HIS OBSESSION

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

ANSHIKA POV

"You are my soul sister . I love you just like my family. Now ,Come on, let's hurry! The inauguration is about to start on stage, and we'll watch it from our seats."

Nidhi ' s eyes sparkled with excitement as she urged , ''Yes, let's hurry! I've heard that our chairman is a total hunk, but he's always hiding behind a mask.''

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her voice trembled with anticipation. ''Maybe he's got a face issue or maybe he's just not that good-looking, Quick, let's hurry! Perhaps today will be the day when the chairman finally unmasks himself and reveals his true identity to us"
She added, her lips curling up into a playful grin. And then, she couldn't contain herself anymore and erupted into a fit of giggles.

Learning that the chairman was a man shrouded in mystery, wearing a mask, my interest was instantly sparked and I felt an overwhelming urge to uncover the truth.

"Ok , let's go and see the mask man . "

AUTHOR POV

The moment Anshu was out of sight, Parth's face lit up with a cryptic spark, and he whispered to himself,

''Today, I'll unleash a fire within your  lover that will scorch him so severely that he'll torment you with unbearable pain, driving you to abandon him and surrender to me,  Princess. He won't be able to save you from my clutches. I'll always keep you captive in my prison.
Each time I subject you to my wrath, he will be consumed by anguish, his tears turning to blood, as he helplessly witnesses your suffering.Witnessing his agony will be the final act of vengeance, the culmination of my revenge, and it will bring me the satisfaction I've been craving."

And with that, he erupted into a diabolical laughter, reveling in the sinister plan he had devised.

ANSHIKA POV

The auditorium was abuzz with excitement as we gathered to witness the inauguration. The air was thick with anticipation, as esteemed guests and the chairman himself eagerly awaited the commencement of the festival.

With a grand flourish, the chairman made a majestic entrance, accompanied by the esteemed guests, marking the official commencement of the ceremony.
T

hen I looked at the chairman carefully and felt like I had seen him somewhere before. But I couldn't remember.

His black eyes seemed to bore into the soul, shrouded in an aura of mystery, and his face was concealed behind a mask. His chiseled physique was uncannily reminiscent of Vedant's. As he took the stage, our gazes locked, and I felt an inexplicable sense of connection, a fleeting moment of recognition. I quickly averted my eyes. Meanwhile, Nidhi's face fell as she gazed at him, her voice laced with disappointment, ''Ugh, he's donning that mask again today. If only I could catch a glimpse of
that devastatingly handsome face , just once...."

The chairman inaugurated the program and then went and sat down in his seat.

The rhythm of rivalry began, as our dance competition took center stage.

The energy was palpable as each performer gave their best, and then the spotlight shone bright on me and Parth, our cue to unleash our dance magic!

As we took our positions under the spotlight, the chairman's gaze turned cold and menacing, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

With a deep breath, we dove into our dance, pouring our hearts and souls into every step and gesture.

During our performance, I sensed a subtle yet unsettling shift in Parth's behavior - his hands seemed to be brushing against mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle with discomfort.