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 mansion’s corridors were eerily quiet, each footstep echoing off the marble floors. Taehyung’s presence was both commanding and unsettling, his footsteps deliberate as he moved through the expansive halls. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Vishakha—his obsession growing more intense with each passing day.
In the grand bedroom, Vishakha was sitting by the window, her gaze fixed on the sprawling gardens below. The beauty of the manicured grounds did little to soothe her anxiety; she could feel Taehyung’s presence even when he was not in the room. The weight of his gaze seemed to follow her, a constant reminder of his control over her life.
The door to her room opened with a soft click, and Taehyung stepped in, his expression as unreadable as ever. He had changed into a crisp white shirt and black trousers, his attire as immaculate as his demeanor.
Vishakha looked up, her heart racing. “You’re back,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Taehyung’s gaze was fixed on her, his eyes dark and intense. “Yes. I needed to check on you.”
Vishakha shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I’m fine. I’ve been reading and—”
Taehyung cut her off with a raised hand. “I don’t care about your activities. I need to know that you’re safe and comfortable.”
Vishakha’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Safe and comfortable? Is that all you’re concerned about?”
Taehyung’s expression darkened. “It’s not just about comfort. It’s about control. I need to ensure that you don’t attempt anything foolish.”
Vishakha’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “I haven’t tried to escape or do anything to upset you. Why must you always monitor me so closely?”
Taehyung stepped closer, his voice low and edged with a cold intensity. “Because I can’t afford to take risks. You’re mine, and I will not tolerate any form of disobedience or discontent.”
His words stung, and Vishakha felt a pang of fear. She had been hoping for a semblance of understanding, but Taehyung’s response only reinforced his control.
“Do you think I’m a prisoner here?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Taehyung’s eyes bore into hers. “You are my responsibility, and as such, I have the right to ensure your well-being and your compliance. You may not see it now, but this is for your own good.”
Vishakha’s heart sank. The sense of helplessness she felt was suffocating, and Taehyung’s words only served to heighten her sense of entrapment.
“I just want to understand why you’re doing this,” she said softly. “Why me?”
Taehyung’s gaze softened momentarily, but his resolve remained firm. “Because you’re different. There’s something about you that captivates me. I want you, and I will have you, no matter what it takes.”
His admission was both unsettling and confusing. Vishakha struggled to reconcile the tenderness in his voice with the harsh reality of her situation. Taehyung’s affection felt tainted by his possessiveness and control.
Before she could respond, Taehyung reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands. His touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to his stern words. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but you need to trust me. I am doing this because I care about you in my own way.”
The juxtaposition of his actions and words left Vishakha feeling conflicted. She wanted to believe in his sincerity, but the shadows of his possessiveness loomed large.
“I don’t know if I can trust you,” Vishakha admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not when you keep me trapped like this.”
Taehyung’s expression grew somber. “I understand your feelings, but you must see it from my perspective. I am constantly faced with threats and dangers. My actions are driven by a need to protect you, even if it seems extreme.”
His explanation, while seemingly logical, did little to ease Vishakha’s fears. The more he spoke, the more she felt like a pawn in his obsessive game.
“I need to go now,” Taehyung said, his tone shifting back to its usual authoritative edge. “I have matters to attend to. Remember, Kitten, I’m always watching you.”
With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Vishakha alone with her tumultuous thoughts. The weight of his words lingered in the air, a reminder of the intense control he wielded over her life.
As the door closed behind him, Vishakha sank into the plush armchair by the window. The room felt suddenly colder, the sense of isolation more profound. She stared out at the garden, trying to find solace in the view, but her mind was clouded with doubt and confusion.
Taehyung’s obsession had transformed from a distant threat to an immediate reality. His need for control was becoming more apparent, and Vishakha felt increasingly trapped within the confines of his dark affection. The sense of being watched was pervasive, and the illusion of freedom she had once clung to was fading.
Despite her fears, Vishakha found herself grappling with the complexity of Taehyung’s emotions. His tenderness, though real, was overshadowed by his possessiveness and control. The dichotomy of his nature was bewildering, and she was left questioning the true nature of his love.
In the silence of her room, Vishakha resolved to navigate her captivity with caution. Taehyung’s obsession was deepening, and she needed to find a way to understand and, if possible, escape from his suffocating grasp. The challenges ahead were daunting, but Vishakha’s resolve to maintain her sense of self remained strong.
As night fell over the mansion, Vishakha lay in bed, her thoughts racing. The shadows of the room seemed to echo Taehyung’s obsessive presence, and she wondered how long she could endure the psychological and emotional strain. The struggle to find a semblance of peace in the midst of his control was becoming increasingly difficult, and the path forward seemed uncertain.
