Obsession unleashed

Chapter 7

Raghavendra's gaze drifted shut, his mind consumed by Meera's radiant smile.

"Mine," he whispered, his voice husky.

The arranged betrothal, orchestrated by Raghavendra's grandfather, the patriarch of the family, had arranged the betrothal when Meera was just a new born and Raghuvendra was a ten year old boy.

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The air in the room was tinged with the bittersweet scent of jasmine flowers that had been arranged in delicate vases. Sunlight streamed in through the lace curtains, casting intricate patterns on the floor. It was a peculiar day in early spring, one marked by both hope and an unsettling heaviness. In the corner of the small nursery, among stuffed animals and pastel colors, a newborn lay swaddled tightly, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure as she cried.

Ten-year-old Raghuvendra was transfixed, his dark eyes wide, watching with an intensity he could scarcely comprehend. He had never seen a baby up close before, and the sight both terrified and fascinated him. With each wail, a sense of protectiveness stirred within him-an instinct he could hardly put into words.

Just then, as if sensing his gaze, the newborn's tiny hand shot out and curled around his index finger. It was an infinitesimal gesture, but it held immense weight. As her small fingers closed around his, her cries stopped as if she had concluded some silent pact-a promise of understanding, perhaps. In that moment, the chaos of the world outside faded into the background. It was just him and her in that soft-lit nursery.

The tranquility shattered as his grandfather, a towering figure draped in an impeccably tailored suit. entered the room. Hunched with age but commanding in presence, he surveyed his grandson and the child with an authoritative gaze distinct from the warmth lingering in the air.

"Ah, raghuvendra, the future of our family!" he boomed, his voice echoing off the nursery walls. "You must cherish her." he continued. gesturing toward the baby. "

"Your future partner, Raghavendra. Take care of her."

Raghavendra's eyes widened as he gently picked up Meera's tiny hand.

"Hello, little one," Raghavendra whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

Mahesh smiled. "Looks like she's already got you wrapped around her finger.

As Raghavendra held Meera's tiny hand, he felt an unexpected surge of protectiveness and tenderness. This fragile, newborn creature was to be his partner in life.

Meera's grip on his finger tightened, and Raghavendra's heart swelled. He felt a sense of responsibility, of belonging.

"What will she be like when she grows up? Will she like me? Will I make her happy?"

He studied Meera's face, memorizing every feature.

"I promise to always protect you, Meera," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction.

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Raghavendra's thoughts unraveled to memories of Meera's gentle touch, her laughter, and her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

Raghavendra's imagination ran wild, conjuring images of Meera beneath him, her body surrendering to his dominance.

"Mine," he growled, his voice barely audible.

He envisioned Meera's Eyes, dark pools of desire, gazing up at him
Lips, parted, inviting his kiss
Skin, flushed, responsive to his touch

Raghavendra's thoughts deepened ,