Veins Of Obsession

CH - 33 ( clearing it )

As Saanvi moved toward the door, determined to leave the room and avoid further confrontation, Ishaan reacted swiftly, his grip tightening on her wrist. Before she could even react, he pulled her back, and she stumbled, falling onto the bed. Ishaan’s body hovered over hers, his dark eyes locking with hers in a gaze so intense it felt like it could pierce through her very soul.

Saanvi’s breath hitched, a surge of anger rising within her. "Let go of me, Ishaan!" she shouted, struggling beneath his grip. “You can’t just control everything, I’m not one of your damn projects!”

Ishaan’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. “Let me make one thing clear to you, Mrs. Saanvi Mehta…” His voice was dangerously calm, his grip tightening just enough to make her feel his dominance without crushing her. “You already know why I married you. You know about my obsession with revenge. But the moment you told me I misunderstood things, everything changed.”

Saanvi’s chest heaved in frustration as she glared up at him. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice shaky with the mix of rage and confusion. “You’ve been using me all along for your damn revenge. Don’t try to make this into something else.”

Ishaan's face hardened, his gaze darkening even further. "I know, Saanvi. I made mistakes. I let my hatred cloud my judgment," he admitted, his voice low and filled with raw emotion. "But the moment you told me about Naira’s downfall, about Mehra's were not the one ruining the Mehta's… that's when everything shifted. I realized I missed something. I fucking trusted your words. I trust you."

His body pressed closer to hers, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. His hands rested on the bed beside her, preventing her from escaping his hold. She glared at him, but her breath was unsteady, her emotions torn.

“Stop,” she whispered, but her voice faltered. “You can’t just say you trust me now. After everything, how do I know you're not just using me for your own benefit?” Her eyes were fierce, her tone daring him to say something to convince her.

“I’m not using you, Saanvi,” he growled, his lips barely a breath away from her ear. “I’m doing this because I care. I can’t just walk away from you. I don’t want to lose you.” His voice cracked ever so slightly as he admitted it, and she felt it deep in her chest, even as she tried to push him away emotionally.

“Do you think this is about you?” Saanvi shouted, her eyes blazing with defiance, though there was a crack in her voice. “You think just because you care now, I’ll trust you? After everything you’ve done, everything that’s happened between us?” She pushed against his chest, her hands trembling with the effort. "I have my own battles, Ishaan. I don’t need you to fight them for me."

“I don’t want to fight your battles for you, Saanvi,” Ishaan growled, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, their faces inches apart. "But I can’t stand to see you go through this alone. I’m trying to help you, can’t you see that?”

Her breathing was shallow, her heart racing, torn between wanting to push him away and needing him to stay. She bit back the words that threatened to come out, refusing to show any vulnerability. But deep down, she knew she couldn’t ignore what he was saying, even if it scared her.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to help you, Saanvi,” Ishaan continued, his voice low and raw. “I will get the information again. I will go through everything, every damn detail, because I trust you. I want to protect you, I don’t care what it takes.”

Saanvi’s eyes filled with frustration, a deep sadness hidden beneath her anger. “Why does it always have to be like this, Ishaan? Why does it always have to be your way? You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want you to protect me. I don’t need you to solve everything for me.” Her voice cracked, and she turned her head to avoid his gaze, the mix of emotions too overwhelming.