Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 58 - The First Ritual

Author's POV

£ Night Time

It was late, almost time to sleep, and Adhrit was still in Namish's room.

He had refused lunch, and dinner was delivered to him in the room itself.

Overall, ever since he had spoken to Namish that morning, he hadn't stepped out of that room even once.

His trance finally broke when the door opened and Namish entered — along with Mamta.

He looked up and offered a small smile to both of them.

"Wanna sleep with us tonight, baccha? If yes, we don't have any problem. After all, you're still a little kid to us.", Namish teased playfully, making Adhrit's cheeks turn bright red.

He quickly got up from the bed, and stammered in a flustered tone, "No… I was just going to go… Good night…"

Before either of them could reply, he dashed out of the room in embarrassment.

Both Namish and Mamta looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

After leaving Namish's room, Adhrit headed straight toward his own.

He opened the door, stepped inside, and locked it.

When he turned around, his eyes narrowed instantly, because Anaisha was there — and all the things she had brought along were neatly arranged in his room.

She was softly humming a tune, the melody reflecting her inner happiness.

For a brief moment, he stood frozen, lost in her — but then reality struck. She had shifted her belongings into his room without even asking him.

He glared at her, narrowing his eyes, and spoke in an irritated tone, "What are you doing? You didn't even ask me before settling your things here…"

"And why should I?" she asked casually, not even turning to look at him.

Her reply left him momentarily speechless. Then, with even more irritation, he snapped, "What do you mean by, ‘why should I’? This is my room!"

He mimicked her tone when saying ‘Why should I?’, which made her burst into laughter.

But her laughter worked like salt on a wound, fueling his irritation further.

She turned around to face him, and seeing his annoyed expression, quickly tried to suppress her laughter. Then, in a serious yet teasing tone, she said, "Not your room… our room. It's our room, hubby. I'm your wife — and everything that belongs to you also belongs to me."

Hearing her words, his mouth fell open, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He soon regained his composure and argued, almost defensively, "That's not fair! I never claimed anything in your house when I lived there — so how can you do this?"

She smiled — a deep, confident, beautiful smile that reached her eyes.

And then, slowly, she walked toward him and stopped right in front of him.

Her eyes were scanning his entire presence with deep, unwavering intensity.

That piercing gaze made him gulp — his throat drying, as his cheeks flushed crimson.

He cleared his throat slightly, hoping she would realize, what their current situation actually was — but it didn’t help much, because the next moment, her fingers reached his face, halting at his burning cheeks.

Feeling her touch, he froze, and his heartbeat turned erratic — fast, wild, uncontrollable.

Her fingers began to roam slowly across his face, tracing his features with deliberate softness, making his pulse race with every passing second.