Royal's prized possession

Murder💫

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ARYAMAN'S POV

She is so cute. So enchanting. So delicate. So celestial. So angelic. So mine, only mine.

For me, she is my world, my life, my peace, my comfort, my bliss, my heart and the only thing I want in my life.

She is becoming my obsession, dangerous one. My lethal addiction for her keeps increasing every single second.

Now I am so much into her that I can cross any and every boundary for her, to get her. Even it means going against her will.

She is my possession. She will be with me sooner or later. She has to be with me by hook or crook, she has no choice.

Doesn't matter whether she becomes mine willingly or unwillingly. I can do anything to make her mine, I will make her mine at any cost.

But a part of me doesn't want to do the things she will not like. My heart doesn't want to force her into anything.

It wants her to be mine willingly. It wants her to love me, like me, carve for me, feel for me and get addicted to me.

And somewhere I know, all of my heart's wishes will come true soon.

I have seen some different kinds of emotions in her eyes today. The one which was not present in any of our previous meetings. It holded something I desire to see, not exactly what I need but something related to it or to begin with.

Her eyes were filled with something maybe we can name as affection.

She is the one who ignited this fire of love and obsession within me and she will be the only one who will replicate this fire with way more intensity than me to me.

“Aryaman.” My chain of thoughts got broken by my father who is closing the door after entering my home office aka study.

“Baba, aap yaha, abhi? You should have called me if there was any work. And by the way, why are you awake till now? It's already one. You should have slept on time.” I said, getting up from my chair. I walked towards the couch placed here, where he sat sighing. I reached and sat beside him.

He raised his eyebrows while listening to me and questioned “Now you will tell me what to do,  huh?” “No baba, of course not, I was just-.” “Shut up.” As I started answering him, he cut me off in an annoyed tone.

“I am here to talk about something important with you.” He said in a serious tone. I nodded and said “Ha boliye na.”

“Malhotra's youngest son is dead.” He announced, shocking me. “What.” I whispered looking at him in shock.

“Yes, he was found dead 10 days ago in a private suite at the Zuki club.” He said, staring at me. "Zuki club". I whispered, trying to remember something related to it as this name sounded familiar.