BOOK 1 OF OBSESSION SERIES
"Some hearts aren't broken-
they're just built to burn."
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"I will shoot, I swear I will!" I shouted, clutching the gun with trembling hands.
"Rudra bhai..." Khushi's voice echoed f...
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The party was in full swing. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the sharp scent of alcohol filled the air. People swayed to the music, lost in their own high-spirited worlds.
I stood quietly in a corner, detached from the chaos. It wasn't that I wasn't happy about Ashveer Malhotra's success in the business world - I just wasn't interested.
With a sigh, I downed the drink in my hand in one go.
The burning liquid slid down my throat, calming the restless storm inside my head. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, letting the heat drown out the noise around me.
Ashveer Malhotra is my uncle.
My father sent me here to Italy, to his brother, so I could study business under his guidance. On the surface, they're a perfect family - Ashveer, his wife Malti, and their children, Khushi and Karan.
Picture-perfect. But I was never a part of that picture.
Every time I reached out, all I felt was distance. Unseen, unheard, like an extra in a story already written. And slowly, I stopped trying. I built my own walls, thick and high, until one day I realized - I was no longer on the outside. I was far, far away from all of them.
"Why are you here, like a little mouse hiding in its hole, trying to escape?"
Karan's voice came from behind, laced with mockery. Hands in his pockets, that ever-present smirk plastered across his face.
I didn't bother replying.
What was the point?
He walked over, picked up the bottle, and poured two glasses. Without waiting for my response, he held one out to me.
With a sigh, I took it. The last thing I needed tonight was to get tangled in his pointless, smug conversations.
"Don't you feel happy about my father - Your uncle's - success?"
Karan asked, his smirk deepening as he took a casual sip of his drink.
"You know next month, he is making me the CEO of the company."
He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a mock-sympathetic whisper.
"Poor you...the eldest son of the family, yet so jobless, so powerless...just a ghost in the corner."
I clenched my jaw, the burn of the drink still fresh in my throat.
"Would you keep quiet?" I said, my voice low, steady, carrying no emotion - just a warning.
But Karan only chuckled. "Don't like the truth, bro?" he taunted, a mocking edge in his words that made my fingers tighten around the glass.
"You know what your problem is?" he went on, stepping a little closer.
