Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 46 - Honeymoon Discussion

Author's POV

Adhrit hurried back to his room, his heart a mix of nervousness and quiet satisfaction, after handing the letter to Niharika.

He wasn't entirely sure about what he had just done, but he knew with a deep certainty that, if he wanted to succeed, he had to start somewhere.

In Niharika, he saw an amazing beginning — a chance, however small, to break free. He didn't know why, but a gut feeling told him this was going to work out well. He thanked his lucky stars, that Anaisha was still in the washroom, and sank onto the bed — his mind still lost in a loop of strategic thoughts.

Meanwhile, in her own room, Niharika returned with a look of profound shock on her face. The letter Adhrit had given her was still clutched so tightly in her fist, that her knuckles turned white.

She locked the door, and sat on the bed. Only then did she finally open the folded paper to read, what was written inside.

She began reading the letter — her eyes glued on it.

“You might know me by now, but I'll introduce myself anyway. I'm Adhrit Mishra. For you, my identity might be Anaisha Mehrotra's husband, but for me, this is a tag she gave me just to satisfy her own feeling of ownership.

I won't discuss the state of our relationship; I think, you witnessed a bit of it yesterday itself. Let me get straight to the point: they forced me into this marriage at gunpoint, and now, I've been held captive here. I'm not allowed to go outside this mansion, nor do I have any connection to the outside world. My family will also be in danger, if I even try to do something, so I had no other option than to give you this letter.

I don't know why, but I have so much hope, that you can help me, and that's why, I finally gathered the courage to give you this letter. I won't ask you to do much for me, but could you please just collect any information, that could publicly defame the Mehrotras, and make it go viral on the internet?

I know I'm being unethical, but I really want to do this. Not for revenge, but for my own satisfaction, and to make them realize, how it feels to be humiliated. I would have done this myself, but I hope you understand my situation, and will do me this favor. For that, I will always be grateful.

Thank you for reading this letter, and giving me your precious time.”

The moment Niharika finished reading the letter, her face was overcome with a wave of intense shock. This was not what she had expected. She fisted the letter once again, her mind reeling with the implications.

She stared at the paper, the words imprinted in her memory, and got lost in a complex web of thoughts.

While Niharika was deep in her contemplation, Barkha was also preoccupied, sitting on her bed in her room.

All of her recent encounters and arguments with Adhrit came rushing back to her mind. She didn't want to admit it, but Adhrit's unwavering self-respect and his open nonchalance toward the Mehrotra's immense power and wealth were forcing her to admire him. He was unlike anyone, she had ever met in their social circle.

Barkha didn't like middle-class people — in fact, she had a strong, ingrained prejudice against them — but it hadn't always been that way. Something painful had happened to her in the past, giving her a very strong reason to despise them.

Yet, after her frequent interactions with Adhrit, she had to accept that, he was fundamentally different. His unique personality was forcing her to rethink the entire perspective she had formed about middle-class and low-status people.

He was a paradox — proud yet humble, defiant yet trapped — and she found herself inexplicably drawn to his silent strength.

Just as Barkha was sinking deeper into her tangled thoughts, a sharp knock on her door brought her back to the present. It was Jeet, standing there with his phone, his expression unreadable as usual.