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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Taehyung's mansion was a labyrinth of opulence and secrecy, but behind its polished facade lay a world of shadows. As the days continued to blend together, Vishakha's growing curiosity about her captor's true nature became intertwined with the chilling stories whispered by the mansion's walls.
One evening, as Vishakha sat alone in her room, she heard the soft hum of the mansion’s intercom system. The voice that followed was unfamiliar but courteous. “Miss Vishakha, Mr. Taehyung has requested your presence in the study. Please follow the attendant.”
The note of authority in the voice was impossible to ignore. Vishakha rose from her seat and followed the attendant down a series of dimly lit corridors. They finally arrived at a large, mahogany door. The attendant knocked softly before opening it, revealing an opulent study lined with bookshelves and adorned with rich, dark furniture.
Taehyung was seated behind a large desk, engrossed in a stack of documents. He looked up as Vishakha entered, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
“Vishakha,” Taehyung said, motioning for her to sit in the chair opposite him. “Please, have a seat.”
Vishakha hesitated before sitting down, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Taehyung’s gaze was intense, his expression unreadable as he observed her.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Taehyung began, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “But first, I’d like to show you something.”
He rose from his desk and walked over to a cabinet, retrieving a small box. He placed it on the desk and opened it, revealing a collection of old photographs and letters. Vishakha’s eyes widened as she saw the faded images and delicate scripts.
“These are from my past,” Taehyung said, his voice carrying a tinge of nostalgia. “I believe you should understand where I come from to fully grasp why things are the way they are.”
He picked up a photograph of a young woman, her features strikingly similar to Taehyung’s. There was a softness in her eyes that contrasted sharply with the coldness of the man beside her. “This is my mother,” Taehyung said, his voice tinged with bitterness. “She was a beautiful and kind woman, but her life was marred by cruelty.”
He placed the photograph back and picked up a letter, its edges yellowed with age. “This letter is from my father. He was a powerful man, but his power came at a great cost. He was ruthless, and his actions created a legacy of pain and fear.”
Vishakha’s curiosity was piqued, though she remained silent. She had never seen this side of Taehyung—his vulnerability, his past.
Taehyung continued, his voice carrying the weight of his memories. “When I was young, my father’s cruelty was directed not just at his enemies, but at those closest to him. My mother endured unimaginable suffering, and I witnessed it firsthand. Her pain shaped me, and I grew up with a deep-seated mistrust of women.”
He paused, his gaze distant as he recalled the past. “My father’s influence was suffocating. He instilled in me a belief that power was the only thing that mattered. His disdain for weakness, especially in women, became ingrained in me.”
Vishakha’s heart ached as she listened to Taehyung’s story. His pain was palpable, and she could see the shadows of his past etched into his demeanor. “I can’t imagine what you went through,” she said softly. “But it doesn’t justify what you’ve done.”
Taehyung’s eyes met hers, a flicker of regret crossing his face. “I’m aware of that. My actions are a product of my upbringing, but that doesn’t excuse them. I’ve become a man consumed by power and control, and it’s cost me everything I once held dear.”
He picked up another photograph, this one of a young Taehyung standing beside his mother. There was a look of determination in his eyes, but also a hint of sadness. “My mother’s death was a turning point. She was taken from me when I was still a child, and it left a void that I’ve never been able to fill.”
Taehyung’s voice grew softer, almost reflective. “I grew up to become the man I am today, hardened by my experiences. I sought control and dominance to compensate for the helplessness I felt as a child. Women became symbols of weakness in my eyes, a reminder of the pain I had witnessed.”
Vishakha’s heart was heavy with empathy. She could see the inner turmoil that had shaped Taehyung’s psyche, and though she didn’t condone his actions, she could understand the roots of his darkness.
“Do you ever regret it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you ever wish things had been different?”
Taehyung’s gaze was intense as he looked at her. “Regret is a luxury I can’t afford. My choices have led me to where I am, and I’ve embraced them fully. But there are moments—moments when I question the path I’ve chosen and wonder if there could have been another way.”
He sighed, placing the photograph and letter back into the box. “I wanted you to know this because I believe that understanding my past might help you understand why I am the way I am. My actions, though unforgivable, are a reflection of a broken past.”
Vishakha remained silent, her mind racing as she processed the information. Taehyung’s past was a tapestry of pain and loss, and it had undeniably influenced the man before her.
“I appreciate you sharing this with me,” she said finally. “It helps me understand you better, even if it doesn’t change the situation I’m in.”
Taehyung’s expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained guarded. “Thank you for listening. I know that my past doesn’t excuse my actions, but it’s a part of who I am. And it’s a part of the reason why I’ve become so fixated on you.”
He stood up and walked back to his desk, his demeanor returning to its usual composure. “You should return to your room now. I didn’t want this to be an interrogation, but rather a chance for you to understand me better.”
Vishakha rose from her seat, her mind still reeling from the revelations. As she turned to leave, she glanced back at Taehyung, seeing a man who was deeply scarred by his past but still wrestling with his own demons.
The door closed behind her, leaving Taehyung alone in the study. He looked at the photographs and letters, a sense of melancholy settling over him. His past had shaped him in ways he couldn’t escape, and as he continued to navigate the complexities of his life, he knew that his darkness was a part of him that he could never fully leave behind.
