Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 68 - The Jealousy Filled Kiss

Author's POV

£ Night — Mishra Nivas

The house had fallen into a rare, hushed calm. After dinner, everyone had gone to their rooms by now. The air seemed calm with silence, except in one corner of the house — the room, that belonged to Anaisha and Adhrit. 

Anaisha stood near the dressing table, her reflection softly glowing under the warm light. She moved with deliberate slowness, applying lotion to her hands, the faint floral fragrance mingling with the night air.

Her eyes, however, weren't on her reflection for long. They kept drifting — again and again — to the mirror, where she could see him.

Adhrit sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling absently through his phone. His hair was still damp from the shower, a few dark strands falling over his forehead.

The simple grey t-shirt and black track pants he wore, weren't special in any way — and yet, she found herself watching him, as if he were the only one worth looking at in this world.  

It wasn't the clothes. It was him — the calmness, the boyish charm in his eyes, and the quiet warmth, that lived in his presence.

Her gaze lingered on him longer than she intended. He must have felt it, because his eyes suddenly lifted.

Through the mirror, their gazes met — his slightly startled, hers calm, but intense. He hesitated, a small uncertain pause, and then smiled.

That smile — shy, soft, and completely unguarded — made something warm curl in her chest.

"You're staring at me.", she teased softly, her voice smooth as silk, as she turned and walked toward him.

He let out a quiet laugh, lowering his phone. "I can say the same. Aren't you staring at me?", His tone carried a quiet nervousness, and his fingers brushed through his damp hair to hide the faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

She sat beside him, close enough that their knees brushed. "So? Shouldn't I be allowed to stare at my husband?" she asked, tilting her head. "I can stare at you for an entire day, my Love. No matter how long I do, I still crave more."

Her tone was half playful, half serious — a seduction lying underneath it. 

That word — ‘husband’ — never failed to make his heart skip a beat. The shy flicker in his eyes softened into something open, something more warm. 

"And I can't be blamed for staring at my wife either!", he murmured, almost under his breath, but with a quiet sincerity, that made her heart tighten. He himself was surprised at how naturally the words rolled out of his tongue.

Her lips curved in a slow smile. Reaching out, she brushed away a drop of water clinging to his hair. Her fingers didn’t stop there — they lingered, tracing down to his jawline, caressing it lightly.

He froze for a moment — caught between shyness, and the irresistible pull of her touch. His heart thudded audibly in the silence between them.

"You've been smiling a lot today." she whispered, her voice low, almost hypnotic. "And I like it so much."

"And you’ve been… calmer than before.", he said, meeting her gaze. "I like that too."

Her gaze softened for a heartbeat — but there was something darker flickering underneath, like a shadow, that refused to die. "I can be calmer for you!", she murmured, her tone dipping lower, "but only till the time I know, nobody is trying to take what's mine. You know that, right? How possessive I am about you. My love is my passion and my madness, and I'll never control it — even if you call it obsession. Whatever it is, it's from you… and only for you."