His Obsession
Chapter 1
Meher Sharma
I’m Meher. 22, literature student, and a firm believer that some stories choose you before you even begin to write them.”
They call me soft-hearted, but I’ve got fire where it counts. I live with my brother Karan—overprotective, loud, and annoyingly lovable. I dream in verses and live in metaphors. But lately... the poetry feels dangerous. Especially when it’s written in his eyes—Aarav Malhotra's eyes. He’s off-limits. Completely forbidden. But tell me, since when did fire care about boundaries?
Aarav Malhotra
Aarav. 28. I build empires, break rules, and bury my past under cold ambition.”
Karan’s been my brother in everything but blood. Loyal. Unshakable. But there’s one line I was never supposed to cross.
Her name is Meher. She’s warmth in a world I’ve kept frozen. Too young. Too pure. Too dangerous.
I shouldn’t want her.
But I do.
And when a man like me wants something... he doesn’t ask twice.
Karan Sharma
I’m Karan. 30. Elder brother, best friend, and the guy who doesn’t take chances when it comes to family.”
Meher’s my little sister, my entire world. I raised her, protected her, and built a life where no one could hurt her. Aarav? He’s my brother too. I trust him with everything I own.
But if I ever find out there’s more behind those looks they exchange...
God help the man who thinks he can love my sister in silence.
The Sharma villa stood like a quiet monarch in the heart of Delhi—majestic, warm, and always bustling with life. Bougainvillea trailed along the wrought-iron gates, and the faint scent of mogra lingered in the humid June air. Inside, fairy lights flickered, soft music hummed from the living room speakers, and platters of sweets and snacks moved from one guest to another.
Meher Sharma
*stepped out of Black car*
Meher Sharma
*sigh of relief*
Meher Sharma
*one hand shielding her eyes from the sun*
Her jhumkas jingled as she adjusted her dupatta and looked up at the house that had once been her whole world.
Two years at university had changed her—her hair was shorter now, her skin tanned from too much sun and too little care, but her eyes still sparkled with that curious warmth. She clutched her duffle bag and walked toward the open front door.
Meher Sharma
*moves her hand to ring the bell*
But before that his elder brother , Karan , nearly tackled her in a hug
Karan Sharma
Meher! God, look at you! You look like you’ve seen all seven continents
Karan Sharma
*ruffling her hair*
Meher Sharma
And you look like a dad of three
*shot back with a grin, dodging his hand*
Meher Sharma
When did you start balding?
Karan laughed, dragging her inside.
Karan Sharma
I didn’t. But thanks for crushing my confidence in front of everyone.
The living room was packed with familiar faces—family friends, neighbors, cousins. Everyone had gathered for Meher’s return, but she was already exhausted.
Meher Sharma
*her eyes scanning the room to find an escape *
Meher Sharma
*that's when she felt it*
Meher Sharma
*A slow, heated kind of gaze that crawled over her skin and made her spine stiffen*
Meher Sharma
*and saw him*
Meher Sharma
AARAV MALHOTRA *she whispered*
He stood across the room with a glass of whiskey in his hand, dressed in a deep charcoal kurta, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the veins in his forearms. His beard was trimmed close, hair styled back effortlessly. He looked nothing like the boy she remembered. No… he wasn’t a boy anymore.
Meher Sharma
*The air in her lungs paused mid-breath*
Aarav Malhotra
*talking with someone and nodding politely*
Aarav Malhotra
*but his eyes were on her*
Aarav Malhotra
*Dark, unreadable, intense*
Their eyes locked—and a bolt of something raw passed between them.
Meher Sharma
*She quickly looked away, her heart pounding*
Meher Sharma
“Who invited him?”
Meher Sharma
*She muttered under her breath to Karan, trying to sound casual*
Karan Sharma
My business partner
Karan Sharma
*Completely unaware of the tension bubbling behind him*
Karan Sharma
And my best friend, remember? Don’t be awkward, Meher. He’s been around since forever.
That was exactly the problem.
