Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 32 - A trap and A deadly Proposal

Author’s POV

£ Next Morning

All the guards were standing in a row with bowed heads, their eyes stuck to the ground, trembling like dry leaves in a storm before Pranay Mehrotra.

The air of the room was thick with dread. Silence pressed upon them like an invisible weight, broken only by the sound of their heartbeats, and the sound of their nervous breathing. They all knew, what awaited them, if their answer did not satisfy him.

Pranay’s eyes were icy and cold — sharp as blades, that could cut a man’s confidence in half with a single glance. That glare alone was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine, and that was exactly what was happening with those poor guards.

Each one of them feared this moment, but it had arrived.

"You all couldn’t find a single boy together???"

His voice was calm on the surface, but the chill in it carried a warning. The words fell like hammer strikes, heavy and merciless.

One of the guards, his throat dry, stepped forward. His voice cracked, despite trying to sound steady. "Sir, we tried our best. We searched him everywhere he could be, but maybe… maybe he had escaped already by that time. Maybe, he is in another city. Give us sometime, we will find him soon."

The words barely left his mouth when Pranay’s rage erupted. Without a thought, he grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it across the hall. It hit the marble floor, shattering into hundreds of glittering shards. The sound echoed like gunfire, making the guards flinch violently.

His eyes glowed red with fury now, his jaw tightening as if his teeth would break under the pressure.

"Dad, please be calm." Jeet quickly stepped forward, and placed a firm hand on Pranay’s shoulder, trying to stop the storm, before it grew out of control.

Pranay turned his burning gaze toward his son. "You want me to calm down?? That little boy deceived us! And now, my princess is sad because of him. He made a mockery of me, of us, and the best part — he is nowhere to be found. And you’re asking me to calm down??" His voice thundered, vibrating with indignation.

Jeet drew a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, as he forced himself not to react emotionally. "Dad, I’m not asking you to sit quietly and do nothing. But at least, think practically. He has already run away. Searching for him blindly like this, scattering our resources in every direction — it will lead nowhere. It's not like, we can't find him, but it will take time, and watching baby sister's madness for him, we don't have much time to waste."

Pranay’s nostrils flared. The silence, that followed was tense. His anger hadn’t vanished, but Jeet’s words forced him to pause and weigh his next move. Slowly, his chest eased, though his jaw remained clenched.

Finally, he asked in a low, but sharp tone, "Do you have a plan?"

Jeet smirked, a sly glint dancing in his eyes. He straightened himself, his voice low, yet brimming with confidence. "I do. And I know, it will definitely work."

The confidence in Jeet’s words stunned Pranay for a moment. His son was not just speaking with assurance — he was promising victory.

Slowly, an evil smirk tugged at the corners of Pranay’s lips, mirroring Jeet’s expression. Father and son exchanged a look that spoke volumes.

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On the other hand, at Mishra House, Namish’s condition had stabilized under medication. The family finally had a sliver of relief, but their hearts remained heavy.