Veins Of Obsession

CH-3 ( Hate )

"I don't have all the details worked out yet," Ishaan admitted, his eyes narrowing as he thought it through. "But I need you to be ready. We're going to play this smart, Rohan. On the surface, everything will look perfect-two families finally putting their differences aside, a marriage that benefits everyone. But behind the scenes..." He trailed off, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.

Rohan's voice was quieter now, intrigued. "And Saanvi? What's her role in all of this?"

"She doesn't know it yet," Ishaan said, his tone softening into something almost dangerous, "but she's going to be right where I want her. She'll play the perfect bride, whether she likes it or not. And in the end, when this is all over, she'll regret ever being part of this game."

"You're playing with fire," Rohan warned, though there was a hint of admiration in his voice. "Saanvi's not just any woman-she's clever, and she's got a temper. If she figures out you're planning something..."

"She won't," Ishaan interrupted, his voice cold and confident. "She hates me too much to see what's right in front of her. Besides, I don't need her to like me, Rohan-I just need her to fall right into the trap I'm setting."

There was a pause before Rohan spoke again, this time with a note of loyalty. "Alright. Whatever you need, I'm in. Just say the word."

"Good," Ishaan said, feeling the thrill of anticipation race through him. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, one that could backfire spectacularly if he wasn't careful. But that was part of the thrill-the idea of turning this unwanted marriage into something entirely his own, of outplaying his father and the Mehras while keeping Saanvi dancing to his tune.

"I'll be in touch," Ishaan said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "For now, start gathering everything you can about Saanvi-her weaknesses, her connections, everything. If I'm going to pull this off, I need to know her better than she knows herself."

Rohan chuckled. "Consider it done. You've always got a way of turning things to your advantage."

"Always," Ishaan agreed, his voice cool and unyielding. He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed, the smirk still firmly in place. This might have started as a family duty, but he would make sure it ended on his terms.

He moved to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a small notebook where he kept the details of his more... discreet dealings. With a calculated calm, he began to jot down the first pieces of his plan, each line a thread in the web he was weaving. A web that, if all went as planned, would entangle Saanvi Mehra completely.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of determination and amusement. The game was just beginning.

And he intended to win.

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Saanvi stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her, the frustration still bubbling inside her. She grabbed her phone and dialed Aahana's number, her fingers trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Aahana picked up after the first ring, already sensing the storm brewing on the other end. "Saanvi, what happened?"

Saanvi didn't bother with pleasantries. "You're not going to believe this, Aahana," she said, her voice cold and sharp. "My parents-my genius parents-have decided to marry me off. To Ishaan freaking Mehta."

There was a brief silence on the other end before Aahana spoke, her tone incredulous. "Wait, what? That Ishaan? The one who makes your blood boil every time he walks into the room?"