Hey guys I'm changing this book name from "My Little Obsession" to "His Wife". I hope you understand that. I will remove the name My Little Obsession soon from the Title.
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In the opulent courts of Rajasthan, where tradition meets innovation, King...
I groaned internally at the sound of Neha's high-pitched voice.
"What are you doing in Arjun's cabin? And who the hell are you?" she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain.
Avni stiffened. Without a word, she quietly gathered her sketches. "I'll continue my work in my cabin," she murmured and left before I could stop her.
"Avni..." Her name barely escaped my lips.
Neha turned her fiery gaze toward me. "Arjun darling, who is she? And why was she in your cabin?"
"Stay in your limits, Neha," I said sharply.
Neha Thakur—a clingy model and brand ambassador for my company—had somehow convinced herself we were in a relationship. Let me be clear: we weren't. I couldn't stand her presence, let alone her constant attempts to get close. And now, she had the audacity to insult Avni?
"Neha, don't you dare. You're no one to me. Stop pretending we're something we're not. And don't ever speak to Avni like that again," I said coldly.
"Arjun! We are in a relationship, whether you admit it or not," she whined.
I raised an eyebrow. "No, Neha. We are not. Your contract is terminated, effective immediately. The accountant will clear your dues. Don't ever show me your face again."
Her mouth fell open in shock, but my glare made her retreat, stumbling as she left. I exhaled slowly and took a sip of water.
Turning to the security monitor, I saw Avni in her cabin, sketching with quiet focus. Thankfully, the soundproof glass had spared her from hearing the confrontation. I didn't want her to see that side of me.
I walked through the interconnecting door to her cabin without knocking.
She startled slightly but composed herself. "How can I help you, sir?" she asked, her tone professional and distant.
That word—sir—grated on me.
"It's lunchtime. You should take a break and eat," I said gently.
"You can take a break. I'm not hungry," she replied, returning to her work.
I frowned, watching her pencil glide across the paper. Her eyes—when they briefly met mine—held something. Hurt, maybe.
"Avni, you need to eat. And take your medicines," I said softly, stepping closer.
"Thank you, sir, but I'm not hungry. If you don't mind, can you please leave me alone?" Her voice was polite, but distant. It made my chest tighten.
I nodded and returned to my cabin.
Evening
At 6:30, I knocked on her door and stepped inside. Her desk was cluttered with sketches, pencils, fabric swatches. She was still working, lost in her world.
"Avni, relax. It's okay. These little messes happen when you're focused. Someone will clean it up. It's already late. Let's go."
"No need, sir. I'll clean it myself and leave by 8 p.m. It's still early," she replied, firm but polite.
"No, Avni. Almost everyone has left. I can't risk your safety. You're leaving now," I said, my voice soft but resolute.
She sighed and began tidying up, but I stepped in to help. She protested at first, but eventually let me assist.
Fifteen minutes later, her desk was clear. I escorted her to my private elevator. She looked puzzled.
"Why this elevator and not the regular one?" she asked.
"This is the private elevator—for the boss and important people," I explained.
"So I don't qualify. I'm neither the boss nor important," she murmured, eyes downcast.
Her words hit me hard.
"Who told you that? You are important, Avni. You just don't realize your worth yet."
She looked up, eyes glistening. "Am I?" she whispered.
"Yes. You are," I said, offering a small smile.
At the Restaurant
I took her to my favorite place, knowing she hadn't eaten all day. She stared at the menu, her expression pale when she saw the prices.
"One veg cheese sandwich, tomato soup (1 by 2), and a salad with carrots, beetroot, and cucumber," I ordered for her.
"I'm not hungry, sir," she said softly.
"Avni, you can't neglect your health like this," I said gently.
She eventually ate everything, though it took some coaxing. Watching her eat gave me a strange sense of peace.
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After we finished, I reached into my pocket and handed her something.
Her eyes widened in shock.
❓ Audience Questions:
1. What do you think Arjun gave Avni—and why now?
2. Why does Neha cling to the idea of a relationship with Arjun? Is it obsession or insecurity?
3. Why does Avni keep distancing herself from Arjun's care? Is it fear, pride, or something deeper?
4. Was this dinner a gesture of concern, or something more intimate?
5. Do you think Avni is beginning to see her worth—or is she still hiding behind her pain?
