Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 73 - The Silent Acceptance

Author’s POV

As soon as Adhrit saw the creeping darkness in Anaisha’s eyes, he immediately regretted saying whatever he had said.

Before he could even utter a word to calm her down, she grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him dangerously closer to herself.

Her sudden action caught him off guard, and he looked into her eyes with his surprise-filled ones.

She came even closer, her grip tightening around his nape, and her words dripping with pure obsession, "Too violent? For you, Adhrit, I can burn down the entire world. No one can hurt you, no fucking body… because you are mine. Only mine."

A shiver ran down Adhrit's spine at her obsession-filled words. He wanted to resist, but her intensity made him freeze in place.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear, whispering a promise, that sounded both protective and threatening. "I told you once… you are mine to protect. And only mine to keep safe. Even if someone looks at you with ill intentions, I won't think twice before killing him. The sooner you understand this, the better it'll be for you, because I cannot change myself in this particular matter."

Suddenly, her voice dropped to a low whisper, as she hugged him tightly, almost protectively. "You don't know, what you mean to me. You are so precious, Adhrit. I can't afford to lose you, not at any cost. Looking at my family background, I can never take risks regarding your safety. People should know that, if they even think of doing something to you, how they'll end up. Consider it my obsession, madness, over-possessiveness, or over-protectiveness — whatever it is, it's just for you…"

He immediately understood, that she was being protective — not possessive — because she didn't want anything to happen to him.

He knew she was remembering, what her father had told her about her grandmother, and she was simply scared for his safety after today's incident.

And he also knew, she wasn't wrong in her place, because sooner or later, the truth of him being her husband would come out — and then, he would become the prime target of her family's enemies.

He said nothing. He just wrapped his arms around her, and enveloped her in a warm, comforting embrace.

As soon as she felt his arms around her, her body instantly relaxed under his soothing touch.

His hold tightened around her fragile yet fiery frame, feeling the way her breath slowly turned calm against his chest.

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist — the whispers, the problems, the heavy shadows of the past — none of it mattered. It was just her desperate grip on him, and his silent vow not to let her drown in her own darkness.

Her fingers clutched the back of his shirt tightly, as if he were the only anchor keeping her tethered to sanity.

He could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat — rapid and uneven — colliding with his own.

Her words still echoed in his mind: Mine to protect. Mine to keep safe.

He knew, Anaisha Mehrotra was a storm. A storm too violent, too consuming for anyone to withstand. And yet, here he was — not resisting, not running — just standing in the very heart of it, letting her winds tear through him, letting her obsession chain him instead of breaking free.

"Anaisha…" he whispered finally, his voice low, soft, and uncertain, whether it would soothe her or ignite her further.

Her head tilted slightly against his shoulder, her grip loosening only a fraction. “Don't… just don't tell me not to do this again, because I won't stop myself, if it's about you. You're my priority." she breathed, her voice fragile yet edged with steel.