Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 21 - A Shocking Decision

Author’s POV

Adhrit was sure about, what he had to do at that very moment. His mind, though storming with countless emotions, had somehow settled on one decision, and he was determined to act upon it.

Without saying a word, without sparing even a glance back at his family members, who were still calling after him, he simply walked out of the house.

Kriya’s anxious voice echoed from behind, filled with desperation and fear. She kept shouting his name, asking him, where he was going, begging him not to step out in that kind of condition. But Adhrit didn’t stop. He didn’t answer. His silence was louder than any words he could have spoken.

Once outside, he found himself wandering aimlessly along the road, that was bathed with sunlight.

His steps, for now, carried no direction, no sense of destination, yet each footfall felt heavy, almost burdened with the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

His face bore no expression, it was like a mask of numbness had sealed every emotion deep within. No passerby, no stranger glancing his way, could ever guess what turmoil raged inside his chest.

His eyes, vacant and void, stared ahead, but his soul seemed far away — lost, crushed, and bleeding invisibly.

£ Mehrotra Mansion

The grand hall of the Mehrotra mansion glowed with golden chandeliers, though the atmosphere was anything but warm.

Jeet and Pranay sat on the lavish couches, their laughter echoing through the marble walls, dark and devilish. Their expressions mirrored pure cruelty, delighting in someone else’s ruin.

And then, at the center of it all, sat Anaisha. Dressed in an elegant dress, that screamed authority and obsession alike, she wore a sinister smile upon her lips.

Her posture was relaxed, but her eyes gleamed with madness, power, and an unsettling calm. She wasn’t laughing like the men beside her, she didn’t need to. Her silent smile itself screamed victory.

They had succeeded. Their plan had worked flawlessly — Arjun was framed in a fabricated case, and officials had already been sent to initiate the auction of Adhrit’s family house, all under the guise of money recovery.

Jeet leaned back, his lips curling with mockery. "So tell me...", he said with a devilish grin, "what will that poor soul do now? He’s so helpless, that he has no choice left, but to watch his family drown in misery."

Pranay, equally venomous, smirked. "Oh, there’s always another option. He could crawl here, beg at our feet. Who knows — maybe our princess will forgive him. Maybe then, his mistakes will be ignored."

Anaisha stayed quiet, her sinister smile widening. Her eyes, however, remained locked on the heavy wooden main door, as though, she was waiting for something — or rather, someone. She already knew.

Time passed, and then faint noises began to rise from outside. At first, muffled voices, then footsteps, and then the distinct sound of commotion.  

The noise grew louder, echoing against the mansion’s walls. Both Jeet and Pranay frowned, clearly irritated by the disturbance. Confusion swept across the room, as the family members gathered, whispering among themselves.

But Anaisha’s smile only grew sharper. Her heart rate picked up — not in fear, but in anticipation. She lifted one slender hand and, with a mere flick of her finger, gestured for a servant to step forward.

"Go...", she ordered arrogantly, her tone laced with dominance. "Tell the guards to let him in. Tell them, that I have called him."

The servant bowed instantly, and hurried outside. The rest of the family members exchanged puzzled glances, all equally bewildered.