back at Roop. As he stood up, he gently ruffled her hair, but she was quick to shove his hand away, "I'll be right back, baby. Till then eat something, hmm?"
He said and left towards the stairs, after giving her a small smile.