Veins Of Obsession

CH - 8 ( Engagement Date )

As Ishaan and Saanvi stepped into the Mehra mansion, they were greeted with an air of excitement. Flowers were being delivered, decorations were underway, and there was an unmistakable buzz that hung in the air. Both sets of parents were waiting for them in the living room, grinning ear to ear.

“We have wonderful news,” Mr. Mehra said, barely able to contain his excitement. Saanvi and Ishaan exchanged wary glances as they waited for the announcement.

“The engagement date has been preponed,” Mrs. Mehta added, clapping her hands together. “It’s happening this weekend!”

Saanvi’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? This weekend?”

She turned sharply to look at Ishaan, only to find him already watching her with a knowing, triumphant smirk. He leaned in close, his voice low and teasing, “Looks like you’re going to be stuck with me sooner than you thought, Miss Mehra.”

She rolled her eyes, hiding the small flutter of excitement that his closeness caused. “Don’t be so sure, Mr. Mehta. This game isn’t over yet.”

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Shopping 🛍️

The mall was bustling with shoppers, but Ishaan and Saanvi only had eyes for each other. They moved through the luxury boutiques, picking out outfits for the engagement. Saanvi was carefully examining a pair of diamond earrings when Ishaan appeared behind her, so close she could feel his breath on her neck.

“Try these,” he said, holding up a pair of delicate emerald and diamond drops. He brushed her hair aside to place them against her ear, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “They suit you,” he murmured, his voice soft and intense.

Saanvi's breath caught, and she met his gaze in the mirror. There was a spark there—a challenge, a promise. “Not bad,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the way her heart was pounding.

As they moved to the bridal section, Saanvi found a stunning crimson saree. She held it against her, turning to face Ishaan. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his gaze heated and possessive.

“You’ll look breathtaking in that,” he said, stepping closer until they were almost touching. “I can already picture it—you, standing next to me, everyone else fading into the background.”

“Careful, Ishaan,” she teased, trying to ignore the butterflies his words caused. “You’re sounding like you actually care.”

He leaned down, his voice a husky whisper, “I do. More than you think.”

For a moment, they were lost in each other’s eyes, the world around them disappearing. Then, with a smirk, Saanvi took the saree and walked to the counter, leaving Ishaan with a wicked grin on his lips.

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The Day of Engagement

The Mehra mansion was transformed into a wonderland of lights and flowers, every corner gleaming with celebration. Saanvi, dressed in the crimson saree that Ishaan had chosen, looked like a queen. As she walked down the grand staircase, all eyes were on her—none more intense than Ishaan’s. He watched her as if she were the only person in the room, his gaze burning with a mix of admiration and hunger.

“Stunning,” he murmured when she finally stood before him, offering his hand. She took it, their fingers intertwining, and felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.