Veins Of Obsession

CH - 29 ( Party )

As Saanvi read the message, a chill ran down her spine. The audacity of this unknown figure, lurking in the shadows, watching her every move. It wasn’t just an intrusion—it was a declaration of power, a taunt meant to provoke her. She could almost picture the smug smirk behind that message.

“It was nice to see you and your husband fighting, huh.”

She clenched her jaw, fingers tightening around her phone as her anger flared. Every word felt like a thorn, digging into her pride and mocking the fragile peace she was trying to maintain. This wasn't just some petty torment; it was personal. Someone was playing with her life, her relationships, and her patience was wearing thin.

With icy calm, she replied, “If you’re so eager to keep watching, why not show yourself? Or are you too afraid to face me directly?”

The message sent, and she sat there in the silence of her room, her heart pounding with a deadly determination. Whoever this was, they were getting too close. They had crossed the line, and she was done being their puppet.

The reply appeared on her screen almost instantly:

“Too eager to meet me, aren’t you?”

Saanvi smirked, feeling her irritation turn into icy confidence. Whoever this person was, they clearly enjoyed taunting her, reveling in the thrill of playing cat and mouse. But they had underestimated one thing—Saanvi Mehta wasn’t prey. She was the hunter.

She replied, "Meet you? Oh, please. I just want to end the little game you think you're winning. You’ve danced around in the shadows long enough."

A moment passed, and she could almost feel the tension thickening as she waited for their response. But before it came, she picked up her phone and dialed her assistant. The call barely rang before he picked up.

“Ma’am?”

“I want every digital trail tracked. Every CCTV feed, every fragment of data. I don’t care if we have to pull from the deepest parts of the underworld—find me every link to this stalker.”

Her assistant, a man who’d been by her side for years, knew she was deadly serious when she spoke like this. “Understood, ma’am. I’ll have something soon.”

Ding.

The unknown message came through again.

“Careful now, Mrs. Mehta. Don’t want your husband thinking you care too much. Besides, isn’t it dangerous to come after someone you know nothing about?”

Saanvi chuckled, the sound low and dangerous as she typed: "I don't need to know you. Just enough to end you. But thanks for the advice—I’ll keep it in mind while I'm watching you crumble."

Silence followed this time. She glanced out the window, her mind already working out her next steps. She would find this stalker, and when she did, she would make sure they regretted every taunt, every intrusion, every shadowy threat they thought they could throw her way.
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The next morning, Saanvi got up early, brushed off the events of the night, and prepared herself for the day ahead. She dressed in her sharpest suit, the armor she wore in her ruthless business world, and left for her office without sparing a glance toward Ishaan’s room. He had come in late the previous night—she had heard his footsteps echo in the quiet of the mansion—but she hadn’t waited up for him, nor did she intend to.

Arriving at her office, she went straight to work. Files were spread across her desk, intel reports on the unknown stalker alongside financial documents, all meticulously organized. Her focus was intense as she flipped through them, her mind running like a machine, piecing together potential leads and strategies.