Eshita: His Only Obsession

In the wealthy Sharma house, Eshita is a secret nobody talks about. While her brother lives in luxury, she is tucked away in a tiny, dark storeroom. She spends her days covering up bruises with long sleeves and her nights counting the few hundred-rupee notes she's managed to hide under a floorboard. She's not looking for a hero; she's just waiting for the day she finally has enough money to disappear forever.

Ekansh Singh Rajput doesn't just walk into a room-he takes it over. He is the "Ice King" of the business world: arrogant, cold, and a man who has never been seen smiling. He only cares about power and efficiency.

Ekansh wasn't looking for love, but once he sees Eshita and the fire hidden in her soul, his protective side turns into an obsession. He decides to take her from her everyone and make her his.
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"I just don't understand, Ekansh,"A relative said, her voice dripping with fake pity. "There were so many girls from noble families. Why did you bring this girl into the Rajput house? She doesn't speak, she has no grace... she looks like she belonged in the servant quarters."

My heart hammered against my ribs. I waited for the insults to continue, but a sudden, heavy thud stopped everything.

"Get Out" he ordered, his voice low and vibrating with power.

"Ekansh, we are just saying-"
"You are saying things about my wife," he cut her off, his voice like a blade.
"Listen to me carefully, all of you," Ekansh said, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "I didn't marry her because she fit into this world. I married her because she is the only thing in my world that is real.

He stood up, walked over to my chair, and placed a firm, heavy hand on my waist. He looked down at me, his thumb brushing against the side of my waist in a way that made my breath hitch. "Eat, Eshu. No one in this room is important enough to make you lose your appetite."