Aarav had been the older brother figure when she was a gawky teenager in pigtails. He used to tease her, call her “little Meher” and flick her forehead. But now… now, she was twenty-two. And he wasn’t flicking her forehead. He was looking at her like—
The party went on. Laughter, music, food, and the buzz of conversation.
Meher Sharma
*Couldn't concentrate*
Meher Sharma
*feeling his gaze follow her every time she moved across the room *
She tried chatting with her cousins, laughing too hard at jokes, pretending to be unbothered—but her skin prickled every time she sensed him nearby.
Later, while escaping to the backyard for air, she found a quiet spot near the garden swing.
Aarav Malhotra
I almost didn't recognise you
She turned. Aarav stood there, hands in his pockets, the golden light from the house outlining the sharp lines of his face.
Meher Sharma
*sitting straighter on the swing*
Aarav Malhotra
You look different
Meher Sharma
*Titled her head *
Meher Sharma
Different good or different awkward?
Aarav Malhotra
Dangerously good
Aarav Malhotra
*low voice*
Meher Sharma
*breath caught*
Meher Sharma
*fingers tightened around the chain of the swing*
Meher Sharma
You always knew how to make things weird.
Aarav Malhotra
And you’ve always known how to act like you don’t know the effect you have
Aarav Malhotra
*stepped closer to her*
Meher Sharma
*Meher laughed, nervously*
Meher Sharma
Wow. Look at you. All grown-up and dramatic.
Aarav Malhotra
*smiled faintly, but his gaze didn’t soften*
Aarav Malhotra
You’ve grown up too, Meher.
He said her name like it tasted different now. Like it burned slightly on his tongue.
Silence settled between them like a storm cloud ready to burst
Meher Sharma
*looked away*
Meher Sharma
*pretending to be interested in the wind swaying the tree branches*
Meher Sharma
I should go inside
Meher Sharma
*said softly*
But neither of them moved.
Their eyes met again—and for a heartbeat, the world felt quiet.
**Inside the house**
Karan laughed at a joke someone cracked, blissfully unaware that just outside his home, his best friend and baby sister had exchanged something wordless and dangerous.
The kind of look that changes everything.
The kind that ignites the first spark of something no one saw coming.
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Chapter 2
The music still echoed in Meher’s ears long after the party had ended. The way Aarav looked at her — as if he could read every silent scream inside her — kept playing on a loop in her head.
She paced in her room, pulling the pins out of her hair, the waves falling around her face like a curtain
Meher Sharma
*She muttered, trying to shake off the images of his eyes. His voice*
Karan’s best friend.
Off-limits.
But temptation never followed rules.
Karan Sharma
Wake up, lazy girl!!!
Karan Sharma
*banged on her bedroom door*
Meher Sharma
*Meher groaned*
Meher Sharma
It’s 9 a.m. on a Sunday. Can’t a girl sleep?
Karan Sharma
You promised to help with the pool setup! Aarav’s coming over too, and—
The moment he said Aarav’s name, her heart skipped. She cursed herself for the involuntary flutter.
Meher Sharma
*Heart beating fast*
Meher Sharma
I’ll be down in 10
She didn’t even bother with too much makeup — just kajal, lip tint, and a messy ponytail. Yet she paused before the mirror longer than necessary.
Meher Sharma
Stop acting like he’s someone
*she whispered*
Downstairs, Aarav was already there, standing shirtless by the pool. Laughing with Karan. So casual. So confident.
And then his eyes found hers.
Meher Sharma
*tore her gaze away*
Meher Sharma
*pretending to inspect the flower pots*
But she could feel his stare — not creepy, not overbearing — just… consuming.
Aarav Malhotra
You coming to help or just supervise?
Aarav Malhotra
*he called out*
Meher Sharma
*She raised an eyebrow*
Meher Sharma
I don’t touch hoses or wires. I supervise with style.
Aarav Malhotra
*He smirked*
Aarav Malhotra
Noted, Princess
Karan Sharma
* looked between them*
Karan Sharma
You two getting along now?
Karan Sharma
Yesterday she said you were rude.
Aarav Malhotra
*Aarav raised a brow*
Aarav Malhotra
I was rude?
