Here is chapter 04 of TRISHA:his only obsession.🌷

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'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowin' what it was

I will not give you up this time

Oh, darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

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The heavy doors of the Oberoi mansion swung open, and Kabir walked in, carrying Trisha like a prize. His suit was slightly ruffled, and his smirk screamed victory.

The grand living room, once filled with casual conversations, fell silent. Every head turned toward them.

"Kabir... what is this?" prachi (His mother's) voice trembled as she took a step forward, eyes darting between him and the tear-streaked face of the girl in his arms.

And then-recognition hit.

"Trisha?!"pratiksha ( His sister's )voice broke through the silence, her eyes widening in shock.

Trisha, still in her wedding attire, felt her stomach churn. She had known them all-before this nightmare began.

Ranveer (Kabir's father) stormed forward, his fury barely contained. "Have you lost your mind, Kabir? You forced a girl into marriage?! In front of her family?"

His mother's eyes welled up as she looked at Trisha, who stood motionless, her fists clenched. "Beta, did he-?"

Trisha let out a bitter laugh, her voice laced with venom. "Yes, he did. Your son kidnapped me from my wedding and forced me into this disgusting marriage."

Pratiksha stepped in between them, her voice shaking. "Kabir, how could you do this? She was one of us! You knew her! And now..."

Kabir simply smirked, unbothered by their reactions. "Now, she is my wife. Accept it."

Trisha took a step forward, her voice cold as steel. "I am NOT your wife, Kabir. Whatever happened today-it means nothing."

Ranveer's voice thundered through the room. "Either let her go, or forget you have a father."

Kabir shrugged, looking bored. "You think I care? This is my house, my rules. And she's staying."

Just then, a phone rang. ragini answered, her face pale. "It's Trisha's mother... she's begging us to send her back."

Trisha's breath hitched, her mother's cries echoing from the phone. But before she could say anything, Kabir snatched the phone.

"Mrs. Singhaniya , your daughter belongs to me now. Don't waste your tears." He ended the call, turning to Trisha. "Welcome home, Mrs. Kabir Singh Oberoi."

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The grand Oberoi mansion was still buzzing with tension from the shocking forced wedding. The whispers of the servants, the silent glares from family members, and the heavy atmosphere in the air did nothing to comfort Trisha. She was now in Kabir's room-his space, his territory-but she refused to acknowledge it.

She sat curled up on the cold marble floor, her body trembling from pain. A sharp, unbearable ache spread through her lower stomach, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Great. As if this nightmare wasn't enough, now my periods had to make an entrance too.

Her heavy wedding jewelry still clung to her skin, her bridal lehenga felt suffocating, and the exhaustion from the day's events drained her completely.

The door swung open.

Kabir stepped inside, expecting to see his defiant wife pacing around in anger or plotting an escape. But what he saw instead made his smirk fade instantly.

Trisha was curled up on the floor, her face pale, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. He noticed the way she clutched her stomach, her fingers trembling slightly.

For a moment, he just stared at her. His arrogant, playful demeanor was gone.

"Jaan?" His voice was softer this time.

She didn't respond. She was in too much pain to even throw an insult his way.

Kabir's jaw clenched. Without another word, he moved toward her, bending down. Before she could protest, he scooped her up in his arms effortlessly.

"What the hell are you doing?! Put me down!" She weakly hit his chest, but her strength was no match for him.

Kabir sighed. "You're obviously in pain. Stop acting tough."

He gently placed her on the bed, adjusting the pillows behind her. The warmth of the soft sheets was a stark contrast to the cold floor.

Trisha hated this. She hated the fact that her body was betraying her, that she couldn't fight him right now. And most of all, she hated the concern in his eyes.

"Stay here," he said, pulling off his blazer and rolling up his sleeves.

Before she could even snap at him, he walked to his closet and pulled out a fresh T-shirt and a pair of soft sweatpants. He tossed them on the bed beside her.

"Wear these. Your wedding lehenga looks heavy, and I know you didn't bring your things."

