Veins Of Obsession

CH - 10 ( Late Night )

Ishaan sat alone in his dimly lit study, the only light coming from the moon streaming through the window. A glass of dark red wine swirled lazily in his hand as he leaned back in the armchair. His eyes glinted with mischief, and a satisfied smirk played on his lips as he brought the phone to his ear, calling Rohan.

Ishaan: (with a low chuckle) "You know, Rohan... she’s falling for me. I can see it in her eyes, even if she pretends not to care."

Rohan: (amused) "Oh, really? Miss Saanvi Mehra, the ice queen herself, falling for the great Ishaan Mehta? You’re getting ahead of yourself, my friend."

Ishaan: (taking a slow sip of wine, his voice dropping to a whisper) "She’s good at hiding it, but I’m better at seeing through her. Today, I saw the way she looked at me... those little moments where her guard slipped. She’s losing control, and she doesn’t even realize it."

Rohan: (laughing) "Careful, Ishaan. The last thing you want is for her to turn those sharp claws on you."

Ishaan: (smirking) "Let her try. I want her to fight. It’ll only make it more satisfying when she finally admits she’s mine."

He leaned forward, setting the wine glass on the table, his fingers drumming lightly on the surface.

Ishaan: "She thinks she can play this game with me, but I’ve already won. She’s smart, and she’s strong... but not strong enough to resist me forever."

Rohan: "Confident, are we? What makes you so sure she’s not just playing you, Ishaan?"

Ishaan: (with a dark, almost dangerous laugh) "Because every time I get close, she forgets to act. There’s something real in those moments, something she can’t hide. I know what I’m doing, Rohan... and she’s exactly where I want her."

He sat back, swirling the wine in his glass again, eyes lost in thought.

Ishaan: (almost to himself) "Soon enough, she’ll realize she’s falling... and by then, it’ll be too late." When she'll get to know about the Obsession of Ishaan Singh Mehta...

Saanvi sat by her window, staring at the darkened skyline of Mumbai, the cool night breeze playing with the loose strands of her hair. She had been distracted all evening, replaying the events of the day in her mind. With a heavy sigh, she picked up her phone and called Aahana, needing to let it all out.

Aahana: (picking up with a teasing tone) "Well, well, look who’s calling so late! How’s life with Mr. Soon-to-be Husband?"

Saanvi: (rolling her eyes) "Oh, please. If I hear that phrase one more time, I might scream."

Aahana: (laughing) "Oh, come on. What’s going on?"

Saanvi: (in a mock-serious tone) "What’s going on is that I deserve an Oscar. I mean, if you see me today, you would have got to know my new talent, I should be winning awards for my performance. It’s not easy pretending to be that infatuated."

( She talked about every moment they did because of that siya )

Aahana: "Oh, sure, sure.  Totally an act, right?"

Saanvi: (smirking, twirling a strand of hair) "Exactly. I was just doing it to mess with Siya. And you should’ve seen her face! She looked like she wanted to sink through the floor every time I touched him."

Aahana: "And you loved every second of it, didn’t you?"

Saanvi: (giggling) "Oh, absolutely. It was pure gold. But... honestly, he surprised me today."

Aahana: (curious) "How so?"

Saanvi: (pausing, a distant look in her eyes) "The way he looked at me... there were moments when it didn’t feel like an act. It felt... real, you know? Like he wasn’t pretending."