LOVE - Obsessed

20. Boiling Point

Ajay’s POV

I stood frozen behind the corner of the stall.

My fists clenched involuntarily, nails digging into my palms.

Kunal Khurana.
The sponsor. The weirdo. Her fiancé.

I watched as he spoke softly to Anaya standing too close for my comfort — that sickening fake smile plastered across his face.

"Meri hone wali biwi ke liye toh kuch bhi kar sakta hoon."
(I can do anything for my future wife.)

Those words echoed in my head again and again.

Biwi... Anaya... HIS?

The air around me thickened as I tried to control the burning that surged inside my chest. My jaw tightened so hard, I felt my teeth grinding against each other.

Why him?
What was so special about this man who flaunted money and power?
Couldn’t Anaya see what kind of person he was?

Anaya’s POV

I could feel Kunal’s presence suffocating me.

The way he stood so close, the way his voice dripped with fake sweetness—it made my skin crawl. And yet, I forced a polite smile. The same one I had practiced far too many times.

But my breath caught as my eyes instinctively shifted—and met his gaze.

Ajay.

He was standing a few feet away behind the stall, partially hidden, but his eyes…

His eyes burned with a storm I hadn’t seen before. Hurt. Anger. And something much deeper that I couldn’t fully understand.

My throat tightened.

Oh no… he saw everything.

I panicked for a second. I wanted to move, to say something, but my feet wouldn’t respond. My heart pounded in my chest, while Kunal kept talking beside me, completely unaware of Ajay’s burning gaze upon us.

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Ajay’s POV

Our eyes met for a brief moment.

And that was enough.

I saw the flicker of discomfort on her face. The silent panic behind her fake smile. The nervous way her fingers clutched her file tighter. She wasn’t fine. She was pretending.

Kya yeh uski choice thi? (Was this her choice?)
Ya uspar koi majboori hai? (Or is she being forced?)

The questions stabbed at my chest one after another.

"Kya tumhe sach mein yeh sab theek lagta hai, Anaya?" I whispered under my breath, unable to break eye contact.
(Does this really feel right to you, Anaya?)

Anaya’s POV

Ajay didn’t move. He didn’t say anything.

But his gaze said everything.

His eyes screamed — You should have told me.

I felt the sting of guilt rise within me. I never wanted him to find out like this.

I wanted to explain… but I couldn’t even face my own feelings.
Why am I so scared to talk to him?

Before I could react, Kunal gently grabbed my hand.

"Chalo, sweetheart. Principal sir se mil lete hain. Sab sponsors ka formal introduction hai." (Come sweetheart, let’s meet the principal. There’s a sponsor introduction happening.)