Trisha blinked at him, shocked. She had expected him to be cruel, controlling-but this? This was... confusing.

Her pride screamed at her to refuse, but the unbearable cramps won over her ego. Wordlessly, she grabbed the clothes and turned her back to him.

Kabir took the hint and walked to the balcony, giving her privacy.

After a few moments, she spoke. "I... I need..." Her voice trailed off, embarrassment creeping in.

Kabir turned back, raising an eyebrow. "You need what?"

She looked anywhere but at him. "Sanitary pads..."

For the first time that night, Kabir looked surprised.

And then, to her complete shock-he just nodded. "Okay. Stay here, I'll be back."

"Wait-you're going to-?" But he was already walking out the door.

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An Hour Later...

The door creaked open again, and Trisha, now in his oversized T-shirt, sat up slightly.

Kabir walked in holding a shopping bag. Without a word, he placed it on the bed beside her. She peeked inside, expecting just the sanitary pads.

But there was more.

Her favorite chocolate. The brand of ice cream she always ate during her periods. A heating pad. A bottle of warm water.

Trisha swallowed hard, feeling an unfamiliar tightness in her chest. "Why.. I don't need this mr.bastard ?" She hated how weak her voice sounded.

Kabir sat on the edge of the bed, shrugging. "Because I know you always crave for chocolates and ice cream when you are on your period ms.junior ."

His words made her chest tighten even more.

She wanted to hate him. She should hate him. But for the first time since this nightmare began, she felt something far more dangerous.

Confusion.

Because if this man-this arrogant, forceful, possessive man-could kidnap her, threaten her, and yet take care of her like this...

Then maybe, just maybe, he wasn't the villain she had painted him to be.

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The Morning After - A Battle of Power & Care

The golden morning light streamed through the large windows of the Oberoi mansion as Trisha slowly made her way down the grand staircase. Every step was careful, her hands gripping the railing tightly. The cramps were worse than last night, and she could feel the dull ache radiating through her lower stomach.

But she wouldn't show weakness. Not in front of them. Not in front of him.

She had barely made it halfway down when a sharp wave of pain struck her, making her legs freeze in place. She inhaled sharply, trying to compose herself, but before she could react-

Strong arms suddenly lifted her off the ground.

Trisha let out a surprised gasp as Kabir swept her into his arms in one swift motion.

"What the-put me down, Mr.bastard !" She struggled weakly, but he didn't even flinch.

"Stop acting stubborn, jaan," he muttered, carrying her down effortlessly. "You were about to collapse in the middle of the stairs."

Trisha's face burned as she glanced around. The entire Oberoi family was already at the dining table, watching the scene unfold. Some were shocked, others-like Kabir's younger sister-were trying not to smile.

Kabir walked straight to the dining table and gently placed her down on a chair. He pulled another chair beside her and sat down, completely ignoring her furious glares.

"You're acting like I'm dying, Kabir."

"You're acting like you're fine ms.junior ," he shot back, his voice calm but firm.

Before she could retort, Prachi Oberoi (Kabir's mother) smiled warmly at Trisha.

"Trisha beta, now that you're officially part of the family, we would love it if you did your first rasoi today."

Trisha opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Kabir's voice cut through the air.

"No."

Everyone turned to him in surprise.

"What do you mean, no?" Prachi asked, frowning slightly.

Kabir leaned back, arms crossed. "She's not doing anything today. She's not well." His tone left no room for argument.

Trisha's jaw tightened. She wasn't some weak, helpless girl who needed protection. But before she could argue, his hand found hers under the table, giving a slight squeeze.

It wasn't dominance. It wasn't control.

It was... concern.

For the first time in hours, she fell silent.

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Just as breakfast was finished, the front doors of the mansion slammed open.

Everyone turned in shock as Rohit singhaniya (Trisha's father) stormed in, rage burning in his eyes.

And in his hand? A gun.

Trisha's breath caught in her throat as she saw her father lift the weapon-aiming it straight at Kabir's head.

