Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 40 - Verbal Fight

Adhrit’s POV

The moment I comprehended that, this fierce and loud voice belongs to none other than my own lovely sister, Kriya Di, I almost ran downstairs in hurry.

My heart skipped a beat at the very sound of her. That voice — unapologetically fiery, raw, and filled with the kind of authority, and anger, that could silence an entire crowd. For a second, I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. What was she doing here? Why would she come here, into this suffocating mansion, into the lion’s den, just to look for me?

But as her next words echoed more sharply, all doubts vanished. It was her. My Di. My Kriya Di.

A strange panic rose within me. I knew her. I knew her temper. And I knew these people. They weren’t the kind of people, who would tolerate such straightforward confrontation.

They believed in power, in manipulation, in shutting mouths without dirtying their own hands, because they had people for that work. My blood ran cold, thinking of what might happen, if her anger clashed with their ego.

Without wasting another second, I almost flew down the staircase, two steps at a time, clutching the railing so hard, my knuckles turned pale. The echo of raised voices grew louder with each step, like storm clouds colliding before a thunderstorm.

As soon as I reached the hall area, the sight of my sister arguing with the Mehrotra siblings greeted my eyes.

And not just arguing — she was standing tall, her chin lifted, her eyes burning with determination, and rage, as if this grand and oppressive mansion itself was too small to contain her fire.

"You really think that, you can stop me from meeting my own brother?? I have come here to meet him, and I won't go anywhere without meeting him.... Do you get that??"

Her voice was sharp, cutting the silence like a blade. She was almost shouting at Jeet Bhai — no, wait, did I just call him?? Bhai? Seriously Adhrit?

You called him Bhai?? Jeet Mehrotra... Nah! Junior Mehrotra... Ahh! Yes! Now it’s just perfect…!!! Mister Junior Mehrotra!

The irony slapped me across the face. The audacity of this man — Mister Junior Mehrotra, who had once almost treated me like a pawn, a toy for his sister to play, and nothing more — and here I was, calling him Bhai, and giving him respect.

Hell No!! Not even a single member of this family deserves my precious respect. Well, I am still giving them respect, because my family didn't teach me to disrespect of someone, despite of their character.

I shrugged my inner thoughts away, and started focusing on the drama going on in the hall.

Mister Junior Mehrotra was also fuming in anger now. His body language screamed dominance, and his words followed suit, as he almost roared, "This property belongs to me, where you are standing currently, and I can do anything I want here.... Even if I kill you here right now, no one will even get to know about it, so you better behave, otherwise...."

His voice dripped with venom, and though he left the sentence unfinished, the threat within it was louder than thunder.

I clenched my jaw so hard, that it hurt.  That tone. That arrogance. Both the siblings had same attitude. Not just siblings, whole family had same level of attitude.

Several times, I had endured this attitude myself — Anaisha, her brother, her father, her aunt. There was a time, when I stood in this very hall, mocked, cornered, humiliated, suffocated by their so-called authority? And now, it was directed at my sister.

I literally don’t know, since how long they had been arguing, what exact words had sparked the fire, but judging by the rage vibrating in the air, I can conclude, it had been ugly from the very beginning. One thing I knew for sure — this wasn’t just a casual argument. This was war.