Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 34 - The Sarcastic Talks

Author’s POV

Adhrit was standing in the middle of the big, and luxurious hall of the Mehrotra Mansion, along with Anaisha, and his face carried some strange, unreadable expressions.

His eyes, sharp yet distant, revealed neither anger nor peace — just a deep storm buried within.

On the other hand, Anaisha had the same vibrant smile plastered on her face, the very smile she had worn since the moment of their wedding rituals, glowing as if her world had just become complete.

Pranay, the head of the house, was continuously observing Adhrit. His sharp eyes tried to read, what lay behind the young man’s silence, but the more he looked, the more difficult it became to decode him.

"Come to my study room…!!" Pranay’s authoritative voice suddenly echoed in the grand hall, commanding immediate attention.

Adhrit’s gaze shifted upward, locking on Pranay’s face. For a brief second, his expression didn’t change, but the flicker in his eyes confirmed, what he already knew — the order was meant for him.

Yet, he neither uttered a single word, nor did he nod in acknowledgment. Instead, he looked at Pranay with a questioning expression, his eyes silently asking — Where is the study room?

Pranay, seasoned in reading unsaid words, caught the question within that silent stare. He gestured with his hand, a subtle wave directing Adhrit to follow him.

Like an obedient student following his teacher, Adhrit fell into step behind him. Anaisha too instinctively moved forward, ready to accompany her father and husband, when Pranay suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His voice turned firm, carrying a tone that left no room for argument.

"Not you, Princess… I just want to talk to him for now."

Anaisha froze mid-step. She looked at her father, her lips parting in protest, but the weight of his voice made her halt. Concern clouded her glowing face, as she watched the two men leave.

Her brother Jeet, noticing her unease, stepped closer, and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. His touch was gentle, brotherly warmth radiating through.

"Take it easy, baby sister… Dad isn’t going to eat him!", Jeet teased softly, trying to ease the tension.

Anaisha turned her worried gaze to him, and whispered softly, "But bhai, Adhrit is already sad… and if Dad says something hurtful, it will break him even more. He’s already new here, in this mansion, among all of us. He needs to feel comfortable first, then he’ll be fine… he won’t behave so oddly."

Her voice carried only concern — concern for the person, whom she claimed to love.

It was true, that Anaisha was the person, who hurt Adhrit the most, but it was also true, that she cared for him. She always wanted to see him smiling, happy, but her obsession to make him hers was stronger than her care for him.

To make him hers, to keep him with her, Anaisha was ready to hurt him as well, but she could not tolerate anyone else hurting him. 

Jeet, understanding her turmoil, squeezed her shoulder gently. "Don’t worry, baby sister… Dad is just going to talk to him. Who knows, he might even try to make him feel comfortable. You should go upstairs to your room instead, and look at the decoration. Although, time was less, I still tried my best to make everything beautiful for my dear lovely sister’s happiness." His words were drenched in brotherly affection and pride.

A soft smile curved Anaisha’s lips at her brother’s assurance. She nodded, her heart easing just a little, and walked toward her room.

Meanwhile, in the grand, luxurious study room, Pranay and Adhrit sat across from each other. The walls of the room were adorned with bookshelves and portraits, the heavy scent of leather and mahogany lingering in the air. The silence between them was palpable, thick enough to suffocate, as their eyes locked in a silent battle — neither willing to look away.