|𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨| 18+

|12| Obsession and Control

"I didn't care if she hated me, or if she didn't like being controlled. She had to understand-there's a price for disrespect, and I was the one who'd make her pay."
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"She doesn't get it yet. Every word, every action of hers, is a test, and I won't hesitate to make her learn what happens when you cross me."

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Agastya's mind seethed with fury as he recalled the news. The very thought of Meghna stepping foot inside that guy's house ignited a dark, consuming rage within him. His hand instinctively twitched, his fingers itching to reach for his gun.

Imagining the audacity of that boy-inviting Meghna into his space-made his blood boil. He could almost see himself forcing his bullet between the boy's lips, a merciless response to the disrespect he perceived. Every fiber of his being was primed for confrontation, his mind clouded by possessive anger.

That's why, the moment Agastya spotted him today, an unrelenting urge surged through him-a need to prove, without a doubt, exactly who Meghna belonged to.

Fueled by a sudden, consuming rage, he acted on impulse, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers, right there in front of him, in front of everyone. It was raw, possessive, and intentional, leaving no room for doubt or challenge

For the first time, he felt the warmth of her lips, and the moment his touched hers, everything else faded away. Agastya, who always held himself in check, found his control slipping. In that instant, nothing mattered-his carefully constructed walls, his anger, his dominance. All he could feel was her, and it was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever known

In that single, intense moment behind the wheel, a fierce urge pulsed through him. Agastya wanted to slam the brakes, pull her close, and unleash the storm of feelings he'd been holding back.

The anger, the possessiveness, the desire-it all boiled to the surface, urging him to let her see the depths of his madness, to make her understand just how deeply she affected him.

His obsession with her wasn't new; it had taken root the very first time he laid eyes on Meghna, nine years ago. From that moment, she became his world, filling his thoughts and stirring something intense within him.

This wasn't just attraction-it was a consuming need that only grew stronger with time, a fierce and unyielding attachment that bordered on madness

Back then, Meghna was just 11, and Agastya was 16. He had been invited to Abhimanyu's mansion for dinner; they were best friends, practically brothers. The evening was ordinary until he saw her-a young girl with an innocence he had never encountered before.

Her laughter filled the room, and something in her pure presence stirred emotions he couldn't quite understand.

Agastya brushed it off, telling himself she was just a child, far too young for him to feel anything beyond distant admiration. It felt wrong to think any more of her, so he kept his distance, convincing himself these feelings would fade with time.

But even as he told himself this, he knew deep down that she had already left an imprint on him, one that would stay with him through the years, growing quietly into something far more powerful.

When Meghna turned 17, For some reason Abhimanyu sent her to Italy, entrusting her to Agastya's care. Agastya, already immersed in managing Abhimanyu's mafia empire there and he was equally 50% partner of his businesses, was caught off guard by this responsibility.

He had tried to bury the feelings he once had, telling himself they were merely remnants of a youthful infatuation.

But having her so close reignited his emotions with an intensity he couldn't ignore. Every time he saw her, his need to protect her intensified, and his obsession grew.