Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 76 - Jeet and Kriya's Marriage

£ Author's POV

£ Six Months Later

Six months had passed, and within that span of time, Mehrotra Mansion, once engulfed in silence and sorrow, had learned to breathe again.

It wasn't as if the grief had vanished totally — the loss of a family member never truly does. It lingered like the faint scent of incense long after the flame had gone out.

Preeti's absence was still felt in every corner — in the untouched embroidery hoop in her old sitting room, in the missing bright sound of her laughter, and in every little memory the family shared.

But alongside the lingering ache, a new warmth had slowly begun to blossom, stitching together the cracks with gentle threads of love and care. The house was no longer merely a structure, it was a home again.

At the center of it all were two people: Jeet and Kriya.

Kriya had been the bedrock, holding the family together with quiet, unwavering strength.

She fulfilled the duties of a mother, a daughter, and, unofficially, a partner. She had skillfully navigated Jeet's heartbroken state — a dark, silent grief that had nearly consumed him — guiding him back, patiently and persistently, to his original self.

She did all this while being the perfect, devoted mother to his child, and a dutiful daughter to Pranay and Barkha, whose weary eyes now held a peaceful glimmer because of her.

The family, too, had transformed under her presence. Kriya had become the thread weaving everyone together.

She woke before dawn to check on the elders, ensured no one, especially Pranay, skipped a meal, and made sure, there was always a reason for a small laugh with Jeet, relentlessly attempting to pull him out of his pain.

Her schedule was a testament to her dedication, yet she never neglected her own family, regularly calling to check on them, fostering a strong, easy bond with Anaisha, and patiently listening to Adhrit's endless work stories, or philosophical musings.

She didn't replace Preeti — no one could have filled that specific, vibrant void. But she had become irreplaceable in her own way, carving out a space defined by her own quiet grace, and resilience.

Anaisha noticed and admired Kriya's every effort. Their relationship dynamics had changed completely over the six months.

They moved beyond their complicated past, growing into sisters, who shared glances of mutual understanding, letting the small rivalries and misunderstandings of the bygones fade entirely.

Adhrit and Anaisha's relationship had also deepened into a beautiful, sturdy bond. To understand each other, words were unnecessary; a shared look from across a room, a simple brush of hands, or the slight shift in their posture was enough.

Adhrit no longer hid his profound care for her behind a veil of professionalism, or familial reserve. Now, his actions and his words openly screamed his love and protective instinct.

Meanwhile, Anaisha had adjusted perfectly into the fabric of the Mishra family, expertly managing both her ambitious office life and her new familial duties.

She had made a special, individual bond with everyone, and the Mishra family had wholeheartedly accepted her as their own, because of her genuine, sustained efforts.

Their love grew steadily with time — a mature, enduring affection expressed not through grand declarations, but through consistent actions and shared, unspoken understanding.

£ Jeet's Room

Jeet stood by the balcony of his room, the late afternoon sun painting his features in golden hues.