"You ruined my daughter's life, Kabir! You forced her into this marriage-" Rohit's voice shook with fury.

But before he could say anything else-Trisha stepped in between them.

"Papa, STOP!" She raised her hands, standing directly in front of Kabir, blocking the gun's path.

Her father's face twisted in pain. "Princess , move aside. I won't let him get away with this!"

Trisha took a deep breath, her voice steady. "No, Papa. You don't have to do anything. Because I will take my own revenge."

Silence fell in the room. Even Kabir looked at her with mild surprise.

Trisha turned to face him, her expression cold and determined. "I will make you regret ever forcing me into this marriage, Kabir Singh Oberoi."

Kabir smirked, leaning in slightly. "I'd love to see you try, jaan."

Rohit was about to say something, but then-Trisha winced, her body tensing as a fresh wave of cramps hit her.

Rohit's anger melted into concern in an instant. "Beta? Are you okay?"

Trisha staggered slightly, but before she could fall-Kabir swept her into his arms again.

"You

to rest," he muttered, carrying her effortlessly towards the sofa in the hall.

Rohit watched the scene unfold, realization dawning on his face. Despite everything-despite the force, the arrogance, the control-Kabir was taking care of her.

He clenched his fists but said nothing.

As Kabir placed Trisha gently on the sofa, their eyes met.

Her father was still furious. She was still determined to make him suffer.

But for now?

She let him take care of her.

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As the grand doors of the Oberoi mansion swung open once again, Vihaan and Abhiveer Singh Oberoi strode inside, their expressions filled with curiosity. Behind them, their parents-Naman and Shalini Oberoi-walked in, clearly sensing that something big had happened.

"Bhai!" Vihaan called out, his gaze sweeping across the living area. "What the hell is going on? We heard some crazy rumors about you getting married!"

Abhiveer, the more serious of the two, folded his arms. "And more importantly, why is Trisha singhaniya in our house?"

At the mention of her name, Trisha, who was seated on the sofa, looked up slowly. She was still exhausted, the dull ache of her cramps making her movements sluggish.

Prachi Oberoi, seeing the confusion on their faces, stepped forward. "Sit down, all of you. I'll explain everything."

Naman and Shalini exchanged looks before settling onto the sofas. Vihaan and Abhiveer sat beside them, their eyes darting between Kabir and Trisha.

Prachi took a deep breath. "Yes, it's true. Kabir and Trisha got married last night."

Shalini gasped, covering her mouth. "But how?! And why so suddenly?"

Vihaan scoffed. "And knowing Kabir bhai , this wasn't exactly a 'normal' wedding, was it?" He glanced at Trisha, who was glaring at Kabir with silent fury. "Yeah, definitely not a love marriage."

Kabir smirked but remained silent, letting his mother do the talking.

Prachi sighed. "It's... complicated. But what you all need to understand is that Trisha is now part of our family. Whatever happened in the past, whatever reasons there were-none of it matters now. She is Kabir's wife."

Abhiveer's brows furrowed. "But Chachi, we've known Trisha since school. We all know she-"

"Don't love Me now Kabir?" Kabir cut in smoothly. His voice was calm, but there was a challenge hidden beneath it. "Maybe. But she's still my wife."

Trisha clenched her fists, her anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Shalini hesitated before turning to Trisha. "Beta, are you okay?"

Trisha looked at her for a moment before nodding stiffly. "I will be."

Vihaan sighed dramatically. "Well, this is going to be interesting."

Abhiveer nodded. "More like a ticking time bomb."

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After the unexpected family reunion, Kabir got up to leave for the office.

He turned to Parikshit, his right-hand man and closest confidant. "Stay here. Make sure she's comfortable."

Trisha scoffed. "I don't need a babysitter."

Kabir ignored her, giving one last glance before leaving.

As the grand doors closed behind him, Pariksha sat across from Trisha, studying her carefully.

"You know, I never thought I'd see you here," she said after a moment.

