Veins Of Obsession

CH - 11 ( Revelation )

She ended the call, her heart hammering in her chest, but her face remained emotionless, cold as steel. She tucked the phone away, locking it in a hidden drawer. No one knew—no one could know.

Saanvi took a deep breath, composing herself, then turned and walked out of the study, closing the door behind her. She couldn’t afford to let her mask slip. Not now. Not ever.

Saanvi (to herself): (in a low, determined whisper) "This game just got a whole lot more interesting, Ishaan. Let’s see how well you play when you don’t even know who your opponent is."

With that, she strode out, her posture confident and composed—just Saanvi Mehra, the formidable CEO. But behind the cool facade, the Mafia Queen was already three steps ahead, plotting her next move in the darkness where she thrived.

Saanvi moved inside the building ( her own empire) , her real self where she's connected, real identity , moving inside her man's were waiting for her as she entered everyone bowed....

Ishaan has a hidden ledger that contains the names and details of powerful business figures, government officials, and underground contacts who are involved in illegal operations across the city. This ledger is the backbone of his empire—it’s not just about money; it’s a web of control and blackmail that keeps his rivals in check and ensures that he’s always a step ahead in the game.

However, Saanvi’s team manages to get a crucial page from this ledger—a page that not only exposes some of his key alliances but also suggests that Ishaan has a deeper connection to the Mehra family. There are hints of old debts and secrets between the Mehra and Mehta families that neither Saanvi nor her parents knew about, but Ishaan is aware. It suggests that Ishaan’s interest in the Mehra family—and perhaps in Saanvi herself—goes beyond the mere business deal of their arranged marriage.

Saanvi’s eyes widened when she realized what the page hinted at: Did Ishaan have a hidden motive in agreeing to this marriage? Was this about more than just power?

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Saanvi sat in her study, staring at the document her legal team had uncovered. Her fingers brushed the edge of the paper, the implications racing through her mind. A slow smile spread across her face, her heart beating faster. This was it—the weapon she needed. She leaned back in her chair, the thrill of the game coursing through her veins.

Saanvi: (smirking to herself) "Time to play with you, my dear hubby."

She took out her phone and began typing a message. No words. Just the picture of the page, a warning that she knew something—but not everything. She hit "send" with a gleam in her eye, imagining the look on Ishaan’s face when he received it.

In the days that followed, the tension between Ishaan and Saanvi was electric. They moved around the house like predators, circling each other with playful smiles, hidden barbs, and unspoken words.

Ishaan: (leaning casually against the kitchen counter, watching Saanvi cook) "You seem... distracted, sweetheart. Something on your mind?"

Saanvi: (without missing a beat, flipping a pancake with a calm, collected smile) "Oh, you know. Just business as usual. Nothing I can’t handle."

Ishaan: (raising an eyebrow, his gaze intense) "Interesting. You look like you’re up to something."

Saanvi: (turning to face him, smirking) "And if I am? What’s it to you?"

Ishaan: (with a lazy grin) "I’m just curious what my lovely fiancée is plotting. You’re always so... enigmatic. Keeps me intrigued."

Saanvi: (closing the distance between them, voice low and taunting) "You’re not the only one who can keep secrets, Ishaan. Don’t get too comfortable."