"The Passion of Veer Singh"

chapter 13: Obsessed Flames

Veer stood in his opulent study, staring out the window as the city lights twinkled below. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Aisha—the way she had defied him yet again, the fire in her eyes as she resisted his control. It only fueled his obsession.

He turned abruptly as his phone buzzed on the desk. A video call from his men at Aisha's house. He answered, his expression hardening into a cold mask.

"What is it?" Veer demanded.

The screen showed Aisha's parents, visibly shaken but unharmed. They were seated at their dining table, surrounded by Veer's men.

"We have them under control," one of the men reported. "What are your orders?"

Veer's eyes flickered with a dangerous intensity. "Make sure they understand the consequences if Aisha tries anything foolish. Keep them isolated until further notice."

The men nodded and signed off, leaving Veer alone with his thoughts. He couldn't afford any distractions now—not when he was so close to making Aisha his completely.

Meanwhile, in her gilded confinement, Aisha sat on the edge of the plush bed, her mind racing with fear and determination. She had signed the contract to protect her family, but her spirit remained unbroken. She refused to give in to Veer's demands.

As the hours passed, Aisha heard footsteps outside her door. Veer entered, his presence filling the room with a suffocating intensity. He approached her slowly, his eyes locked on hers with a mixture of desire and possessiveness.

"Aisha," Veer said softly, his voice a dangerous whisper. "You belong to me now. There is no escape."

Aisha met his gaze with defiance, her jaw set stubbornly. "I will never belong to you, Veer. No matter what you do."

Veer's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, but you will," he insisted, reaching out to touch her cheek. Aisha recoiled, but he caught her chin firmly, forcing her to look at him.

"You signed the contract," Veer reminded her, his tone laced with triumph. "You made your choice."

Aisha's heart pounded with fury. She hated herself for giving in, for putting her family at risk. But she knew she had to play along—for now.

Veer leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. "You will learn to love me, Aisha. It's only a matter of time."

Aisha's eyes blazed with defiance. "Never."

Veer's grip tightened, his eyes darkening with anger. "You will obey me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Or your defiance will cost you dearly."

Aisha felt a surge of fear, but she refused to let it show. She knew she had to find a way out, to break free from Veer's suffocating control.

The tension between Aisha and Veer grew thick as they stared each other down. Veer's grip on Aisha's chin was firm but gentle, a stark contrast to the dominant aura he exuded. Aisha felt herself swaying under his gaze, unable to break free from his intense gaze.

Their eyes locked for what felt like an eternity, Aisha's defiance slowly melting away. Veer's lips parted slightly, and Aisha could feel his breath on her lips. She tried to look away, but something in Veer's eyes captivated her, drawing her in.

Without warning, Veer leaned in, their lips meeting in a searing kiss. Aisha's body thrilled at the sensation, her resolve crumbling as her mind reeled from the passion of the moment. Veer's hand slid down her cheek, tracing her jawline, before moving to the nape of her neck

As their lips continued to intertwine, Aisha could barely breathe, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt her body responding to Veer's touch, a warmth spreading through her, starting from her toes and climbing up to her core. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged her curves, its fabric clinging to her skin, while Veer's touch felt like an electric current against her cool skin.