Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 20 - The Knocking Troubles

Author’s POV

£ Mehrotra Mansion

While on one hand, Adhrit was dying out of worry for his family, on the other hand, Anaisha had a sinister smile plastered on her face all the time.

She knew one thing very clearly — Adhrit could not tolerate his family being in tension. For him, family was his biggest weakness, and if the problem arose because of him, he would not be able to control himself for long. Sooner or later, he would break down, and come running to her.

She sat on her bed, her room dark, except for the faint light of the lamp on the side table. In her hands, she clutched a framed photograph of Adhrit, caressing it with her fingers, as if she were stroking his skin.

Her voice was soft, low, and carried a psychotic edge.

"See… how much I am doing for you... my love...", she whispered, her eyes gleaming unnaturally with obsession and madness. "And still, you are testing my patience. Come soon, Adhrit… otherwise, even I don’t know, what I might do."

The smile stretching across her lips was not of love right now, but of pure madness — a chilling smile, that revealed the darkness of her heart.

From the doorway, Jeet watched his sister with a mixture of helplessness and concern. He had never seen Anaisha like this before.

Every day, she seemed to slip further away from reality, consumed by her obsession for a mere boy. Her entire existence now revolved around Adhrit, and Jeet could feel her losing herself in that madness.

He let out a long sigh, his eyes shifting toward Pranay, who stood silently beside him, his arms crossed, his brows furrowed in distress.

Jeet’s voice was sharp with frustration, as he muttered, "I don’t know, why the hell she is stressing herself this much. I could have gone, and dragged that boy here for her… I could have done it in just some minutes. But she stopped me. She keeps saying, she will do whatever she wants, and Adhrit will come to her on his own."

Pranay took a deep breath, his lips parting in disbelief, as he turned away. "Even I don’t understand this madness about ‘he will come by himself.’ If she just wants to marry him, it could be done in a hundred easier ways. We could threaten him, corner him, I could even hold him at gunpoint, and make him agree. But no — she refuses all that. She wants him to come willingly, to ask her to marry him by himself. What can we even do in such a situation?"

Both, father and son duo stood in silence, watching their princess sink deeper into her madness for a boy, both powerless against the force of her obsession.

£ Next Morning

£ Mishra Nivas

In the Mishra household, no one had really slept well. The night had stretched endlessly, heavy with tension, and though morning sunlight crept through the curtains, the house remained weighed down with unease.

At the breakfast table, plates lay untouched. The clinking of cutlery was absent, the usual chatter missing. For the first time in years, the house carried a pin-drop silence. Each member tried to act normal, plastering half-hearted smiles, but everyone’s eyes betrayed the storm inside.

Adhrit sat quietly, his face pale, his gaze fixed on the table. His family thought, they were shielding him by pretending to be calm, but he understood everything. He could see through their masks, and that knowledge only intensified the heaviness pressing on his chest.

Finally, breaking the silence, Namish cleared his throat. "I and Arjun are going out to find jobs today. Maybe, luck will favour us, and we’ll get something."