Meher Sharma
*Folded her arms *
Meher Sharma
You kinda were.
Aarav Malhotra
*stepped closer, just enough to make her breath catch*
Aarav Malhotra
You kinda liked it.
Meher Sharma
*heart racing fast*
Aarav Malhotra
*walked off*
Meher was alone on the terrace, sketchbook in hand, half-heartedly doodling. Her mind wasn’t on her art. It was on that smirk. That voice. That maddening confidence.
She barely heard the door click open.
Aarav Malhotra
Figured you’d be up here
Meher Sharma
You’re following me now?
Aarav Malhotra
Please !!!! *scoffed*
Aarav Malhotra
Your brother sent me to look for the ice bucket. But you’re clearly more interesting
Meher Sharma
* rolled her eyes*
Meher Sharma
Do you ever turn it off?
Meher Sharma
this side of yours
Meher Sharma
The weird one
Aarav Malhotra
* walked toward her*
Aarav Malhotra
*More serious now*
Aarav Malhotra
Why do you hate me already?
Meher Sharma
I don't hate you
Aarav Malhotra
*Nodded slowly*
Aarav Malhotra
But I scare you.
Meher Sharma
*Her voice dropped to a whisper*
Meher Sharma
You don’t scare me.
Aarav Malhotra
*stepping so close she could see the flecks of gold in his eyes*
Aarav Malhotra
Because I don’t plan to disappear anytime soon.
Aarav Malhotra
*he walked off taking the bucket from the terrace*
Meher Sharma
What's wrong with him
Aarav Malhotra
I heard you , Princess
Aarav Malhotra
*looked at her and smirked *
Meher Sharma
*covering her face with her palms *
Meher Sharma
Oh goddd!! Why am I fuckiñg blushing now
*she muttered*
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Chapter 3
The rain had been falling since late afternoon, a soft hush that blanketed the world outside in a muted gray.
Inside her room, Meher lay sprawled across her bed, the ceiling above her an unchanging void, much like the spiral of thoughts pulling her under.
Meher Sharma
*thinking about Aarav*
A soft knock on her door jolted her out of her haze.
Karan Sharma
*opening the door*
He stood there with a steaming mug of coffee in hand, relaxed and utterly unaware that his little sister was in emotional shambles.
Karan Sharma
You are alive, Thank God !!!
Karan Sharma
Thought you’d melted into your mattress or something.
Meher Sharma
*rolled her eyes*
Karan Sharma
Come downstairs later, okay?
Karan Sharma
Few people are dropping by.
Meher Sharma
*Raised an eyebrow*
Karan Sharma
Ria’s getting engaged. We’re hosting it here, kind of informal. Aarav’s helping me pull it off.
Meher Sharma
*her breath hitched*
The name clanged around in her chest. Aarav’s name followed like a shadow.
Meher Sharma
*trying to sound casual*
Karan Sharma
Yeah. It’s all hush-hush for now.
Karan Sharma
We’ll make it official tomorrow, but the families are here tonight.
Karan Sharma
Thought I’d tell you so you don’t bite someone’s head off mid-party.
Meher Sharma
*forced a smile*
Meher Sharma
Thanks for the heads-up.
Karan Sharma
*raised a brow*
Karan Sharma
*sensed something is off*
Karan Sharma
Don’t sulk too long. And maybe—just maybe—put on something that doesn’t scream ‘I hate people’?
Meher Sharma
Engaged? Ria? And Aarav is helping?
She didn’t know what emotion clenched her stomach first—jealousy? Confusion? Something unnamed but just as sharp?
Meher Sharma
*Leaned back against the closed door*
Meher Sharma
*a breath escaping her lips like defeat*
None of this was supposed to matter. But it did.
She told herself she didn’t care. Repeated it like a chant in her head.
Meher Sharma
*slowly opened her closet*
And picked out the one saree she hadn’t dared to wear yet. A deep wine-red wrap saree—subtle but deadly, hugging where it should, draping where it needed to. She didn’t know why she chose it.
Meher Sharma
I don’t want to see him. But if I do… I want him to see me.
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