Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 50 - A Dark Past

Author's POV

£ Next Morning

Adhrit sat heavily on the edge of the bed, a towel draped carelessly around his neck. Water droplets, cool remnants of his shower, glided down his damp hair and onto his bare skin. His eyes were fixed blankly on the floor, the reel of last night’s events still playing relentlessly in his mind.

Anaisha was sleeping beside him — a picture of peace, seemingly unaware of anything around her, or perhaps, simply pretending to be.

He stood up, walked to the full-length mirror, and stared hard at his own reflection.

"Why the hell does it affect me?" he questioned, his voice a low, strangled sound. He clenched his fists so tightly, his knuckles turned white. "Why do I care, what she wears, who praises her, or whom she smiles at?"

He remembered the previous night: he had waited up for her, unable to sleep, only to wake this morning, and find her already nestled beside him. Her hand was placed squarely on his chest, clutching him tightly, possessively, even in her sleep.

For a fleeting moment, as he looked at her beautiful face, he was lost — pulled into the inexplicable warmth of her presence.

But the memory returned, sharp and unpleasant — the thought of her leaving with Naveen, and her late return, despite promising to be home early. The warmth vanished, replaced by a hardening of his features.

The very next second, he gently, yet decisively shrugged her hand away, and rose from the bed.

With the recollection of the morning now complete, Adhrit sighed. Looking at his reflection once more, his eyes filled with a helpless dilemma, as he asked himself, "Why is she affecting me this much? Why am I not able to tolerate her closeness with anyone else apart from me? What’s wrong with me?"

He knew the answer.

It lay heavy in his heart, a growing truth he simply refused to acknowledge or admit.

Some time later, everyone had gathered in the Dining Hall for breakfast.

Anaisha was already seated. She was glowing, charming, her eyes carrying a familiar mischievous gleam, though a hint of restlessness also shadowed them, because she hadn't seen Adhrit since morning.

Jeet sat sipping his coffee, feigning complete disinterest in the surroundings, yet an occasional, mischievous smile played on his lips, and his eyes kept searching for only Adhrit.

Just then, Adhrit entered. His imposing, breathtaking personality instantly drew the attention of everyone present.

He was dressed in a pair of light blue ripped jeans and a white shirt. The top three buttons of his shirt were open, offering a peek at his well-defined chest and attractive physique. The fabric, slightly dampened with sweat, clung to his body, making it slightly transparent and clearly outlining the sculpted shape beneath.

His hairs were messy, falling onto his forehead, partially hiding his slightly tired eyes. Despite the fatigue, his ocean-blue eyes were mesmerizing — the kind, that could easily pull a person under their depth.

He didn't spare a glance for anyone. He walked straight to his chair, sat down, picked up the glass of water in front of him, and emptied it quickly. After placing the glass back, he let out a deep sigh.

Anaisha’s eyes had been glued to Adhrit, since the moment he walked in. When she looked at him, her breath momentarily caught in her throat. Adhrit looked truly breathtaking, and he had literally stolen her breath away for a few seconds.

Lost in her appreciation of him, Anaisha was jarred back to reality, when her gaze fell on Niharika, who was also watching Adhrit with wide, captivated eyes.