♡ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that...
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Two Weeks Later New Delhi
Aary's Pov
My eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light filtering through the large windows of my bedroom. Maa didn't have to leave those curtains open-she never listens. I yawned and winced slightly as a dull ache radiated from the gunshot wound to my left shoulder, -a nagging reminder of the gunshot wound that nearly cost me my life just two weeks ago.
Shifting my position gingerly, my mind betrayed me, playing back the scene that had turned my life upside down, just like everyday. The image of Roop-my Roop-being dragged away by that bastard Rishabh burned like fire in my chest. The terror in her eyes as she cried out my name, held on gun point by that basterd had been a knife to my heart. My jaw tightened as I recalled the aftermath - the agonizing guilt I had felt, knowing that my past mistakes had led to Roop's abduction. The weight of my regret had been a heavy burden, compounded by the realization that I might have lost her forever that day.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to drag that Rishabh back from hell and kill him all over again.
As I laid there, the memories of that day continued to play out in my mind. I remembered the moment when I was in my Precious's arms and had finally confessed my love for her. In that moment, all I could see was my end. I was sure I wasn't going to make it, since that basterd directly aimed for my heart. But being as useless fuck as he is, he missed that too.
But I didn't know it at that time. So I had to confess my love before death could gulp me whole. The words had tumbled out, raw and unguarded, as she held me and I touched her for one last time, praying that she would forgive me.
My heart clenched at the recollection of Roop's conflicted expression when she held me in her arms - a mixture of fear, rawness, hurt. It hurt to see her that way but do nothing and just watch as death consumed me.
A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I turned my head to see Maa, entering the room with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning, mera bachha." she said, her voice laced with concern as she placed the tray on the bedside table beside me, "How are you feeling today?"
She asked this everyday since we got back to India, and even in New York. I offered her a weak smile, "A little sore, but I'll manage, Maa." I pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing slightly at the movement.
Her brow furrowed as she gently adjusted the pillows behind me. "You need to take it easy, Aary. The doctor said you need to rest and let your body heal." She paused, her expression softening. "You know na we were all so worried about you, especially after we heard what happened with Roop."
My gaze dropped to my hands, guilt and shame etching my features again. "I should have done more to protect her, Maa. If only I had been more careful, none of this would have happened."
