Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 71 - The Cafeteria Drama

Author's POV

As soon as Adhrit saw the face of his savior, a flicker of relief crossed his face — only to be smothered by unease the very next second.

Because standing there, between him and all the employees, was Anaisha Mehrotra — with whom everyone was gossiping about his relationship.

Her grip on him was unyielding, almost bruising, and it yanked him upright with a force, that made his breath hitch. He could feel the warmth of her hand searing against his skin, a sharp contrast to the icy tension radiating from her eyes.

Anaisha Mehrotra stood there, one hand still gripping Adhrit's arm, the other curling into a fist at her side. Her posture was perfect, yet threatening, like a lioness ready to strike — every movement deliberate, every breath controlled.

For a split second, the cafeteria was frozen — the way a room gets, when lightning strikes just outside the window.

Everyone in the cafeteria went still. It wasn't just her sudden appearance, which made them all forget to breathe — it was her eyes, which could make a shiver run down anyone's spine.

Her eyes — they weren't just filled with anger — they were burning with fury. Red, sharp, and locked on Vikas, as if he was the prey, who didn't yet realize, the predator had entered the room.

Even the faintest rustle of clothing, the tiny clink of jewelry, or the shuffle of feet seemed magnified under her gaze.

Her eyes held murderous intention, and were deadly staring at Vikas, which made him gulp down his saliva in fear.

When she felt Adhrit's grip tightening on her hands, she shifted his gaze to him. Her dark eyes were now locked solely on him, drinking him in like he was the only living thing in the room.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them — her fire and his startled heart.

Her lips curved — not in kindness, but in a slow, dangerous smile, that made the hair at the back of his neck rise.

When she witnessed the glimpse of fear in his eyes, she shut them closed, inhaled a deep breath, to calm her burning insides.

This time, when she opened her eyes, they were soft, loving, and caring — fixed only on him.

"Adhrit…", her voice was low, but it carried, slicing through the air. She didn't care about the whispers, the stares, or the gasps. Her thumb brushed over his wrist in a small, grounding gesture — protective, possessive. "Did he hurt you?"

Adhrit shook his head, his lips parting, but no words came out. His chest rose and fell unevenly, a mix of relief, fear, and something dangerously close to awe flooding him all at once.

Her gaze drifted from his to his wrist, which had scratch marks. Her eyes turned cold once again. This time, the darkness visible within them was deadly and dangerous.

She didn't ask him any question about it, neither did she wait for him to say anything else. It was as if she already knew, what had happened, and was deciding the punishment, that was perfectly deserved.

She left his arm, and moving him aside, she herself went towards Vikas, who was already shivering, just by looking at her eyes.

In the next breath, she crossed the space to Vikas, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him forward. Every step she took resonated with authority, a silent warning to all watching.

The shock in his eyes barely had time to register, before she slammed his head against the cafeteria table with a sickening thud.

The sound made every single person present there flinch — including Adhrit.