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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The sprawling grounds of Taehyung's mansion were as imposing as they were beautiful. Each garden and hallway was meticulously maintained, creating an illusion of serenity that belied the turmoil within. For Vishakha, these grounds were a prison, and her desire to escape grew more intense with each passing day.
She had spent the previous night contemplating her options. Taehyung’s revelations about his past had done little to ease her captivity, and if anything, they intensified her desire for freedom. Now more than ever, she felt a burning need to break free from the gilded cage that had become her world.
On a chilly morning, Vishakha seized her opportunity. Taehyung had left for a meeting, and the mansion was quieter than usual. With her heart pounding, Vishakha slipped into the hallway, her footsteps soft against the polished marble floors. She made her way to the servants' entrance, hoping that it would provide a way out.
The door to the servants' entrance was locked, but Vishakha had managed to secure a key from one of the housemaids earlier. Her hands trembled as she inserted the key and turned it, the lock clicking open. She pushed the door ajar, her heart racing with hope and fear.
Outside, the mansion grounds stretched before her, a vast expanse of green and grey. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Just as she was about to step outside, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.
Panic surged through her. She quickly ducked behind a large potted plant, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. From her hiding spot, she saw Taehyung emerging from the mansion, his sharp gaze scanning the area.
“No,” she whispered to herself, her heart sinking. “I have to make it out.”
As Taehyung neared the door, his eyes narrowed. He seemed to sense something amiss. He approached the servants' entrance and noticed the slightly ajar door. With a frown, he pushed it open further and stepped inside, his gaze sweeping the area with cold efficiency.
Vishakha held her breath, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be discovered. But her hopes were dashed when Taehyung’s gaze fell directly on her hiding place. His expression turned from confusion to realization.
“There you are,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Did you really think you could escape?”
Vishakha’s heart sank as Taehyung’s gaze fixed on her. She stumbled out from behind the plant, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fear. “I.. I just wanted to be free,” she stammered. “I can’t live like this.”
Taehyung’s eyes were icy as he approached her. “You’re my responsibility, Vishakha. You don’t get to decide when you leave.”
He grabbed her arm with a firm grip and led her back inside the mansion, his presence oppressive. The fear in Vishakha’s eyes only seemed to deepen his resolve.
In the confines of her room, Taehyung locked the door behind them. Vishakha tried to steady her breathing, but her fear was palpable. Taehyung’s demeanor was cold, his eyes narrowing as he assessed her.
“You’ve made a serious mistake,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Attempting to escape is not something I take lightly.”
Vishakha’s voice trembled as she tried to explain. “I just… I just wanted to see if I could get away. I don’t belong here.”
Taehyung’s expression remained stern. “You’re right. You don’t belong here.. yet. But that doesn’t give you the right to defy me.”
He stepped closer, his demeanor shifting from anger to a more calculated intensity. “You need to understand that your actions have consequences.”
Vishakha’s eyes widened as Taehyung’s hand came down, not in anger but in a controlled, deliberate manner. He grabbed a leather strap from his desk drawer, his gaze unyielding. “This will be a reminder of what happens when you try to defy me.”
He proceeded to administer a punishment, not with the intent of causing lasting harm but to assert control. Vishakha winced with each stroke, the physical pain mingling with her emotional turmoil. The punishment was a grim reminder of her position, but it was also a display of Taehyung’s conflicted nature.. his need to control intertwined with his inexplicable affection.
When Taehyung finally finished, he set the strap aside and turned to Vishakha, who was now sitting on the edge of her bed, tears streaming down her face. His gaze softened slightly, a flicker of tenderness breaking through his stern facade.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but you need to understand the seriousness of your actions.”
He reached for a salve and gently applied it to the marks left by the strap, his touch surprisingly gentle. Vishakha flinched at first, but the soothing balm provided some relief. Taehyung’s actions were at odds with his earlier behavior, adding to her confusion.
“Why are you doing this?” Vishakha asked, her voice hoarse. “Why do you care so much?”
Taehyung’s expression was a mix of frustration and vulnerability. “Because I care in ways you can’t understand. My actions may seem harsh, but they’re driven by my own demons and my need to control what I can.”
He finished applying the salve and sat down beside her, his gaze intense. “From now on, I’ll be calling you ‘kitten.’ It’s a reminder of what you mean to me and the position you hold in my world.”
Vishakha looked at him, her emotions in turmoil. The tenderness in his actions was jarring, contrasting sharply with the harshness of his punishment. The name ‘kitten’ felt both demeaning and oddly affectionate.
“Do you understand?” Taehyung asked, his voice softer now.
Vishakha nodded slowly, her mind reeling from the contradictory nature of his behavior. “Yes. I understand.”
Taehyung’s expression softened, though his eyes remained intense. “Good. I want you to remember that you’re mine. And while I might show you kindness, it’s always within the confines of my control.”
He stood up and moved towards the door, leaving Vishakha to her thoughts. As the door closed behind him, Vishakha sat in the dim light of her room, grappling with the complex web of emotions that Taehyung had woven around her.
The pain from the punishment was physical, but the emotional turmoil was far more profound. Taehyung’s care, though tender, was a reminder of her captivity and his control. The name ‘kitten’ symbolized his claim over her, blending affection with dominance in a way that left her both bewildered and uncertain.
As Vishakha lay down, the darkness of her room seemed to reflect the darkness of her situation. She was trapped in a cage of her own making, her emotions tangled in a web of fear, pain, and an unsettling form of affection. The struggle for freedom was not just a physical battle but an emotional one, as she faced the conflicting realities of her life with Taehyung.
