Obsessionnotlove Stories

Chaeyoung Park was never meant to know Kim Taehyung's secrets. One wrong turn. One glance too long. One car crash meant to silence her forever. She survives-but only because forgetting becomes her greatest weapon. Waking up in a hospital bed with her enemy standing over her, Chaeyoung makes a split-second decision: she pretends to have lost her memory. It's the only way to stay alive. But Taehyung doesn't panic. He doesn't threaten. Instead, he claims her-with a single, devastating lie. You're my wife. Trapped in a dangerous game of deception, Chaeyoung must act soft, confused, and trusting while hiding the truth in her mind. Every touch is a test. Every word could be her last. And the most terrifying part? The more Taehyung watches her, protects her, and holds her like she belongs to him... the harder it becomes to tell whether he's hiding the truth from her-or from himself. Because forgetting him might save her life. But remembering might cost her everything.

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.