Kiara: His Unyielding Obsession

⚠️ Warning: This story contains mature themes, if you're uncomfortable please leave immediately.. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ Book One Of 'His' Series. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was past midnight when the storm finally touchded down. Not the kind that rattled windows and cracked the sky open. No this one crept-slow and suffocating. The kind that bloomed in silence and stayed behind you ribs like it belonged there. The light in their bedroom was dim. The curtains drawn. The air smelled of petrichor and vetiver-his colonge lingered in the sheet, familiar and foreign-all at once. Kiara sat at the edge of the bed, her back to the door, her silk saree from the evening still clinging to her skin. Her earrings had gone, bindi had long smudged. Her blouse was undone at the neck like she had tried to breathe-and failed. The mirror in front of her caught her reflection in fragments. She didn't look up. Not yet. The door creaked behind her. He was there. Quiet. Inevitable. The presence she still felt even when he wasn't in the room. Abhimaan. He didn't speak. Just walked past her, pured himself a drink-the whiskey she always hated-and leaned by the window, watching the storm roll in. She could feel his gaze through the reflection. Still she said nothing. Not until he broke the silence. "I used to dream of this," he said, his voice low. "Not the storm. Not the silence. Just... a home. You. My name on your finger and maang." She flinched. A pause. Her eyes flickered up to meet his in the mirror. And just for a second, her mask cracked. She still loved him. That was the cruelest part. And she hated herself for it. But the words that left her lips were colder. "Dreams die, Abhimaan." He stepped forward slowly, glass in hand, until he was behind her. She didn't turn around. Not when his fingers ghosted over her shoulder. Not even when he tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "Not all of them," he murmured. "Some of them just learn how to bleed slower." She closed her eyes. Because if she looked at him any longer, she'd fall apart. And she'd already done that once before. . . . . . . Tropes:- Mafia X Lawyer Brother's Bestfriend Marriage of Convenience/ Forced Marriage. Ex-boyfriend Obsessed ML Second Chance Age Gap Slow Burn . . ©all rights reserved. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~