Book #1 of psychopath series
She's soft for the one who deserves but for 𝖍𝖎𝖒 she's just his little psychotic wifey!
"you killed him? Seriously?"
"Yes darling, so what?"
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"I swear you'...
It’s 3 a.m., and he still hasn’t come home. I have no idea where he went after that incident. I tried calling him, but his phone was switched off. Maa said he’s at the office and told me not to worry, but how can I? Seeing him like that—it’s all because of me.
Today, I saw a side of Mr. Oberoi I’ve never seen before. He’s always so calm, composed, and kind to me, but today…
I need to talk to him. I don’t want him to be angry because of me.
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I’m in the penthouse right now. I haven’t contacted her—not because I don’t want to talk to her. I do want her here with me, but I don’t trust myself when I’m angry. I can’t stand to see her eyes dull and teary. And today, that’s exactly what I saw.
Her eyes—God, they’re the most fascinating thing in the world. She’s always had that look—like she sees things far beyond the ordinary, thoughts wandering off the edge of the world. But today was the opposite. Her eyes showed me helplessness, how badly she wanted to cry when they taunted her. I expected her to speak up, to defend herself, but she stayed silent—and that silence just fueled my anger.
I never wanted her to be scared, but without thinking, I smashed the vase right in front of her. I can’t forgive myself for that childish outburst.
These thoughts kept gnawing at me, and before I knew it, I broke another vase nearby.
“What the fuck, Ani, are you dumb?” Sid stood up, eyes blazing. Just by looking at him, I knew I had really screwed up.
“For fuck’s sake, Ani, that’s the 20th vase and the 4th phone you’ve broken in the last 20 minutes! And that one you just smashed—Sid bought that.”
“I’ll buy you more than 20 vases, Mr. Siddharth Yaduvanshi,” I said, trying to sound casual.
And then—WHAM! A hard punch landed square on my face. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
“Don’t you dare show off your money here. I don’t give a damn if you break 20 or 100 vases—I could buy the whole vase company—but this one...”
He stopped mid-sentence. My urge to kill Sid right now is unreal. He actually punched me? Anirudh Singh Oberoi?
“Arey, this was a gift from our to-be bhabhi,” Viv smirked at Sid, who suddenly looked like he was about to burst into flames. Is he blushing? Ugh, idiot.
Siddharth Yaduvanshi is so whipped for his love life, he can switch from ‘Siddharth Yaduvanshi’ to ‘Puppy Yaduvanshi’ in seconds. They honestly cringe me out sometimes.
"Shut up viv and you ani I want this vase as it was before. you'll not buy any other vase same as this one, I want you to fix this one"
With that, he started picking up the broken pieces—such a whipped, lovesick puppy.
“Whatever, ignore all this, Ani. Talk to Nandini, at least sort things out between you two. Breaking stuff won’t help. By the way, if you want, I can make Mr. Shah and Mr. Sukheja’s family vanish.”
Classic Rudransh and his mafia flair. Can my friends ever just behave normally?
“It’s okay, I—” I couldn’t finish my sentence before Viv came running over and turned on the TV.
We all exchanged stunned glances. How was this even possible? The news channels and social media were flooded with breaking reports about Mrs. Sukheja and her husband’s P.A. Apparently, she had an extramarital affair with the P.A., and someone leaked the entire footage. This scandal had broken out 4-5 hours ago—and I was only hearing about it now.
"As if you had time for anything other than smashing vases and cursing," my subconscious mocked.
“What is this, Anirudh?” Sid asked, looking at me confused.
“I don’t even know what this is,” I replied.
We were all completely shocked by the footage playing on the screen. It showed a private bar-side area, strictly restricted to whoever booked it—so much so that even the bar authority didn’t usually share the footage with anyone.
Rudra texted someone quickly. I gestured for him to explain what he was doing.
“I just told my P.A. to send a notice to your office. If Mr. Sukheja is still working there, we’re going to withdraw our contract,” he said coolly.
“That’s a smart move,” viv said. Rudra ignored him and turned his attention back to the TV.
“See, Ani, even the Sukheja situation is settling now. So, sort things out with Nandini.”
I nodded, grabbed my blazer, and stood up, ready to head home.
“Did you find anything about who’s behind Parth and his father’s accident?” Sid asked.
“No, my team’s still on it. They’ve vanished like ghosts—no trace,” I replied.
Rudra and Sid exchanged knowing looks. Then Rudra added, “But whoever did this... they’re a fucking genius.”
“Yeah, it could be just one person—or maybe two or three. If we connect the dots...” Sid trailed off.
Both Sid and Rudra are sensible; without evidence, they won’t jump to conclusions. But who’s really behind all this?
I need to get home. I’ll think about everything later. For now, I just hope Nandini’s okay.
I left the penthouse and got into my car. Thirty minutes later, I reached the mansion. From the backseat, I grabbed the blue Juliet rose bouquet I’d specially ordered for her. I just hope she’ll forgive me.
Handing the car keys to the watchman, I stepped inside. The whole place was pitch black—everyone must be asleep; it was already 3:25 a.m. I headed straight to my room, and to my surprise, the door was unlocked and the lights were on.
I stepped inside… and there she was, sleeping on the couch. Damn it, Ani, you really messed up.
Carefully, I put the bouquet and my blazer aside, rolled up my sleeves, then slid one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. I lifted her gently, not wanting to wake her. It was too late now—I’d apologize in the morning.
I laid her down softly on the bed and pulled the duvet over her.
Smiling at her peaceful face, I went to freshen up.
