His Darkest Obsession

Family

Six months ago

"Mumma!" cried the child as he ran into his mother's open arms, wrapping his tiny arms around her neck as she hugged him.
"I missed you so much".

"I missed you too, Yuvi" Siya coos, ruffling her son's hair.

Yuvan let go of her and looked into her eyes with tears.
"I don't want to come back" he says, making Siya's eyes widen in surprise.

"Huh? But why, baby? You have to come to school" she says.
But the child shakes his head quickly.

"What happened, Yuv?" Siya asks as she picks him up and starts walking towards her car. "Did someone say something to you?" Siya asks, already dreading the answer. She swears to God, if any bastard said anything to have made her son cry, she will hunt them down personally and-

Yuvan nods shyly.
"One of my classmates did" he admits.

"What did they say?"

"He-" Yuvan hesitates, knowing this could hurt his mother.
However, Siya urges him to go on.

Yuvan gulped. "He was showing off the new watch his father got for him. When I asked him to let me have a look as well, he said that I can't. Because I don't have a dad" Yuvi finished painfully, fresh tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.

Siya stopped walking to take a deep breath.

"Oh Yuvi" she says, stroking his hair. "You should not let what other people say get to your head".

"I didn't" he tells her. "I punched him for saying that".

Siya laughs, unable to control herself. She ruffles his fluffy hair, feeling proud.

"That's my boy" she muses.

Yuvi nods, clinging onto his mom. Siya thinks for a moment about how to lighten up the mood.

"How about we have some ice cream before going home?" she suggested casually, one hand on the steering wheel while other remained on the gear.

The change in Yuvan's demeanour was instantaneous. Gone was the crying, sulking child to be replaced by a boy grinning like a monkey at the prospect of the sweet treat.

Siya smiled, and knowing that her son was finally feeling better, she drove towards the ice cream parlour.

"I'll never let you feel bad for not having a father...I won't let you suffer because of my mistake" Siya whispered to herself as she watched her four year old son happily licking his ice-cream away.

Her eyes trailed to a family of three, sitting on the booth next to them.

The three of them looked so happy together, laughing and enjoying their ice creams. The little girl who looked to be around Yuvan's age had a bit of ice cream on her nose. Her father, laughing, amused at his daughter's clumsiness, gently rubbed it clean with a tissue as the mother kissed her head. The man looked at his wife and kissed her forehead.

Siya caught herself staring at them. She quickly averted her gaze to her son who was quite oblivious to the happy family which he was deprived of as he hungrily devoured his ice cream.

Family. The word felt foreign to her lips, as she put her hand under her chin and stared out of the window, watching the rain pattering down the glass windows as the people out on the streets moved quickly, those without umbrellas in hurry to find a shelter.

She wondered, as she looked outside, what it would feel like to have a family. Someone she can rely on. Someone she can share her worries with. Someone she can come home to.

She had been quite unlucky in the 'family' category, being deprived of one since childhood, ever since her birth mother ran off with some man and her poor father, heartbroken, got married to the biggest bitch of the freaking millennium. She still remembers the day her step mother arrived with her five year old daughter, Siya's new little sister. The woman had wrapped her father around her finger's in a matter of months, gaining his affection for both herself and her daughter while meticulously distancing him from his biological daughter. She coaxed him to make her daughter, Mahira, to be his heir, snatching Siya's birth right away from her. Siya became a stranger in her own house.

It didn't just end there either. Mahira had a habit of getting whatever she wanted through any means. She had made Siya's school life quite impossible by spreading a variety of fake rumours about her. Of course, she had a talent for making people believe her.

However, Siya didn't let all that affect her. No, being the bright student that she was (quite unlike her step sister), she studied hard and became a doctor, much to her father's delight and her step mother and sister's jealousy.

She had a high degree and an amazing fiancée, life was good.

That is, until she found her wonderful, caring, understanding fiancee in their bed with Mahira, both of them naked and looking quite disheveled.

It didn't take a genius to understand what had happened.

Just when she thought she could start a new life, a family, with the only person she loved, everything was snatched away from her, by the same person who took them away from her years ago.

She felt a tuck on her leg, and coming out of her trance, looked at her son looking up at her.

At her questioning gaze, Yuvan raised his little hands up to her lips, holding his ice cream. Siya smiled and took a bite, her heart clenching painfully.

No, at least she had one person in her life nobody can take away from her. She simply won't let that happen. She had her family with her. She didn't need anyone else.

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Far away, somewhere in the midst of the busy, chaotic city of Rome, a man dressed in business attire, casually lounged in his chair, inside his multi-million dollar worth penthouse. His eyes were closed, forearms crossed behind his head with his legs perched on the wooden table in front of him as he listened to the gentle hum of the rain outside.

A sudden knock at his door broke the tranquility of the room, as he, opening his eyes, observed the door swinging open and a man, dressed in black attire who wore sunglasses, entered the room with a file tucked neatly under his arms.

He bowed to the man sitting on the chair.

"So? you got it?" he asked. The man wearing sunglasses nodded and keeping the file on the table, swept out of the room, closing the door behind him. The boss brought his feet down and leaned in, eagerly opening the file and going through it. He grinned as he took in the information.

"So this is where you've been, mademoiselle" his voice comes out smooth, as silky as velvet. From inside the file, he grabbed a picture of a girl dressed in a white salwar kameez, her hair bellowing in the wind as she sipped coffee. She was staring into a distance, unaware of being snapped.

He grinned, his long, thin fingers tracing the picture.

"You have been so close to me, yet so far, all this time" he whispers, his grey eyes boring into the picture with an intense hunger. "The wait is almost over, my heart. Just you wait, I will make you mine".

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