Obsessed Hearts: A Tale of Twisted Devotion

Collision of Fates

The trip to Jaipur had begun as planned. Khushi, Armaan, Fatima, and Madhav, and I had settled into our hotel. Our conversations tinged with both excitement and sorrow.

Jaipur was beautiful, but I couldn't shake off the sadness. The memories of Rohan were a constant presence, and the guilt gnawed at me.

One evening, unable to bear it any longer, I left the hotel, hoping a walk would clear my mind.

The streets were busy, but the noise was just a distant hum. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't see the car speeding towards me until it screeched to a halt inches away. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the car, my body frozen in fear.

A man stepped out, yelling at me. I couldn't move, couldn't speak. Just as he raised his hand to hit me, another man intervened, pushing him back with a force that left me trembling.

I was engrossed in my phone, scanning for any fresh news updates, when the car screeched to a halt suddenly almost jerking me to the front.
I looked up from my phone, irritation coursing through me. What had caused this sudden stop?

My driver looked with anxiousness at me, then furiously at the front, got out of the car and approached a girl. She was clearly distressed, her body trembling with fear.

"Watch where you're going!" my driver yelled, raising his hand as if to strike her.

Before he could make contact, I acted. With a strong push, I shoved him back, my eyes narrowing with anger. "Get back in the car," I ordered coldly. "Now."

The driver stumbled back, shocked. He quickly retreated under my withering gaze. I turned my attention to the girl, her tears glistening in the dim streetlights. I took pleasure in her tears, wanting to see her cry just for me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice softening.

She nodded, though her eyes were filled with fear. "Yes, I... I'm fine."

"Let me drive you back to your hotel," I offered, gently taking her arm and guiding her to the car.

She hesitated for a moment but then agreed, her vulnerability evident. As we drove, I glanced at her. "What's your name?"

"Priya," she said softly, her voice trembling.

"I'm Rajveer," I replied, a hint of a smile on my lips seeing her acting submissive for me. "I'm sorry about earlier. My driver was out of line."

"It's okay," she said, though it was clear she was still shaken.

"So where do you live," i asked hoping to get her address.

She replied back with a smile, "Um, I'm actually not a local. I've come here with a group of friends for our farwell trip. So we are staying in a hotel."

My smiled faltered in shock. Is she the same Priya, that Zayn is stalking? A shiver of excitement rippled through me. I felt the thrill and forced myself to not creep a smirk on my face and scare her off this early.

As we neared her hotel, I asked for her phone number, insisting it was necessary for a proper apology. She, too innocent and overwhelmed to argue, complied. I made sure she was safely inside before driving away.

Later that night, the image of my driver raising his hand to hit Priya replayed in my mind. The rage I felt was uncontrollable. She was mine to ruin.

I found the driver in his quarters, his eyes widening in fear as he saw me.

"Sahib, I-"

I didn't let him finish. The fury within me exploded. I beat him relentlessly, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. The driver's death was swift and merciless, a testament to my nature and my obsession with control. It appears our shared taste extends beyond mere states or cities.

I started laughing at this thought, tears reaching my cheeks from laughing too hard.

From the shadows, I watched Priya. Her sadness was palpable, and it enraged me to see her in such pain.

Priya had no idea I was here, keeping a watchful eye on her in my newly purchased porche, its color custom-tailored to match my baby girl's ebony hair, with those dark brown highlights that looked so ethereal on her.

When I saw a car speed towards her, my heart stopped. But before I could intervene, a figure stepped out. Was it Rajveer?

I observed the interaction, my anger simmering as Rajveer handled the situation. When he escorted Priya back to his car, I clenched my fists. He had no right to touch her. My blood boiled at the thought of anyone else laying a hand on her.

As they drove away, I followed at a distance. Rajveer was a dangerous man, but he was nothing compared to the fire that burned within me. Priya was mine, and soon she would understand that. When they reached the hotel, I watched as he made sure she was safely inside. For now, she was safe.

Later that night, I kept my distance but remained vigilant. Rajveer's unpredictable nature worried me. I saw him storm into his driver's quarters and heard the muffled sounds of violence. I knew Rajveer's reputation, and I knew what he was capable of.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I stepped further into the darkness and answered the call.

"Jamal," I said, my voice low and controlled, "it's time to take action. We can't wait any longer."

"Are you sure, Zayn? The risks-"

"I don't care about the risks!" I snapped, my voice rising with intensity. "Priya needs to be with me, where she belongs. Make the preparations. We move tonight."

There was a pause on the other end. Jamal knew better than to argue with me when I was like this. "Understood, boss. We'll be ready."

"Good," I said, my tone softening slightly. "Make sure everything goes smoothly. I don't want any mistakes."

"I'll personally oversee everything," Jamal assured me.

I hung up and looked back at the hotel. Priya's safety was my priority, and I would stop at nothing to ensure it. The stage was set, and the players were in position. The collision of fates was inevitable, and I would be ready when the time came.

As dawn approached, I remained hidden, my eyes fixed on the hotel where Priya slept.

Rajveer's obsession with control was dangerous, and his interest in Priya was unsettling. The battle for northern India was intensifying, and Priya was caught in the middle. I swore to myself that I would keep her safe, even if it meant confronting Rajveer head-on.

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