Veins Of Obsession

CH - 31 ( Got you )

As they stepped into the grand ballroom, the atmosphere buzzed with elegance and mystery. Chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, shimmering through crystal prisms that scattered light across the masked guests. Each face was hidden behind an elaborate mask, adding an aura of intrigue to every conversation, every stolen glance.

Saanvi, draped in a sleek, deep crimson gown, wore a black lace mask that complemented her bold attire, her sharp gaze scanning the room beneath the mask's delicate curves. Beside her, Ishaan was dressed in a tailored black suit with a silver mask, his intense eyes holding a hint of restrained power. Rohan, looking every bit the suave gentleman in his dark blue suit and midnight mask, kept close by, his attention subtly shifting from the surroundings to Saanvi and Ishaan.

“Try not to stand out too much,” Ishaan murmured under his breath, leaning slightly towards Saanvi as they walked deeper into the crowd. “Remember, we’re here to blend in, not make everyone wonder why two strangers are scanning the room like they own the place.”

Saanvi smirked, her red lips curving into a playful smile. “Oh, please, Mr. Mehta. Blending in was never our style. Besides, if we’re going to draw attention, let’s at least give them something worth talking about,” she replied, casting a teasing glance at him.

Rohan chuckled beside them. “Just don’t scare the guests away, you two. We still need to find out why our mysterious stalker is here, remember?”

As they made their way through the crowd, exchanging polite nods and brief small talk, they remained vigilant, their eyes sharp under the guise of carefree charm.

Saanvi felt Ishaan’s hand lightly graze her arm, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through her. “Shall we dance?” he asked, his voice deep and inviting, a slight challenge in his gaze. “It’ll keep us from looking too… suspicious.”

She raised a brow, her heart quickening at the unexpected invitation. “Trying to keep tabs on me, Mehta? Or just can’t resist the chance to show off?”

“Maybe a little of both,” he replied, his voice low enough that only she could hear. Before she could respond, he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor, pulling her close as the music shifted to a slow, seductive rhythm.

As they moved, Ishaan’s grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly, drawing her in closer than necessary. “Tell me, Saanvi,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear, “do you think our stalker is watching us right now? Or maybe they’re jealous, watching me dance with the most dangerous woman in the room.”

Saanvi’s lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I don’t think they’re the only one watching me,” she whispered back, her voice laced with a teasing edge. “Careful, Ishaan—you might just fall for your target. And I’d hate for you to lose sight of your revenge.”

For a moment, something shifted in Ishaan’s gaze—a hint of vulnerability breaking through his usual guarded demeanor. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his familiar smirk. “Revenge… love… who’s to say they aren’t just two sides of the same coin?”

Before she could respond, they both caught sight of a figure moving in the distance, lingering near the back exit of the ballroom. It was a tall man in a dark suit, half-hidden in the shadows, watching them intently. Rohan noticed too, his eyes narrowing as he subtly nodded towards the man.

“That’s him,” Rohan muttered under his breath, moving closer. “I’ll follow his trail. You two keep up the act.”

As Rohan slipped into the crowd, Saanvi tightened her grip on Ishaan’s shoulder, her smile never faltering. “Looks like it’s showtime. Think you can keep up, Mr. Mehta?”