This book follows the dark, obsessive love story between Vishakha, an innocent Indian girl, and Kim Taehyung, a ruthless mafia lord. Vishakha's parents work under Taehyung, but her life takes a terrifying turn when Taehyung becomes fixated on her. K...
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Vishakha’s first full day in Taehyung’s mansion was a whirlwind of confusion and resistance. She had tried to adapt to her new surroundings, but her fear and anger were persistent, making each moment feel like an endless battle. The mansion, with its opulent decor and luxurious amenities, felt more like a gilded cage than a refuge.
She had spent the morning pacing the confines of her room, the elegant furnishings a stark contrast to the turmoil inside her. The staff, while polite and attentive, were a constant reminder of her captivity. They brought her meals and answered her questions with practiced indifference, their eyes avoiding hers as if they were trained not to see her distress.
It was mid-afternoon when Taehyung finally decided to visit her. The door to her room opened with its usual soft creak, and he stepped in, his presence as commanding as ever. Vishakha looked up from the window where she had been staring into the distance, trying to distract herself from the reality of her situation.
“Vishakha,” Taehyung said, his voice smooth and authoritative. “How are you adjusting?”
Vishakha’s eyes flashed with anger as she turned to face him. “Adjusting? You’ve kidnapped me and locked me in this prison! How do you think I’m adjusting?”
Taehyung’s expression remained calm, though his eyes held a flicker of amusement. “This isn’t a prison, Vishakha. This is your new home. I understand that it’s a lot to take in, but I promise you that you’ll come to appreciate it.”
“Appreciate it?” Vishakha’s voice rose with frustration. “You’ve taken me away from everything I know. You have no right to do this!”
Taehyung stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “I have every right. I’ve made my intentions clear, and I’m merely following through on them. You’re here because I want you here, and that’s not going to change.”
“Why?” Vishakha demanded, her voice cracking. “Why do you want me? What could you possibly gain from this?”
Taehyung’s gaze softened slightly, though his eyes remained intense. “It’s not about what I gain. It’s about what I want. And what I want is you.”
Vishakha shook her head, her anger mingling with desperation. “I’ll never be what you want. I’ll never accept this.”
Taehyung’s expression hardened, his patience wearing thin. “You don’t have to accept it right now. What’s important is that you understand this is your reality. You’ll have to adjust, whether you like it or not.”
Vishakha’s frustration boiled over. “I refuse to accept this! I refuse to be your prisoner.”
Taehyung’s gaze was unyielding as he approached her. “You can resist all you want, but it won’t change anything. You’re here, and you’re mine. That’s a fact.”
He reached out, gently but firmly taking her hand. Vishakha flinched at his touch, but Taehyung’s grip was surprisingly gentle. “I’m not here to hurt you, Vishakha. I want you to be comfortable, but you need to come to terms with your situation.”
Vishakha pulled her hand away, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Comfortable? How can I be comfortable when I’m a prisoner in your home?”
Taehyung’s expression was unreadable as he studied her. “You’ll find that I’m not a cruel man. I care for you in my own way, and I’ll make sure that you have everything you need.”
“I don’t want anything from you!” Vishakha snapped. “I want to go home.”
Taehyung’s gaze grew colder. “You’re not going home, Vishakha. Not until I say so. You need to accept that.”
With that, Taehyung turned and walked towards the door. “For now, you should try to relax. We’ll talk more later.”
As the door closed behind him, Vishakha slumped onto the bed, her anger giving way to a wave of exhaustion. She felt trapped in a nightmare, her defiance only making her feel more isolated. The room, with its luxurious furnishings, seemed to mock her with its indifference to her plight.
Hours passed, and the mansion’s silence was punctuated only by the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional creak of the floorboards. Vishakha’s mind raced with thoughts of escape, but she knew that her options were limited. Taehyung’s guards were always present, their vigilance a constant reminder of her captivity.
As evening approached, Vishakha found herself wandering around the room, her frustration mounting. She tried to focus on the things she had been given books, art supplies, and a small library of movies.. but they provided little comfort.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening once more. Taehyung entered, this time carrying a tray of food. His demeanor was more relaxed, though his eyes still held a hint of that unnerving intensity.
“I thought you might be hungry,” he said, setting the tray down on the table. “Please, eat.”
Vishakha looked at the food, her stomach growling despite her anger. She knew she needed to eat, but the thought of accepting anything from him made her uneasy.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What do you want from me?”
Taehyung’s gaze was unwavering as he met her eyes. “I want you to understand that this is for the best. You’ll see in time.”
“I’ll never see it that way,” Vishakha replied, her voice filled with determination. “I’ll never accept what you’ve done.”
Taehyung’s expression remained calm, though his eyes were resolute. “We’ll see. For now, just focus on taking care of yourself. That’s all I ask.”
With that, Taehyung turned and left the room, the door closing softly behind him. Vishakha was left alone once more, her frustration and fear a constant presence in her mind.
As she sat at the table, staring at the food, Vishakha’s thoughts turned to her family and friends. She wondered how they were coping with her absence and if they were searching for her. The thought of them suffering because of Taehyung’s actions only fueled her resolve to escape.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to eat, knowing that she needed to keep her strength up. The food was rich and flavorful, a stark contrast to the cold reality of her situation.
As the evening wore on, Vishakha’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt trapped, her resistance only making her feel more isolated. But deep down, she was determined to find a way out of her predicament, no matter what it took.
In the shadows of Taehyung’s mansion, Vishakha’s struggle continued. Her fear and anger were palpable, but so was her resolve. She knew that her fight for freedom had only just begun, and she was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
