Aarav Gupta’s obsession with Aratika Singh wasn’t love—it was possession. From the moment he laid eyes on her, something inside him shifted. She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t seek his attention, didn’t care about his wealth or status. And that made him want her even more.
It Started with simple things—watching her from afar, memorizing her schedule, ensuring he was always where she was. But soon, it escalated. He hated seeing her talk to other guys, hated when she laughed at someone else’s joke. The thought of someone else even looking at her made his blood boil. She was his. Even if she didn’t know it yet.
Aarav controlled everything in his life—his family, his friends, his reputation. And he wasn’t about to let Aratika be the one thing he couldn’t control. He sent away anyone who got too close to her, made sure she had no choice but to see only him. If she ignored his texts, he’d find her. If she tried to avoid him, he’d block her way. If she tried to run, he’d remind her—there was nowhere she could go where he wouldn’t find her.
It wasn’t enough to have her attention. He needed her to fear him, to crave him, to realize that no matter what she did, she belonged to him. And if she ever dared to leave?
Aarav would burn the world down before he let that happen.
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