Love Feels Like Obsession: AHAAN X JANHVI

"Every compliment she earns is his excuse to punish her, yet she can't resist because he owns every part of her."

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Janhvi walked through the hospital corridors, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Compliments were thrown at her like confetti "Great job today, Dr. Janhvi," "You handled that case perfectly." She smiled politely, hiding the tremor in her chest.

Because she knew. She knew exactly what awaited her at home.

Ahaan. The man everyone saw as quiet, obedient, simple - her assistant in the hospital but behind the closed doors of their home, he was obsession incarnate. Every compliment, every polite smile she received during the day, was counted, remembered, and punished.

That evening, as she entered their apartment, the air felt heavier. Ahaan's eyes pierced her like knives.

"Tumhari muskaan sirf mere liye hai, samjhi, Jaan?" he whispered, his voice soft yet commanding.

Janhvi's lips trembled. She wanted to run, but her heart betrayed her. Somewhere deep inside, she didn't want to escape.

And tonight, for the first time, she would feel just how much he owned her.

The 5 slaps came first sharp, controlled, deliberate, landing on her back and breasts. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Every thud against her skin was a mixture of pain and... something else. Something she couldn't explain.

"Sir..." she whispered, the word tasting like both fear and desire.

Ahaan leaned closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Tumhari obedience meri duniya ka qanoon hai, Jaan. Aur tum... meri ho, sirf meri."

Janhvi shivered. She was terrified, trembling under his hands, yet addicted to the way he possessed her.

Tonight was just the beginning.