Veins Of Obsession

CH - 22 ( Interogation Room )

After four brutal days of interrogation, the gang leader finally cracked. Saanvi, dressed in all black, sat across from him, her gaze ice-cold as she watched him.

Gang Leader: (laughing maniacally) “You’re in for it, Saanvi Mehta. It’s someone you know... he’s back, and he’s watching every move you make.”

Saanvi’s expression didn’t change, but her fingers curled slightly.

Gang Leader: “And one of the Mehtas is in on it. They’ve been working with him from the start, tracking you even on your little honeymoon. That day, we only kidnapped the wrong person by accident. But don’t think this ends here. No, the real problem is still waiting, and he’ll ruin everything you have, Miss Mehra... or should I say, Mrs. Mehta ?”

Saanvi’s eyes darkened, and without hesitation, she pulled out her gun, shooting him with a cold rage, the echo of the gunshot reverberating in the room. She stood up, breathing heavily, her mind racing. She needed answers from Ishaan—now.
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Saanvi stormed into their private villa, her anger radiating like wildfire. She found Ishaan in the study, casually sipping a drink, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he noticed her entrance.

Saanvi: (voice like ice) “So this is what it’s about, isn’t it? Your obsession with me, your revenge—your twisted plans.” She stepped closer, her gaze piercing. “But let me make one thing clear, Mr. Mehta. Whatever revenge you want, take it up with me. Leave my family out of it, or I swear I’ll burn down your entire empire.”

Ishaan: (smirk widening, his tone smooth) “Oh, Mrs. Mehta, calm down.” He set down his glass, slowly approaching her, his eyes flickering with dark amusement. “You should know I would never let anyone else do my job. If anyone’s going to break you, it’s going to be me.”

Saanvi’s jaw clenched, her body rigid with anger, but Ishaan continued, his voice almost a whisper as he leaned in close.

Ishaan: “And as for your family... I wouldn’t worry about them. I’ve already taken the most precious thing from them—you.”

She pushed him back, the intensity of her glare unwavering.

Saanvi: “You might think you own me, but mark my words, Ishaan—cross one more line, and I’ll show you what it means to lose everything.”

Ishaan laughed softly, his fingers reaching up to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Ishaan: “You’re fierce when you’re angry. But, darling, remember—I’m the only one who has the right to hurt you. And I don’t plan on letting anyone else do my job.”

For a moment, there was silence, charged and tense, as they stared at each other down. Their breaths mingled, the battle of wills pulling them closer than they’d been since the start. The fire between them was undeniable, a dangerous dance of passion and hatred.

Saanvi: (scoffing, finally pulling back) “You think I’ll just fall for your words? I’m not some pawn in your game.”

Ishaan: (eyes glinting, voice a low murmur) “Oh, but you already are, Mrs. Mehta... and I have no plans of letting you escape.”
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Saanvi fixed Ishaan with a glare, her voice laced with menace.

Saanvi: “Don’t mess with me, Ishaan Mehta. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

With that, she turned and walked out, leaving him standing there. Ishaan watched her go, his smirk fading as he pulled out his phone. He dialed a number, his voice dropping to an authoritative command.

Ishaan: “I want you to track down every single person connected to this, including the Mehta who’s working with him. I want every detail—contacts, movements, everything. No loose ends. Do you understand?”