Trisha arched an eyebrow. "Trust me, neither did I."

Trisha swallowed, her heartbeat unsteady. "why did he force me into this?"

Parikshit's smirk faded. "That's something only he can answer but trust me bhabhi he will never hurt you".

Silence settled between them. The exhaustion was beginning to weigh on her again, her body demanding rest.

As much as she wanted to stay alert, to plan her next move-her eyelids grew heavy.

Parikshit watched as her breathing slowed, her body finally surrendering to sleep.

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Trisha was sitting on the balcony, her arms wrapped around herself. She was still wearing his oversized sweatshirt, which looked ridiculously large on her. The cold wind blew against her face, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her chest.

She heard his footsteps before she saw him.

"You're awake." His deep voice echoed through the room.

She didn't turn around. "Unfortunately."

Kabir chuckled darkly. "Still so dramatic, Mrs. Oberoi?"

That made her whip around, her eyes burning with anger. "Don't call me that."

He tilted his head. "Why not? That's who you are now."

She clenched her jaw, stepping closer. "You stole my choice, Kabir. You forced me into this."

His smirk faded slightly. "I gave you a choice, jaan. Marry me, or let your family suffer."

"That's not a choice!" she snapped. "That's a threat!"

Kabir sighed, walking towards her. "You think I don't know that?" His voice was softer now, more controlled. "You think I don't know how much you hate me right now?"

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After some time Trisha was curled up on the floor near the bed, her arms wrapped around her stomach. Her breathing was uneven, her face slightly pale.

Kabir frowned, stepping forward. "ms.junior ?"

She didn't respond.

His jaw clenched as he crouched beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Why the hell are you on the floor?" His voice was softer than usual, laced with concern.

Trisha blinked at him, trying to sit up. "I-It's nothing."

"Don't lie to me." His tone was firm as he helped her sit against the bed.

She looked away. "It's just cramps."

Kabir exhaled sharply. "And instead of lying in bed, you thought the floor was a better option?"

"I was getting water, but then..." she trailed off, pressing her palm against her stomach.

Without another word, Kabir stood up, walked to the nightstand, and grabbed the hot water bottle he had brought earlier. He handed it to her. "Use this."

Trisha hesitated before taking it, the warmth immediately easing some of the pain.

Just then, she noticed something in his hands-a shopping bag.

She frowned. "What's that?"

Kabir smirked, setting the bag on the bed. "Clothes."

Her brows furrowed. "For?"

"You."

Trisha blinked in surprise. "What?"

Kabir crossed his arms, looking unbothered. "You didn't bring any of your things when you married me, remember? So, I bought some."

She hesitated, her eyes moving to the bag. "What kind of clothes?"

He smirked. "Relax, Mrs. Oberoi. Just normal ones. Night suits, some casual outfits, and... other essentials."

Trisha felt her cheeks heat up. "You mean-?"

"Yes, jaan." His smirk deepened. "Sanitary napkins, your favorite ice cream, chocolates. I know how miserable you get during this time."

Trisha's breath hitched slightly. She didn't want to feel anything-not gratitude, not warmth, not even a tiny bit of softness for him.

But damn it, he still remembered.

Even after all these years.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked quietly, unable to meet his gaze.

Kabir's smirk faded a little. He stared at her for a second before replying. "Because you're my wife now, Trisha. Whether you like it or not, your problems are mine too."

She clenched her jaw, gripping the hot water bottle tighter. "I hate you, Kabir."

He chuckled, taking a step back. "Good. At least that means I'm still on your mind."

Trisha glared at him, but he had already turned around, heading towards the closet.

She should hate him. She really should.

But as she hugged the hot water bottle to her stomach, wearing his oversized sweatshirt, sitting in a room full of the things he bought just for her...

She felt something dangerous creeping into her heart.

And that scared her more than anything else.

Why when she just hate the word "love"?

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That's all for today now finally.🌙

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Kabir ? Trisha ?

Also trisha is not a week woman mark my words.💅

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