Here is chapter 05 of TRISHA:his only obsession.🌷

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Also English is not my first language so ignore grammatical mistakes and errors. If you want you can correct me in the comment section as well.🍂

Also from the next chapter they are in their POV 💓

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साड़ी के फॉल सा कभी match किया रे

कभी छोड़ दिया कभी catch किया रे

Touch करके touch करके touch करके touch करके

कहाँ चलदी बच कर के

Touch करके touch करके

Touch करके दिल से दिल attach किया र

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Author's POV;



Trisha groaned as the soft rays of the sun filtered through the curtains. She stretched slightly, feeling much better than last night. The cramps weren't completely gone, but at least she could move without curling up in pain.

Just then, a soft knock echoed through the door.

She frowned. "Who is it?"

"Beta, it's me." Prachi's gentle voice came from the other side.

Trisha quickly sat up. "Come in, Aunty-I mean... Mom." The word felt unfamiliar on her tongue, but Prachi's warm smile as she entered made it easier.

In her hands was a beautiful red saree, its embroidery glistening under the light.

"This is for you, Trisha." Prachi placed it on the bed. "Get ready and come downstairs. Everyone's waiting for breakfast ".

Trisha sighed, looking at the saree. "How hard can it be?"

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After a long, relaxing bath, Trisha stood in front of the mirror, her wet hair cascading down her back. She picked up the saree and tried to drape it around her.

Attempt 1: Failed.

Attempt 2: Disaster.

Attempt 3: Almost there... until the pleats slipped.

"Ugh!" She stomped her foot in frustration.

Just then, the door clicked open.

"Having trouble, Mrs. Oberoi?"

Her eyes widened as she turned sharply-only to find Kabir leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?!" she snapped.

Kabir smirked. "Well, I was going to check if you were ready, but it looks like you're struggling." He stepped closer. "Need help?"

Trisha stiffened. "No! I can do it myself!"

Kabir chuckled. "Oh really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're losing a battle with six yards of fabric."

"Shut up!" she huffed, attempting to fix the pleats again. But just as she thought she had it, the entire saree nearly slipped off.

Before she could react, Kabir caught the fabric in one swift motion, his fingers brushing against her waist.

Trisha inhaled sharply. "Kabir-"

"Shh." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he slowly knelt before her, expertly tucking the saree in place.

Her breath hitched when his fingers skimmed her skin, sending an uninvited shiver down her spine.

"See?" Kabir smirked as he stood up. "Told you I'd help."

Trisha glared at him. "How do you even know how to drape a saree?"

Kabir winked. "Let's just say you're not the first woman I've helped with one."

Her jaw clenched. "I hate you."

He leaned in slightly. "Yet here you are, wearing a saree I draped for you."

Trisha grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face. "Get out!"

Kabir laughed as he dodged it. "Fine, fine. But hurry up, jaan. Everyone's waiting."

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The moment Trisha stepped into the hall, the room fell silent for a second.



She looked breathtaking in the deep red saree, her long hair now neatly done, subtle jewelry enhancing her already striking features.

Prachi beamed. "You look beautiful, beta."

"Wow, bhabhi!" Pratiksha clapped her hands together. "You've stolen the show today."

Vihaan smirked, nudging Kabir. "Bhai, control your expressions. You're staring too much."

Kabir shot him a sharp glare, making Vihaan chuckle.

Abhiveer grinned. "We should test him. Kabir bhai, on a scale of 1 to 'completely whipped', how much do you love bhabhi in red?"

Pratiksha added, "If he doesn't answer in five seconds, he fails."

Kabir clenched his jaw and looked at his cousins. "One more word, and I swear you two are getting married off first."

Pratiksha and Vihaan immediately shut up, making everyone laugh.

Trisha, standing beside him, couldn't help but smile-just a little.

For a moment, it felt like things were normal. Like they were a real married couple, without the past, without the pain.

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A dimly lit warehouse The air smelled of rust and blood. Chains clanked against the cold floor as Rahul Mehta let out a choked gasp, his body slumped against a chair, his face battered and bloodied.

"Please... Mr. Oberoi ... I swear it wasn't my fault-"

A sharp crack echoed through the space as Kabir's fist connected with Rahul's jaw, making his head snap back.

"Not your fault?" Kabir's voice was deadly calm. "You stole from me. You leaked confidential deals to my rivals. And now, you have the audacity to beg?"

Rahul coughed, spitting blood onto the concrete floor. "I-I didn't mean to betray you... They threatened me!"

Kabir smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, his expensive watch glinting under the dim light. "Threatened? And you think I don't?"

He grabbed Rahul by the collar, his voice dropping to a whisper. "When you shook hands with me, you made a choice. Loyalty or death. You chose wrong."

A man stepped forward-Adheer, Kabir's right-hand man. He placed a sleek silver knife in Kabir's hand.

Kabir twirled the blade between his fingers, crouching down to Rahul's level. "I could kill you right now." His tone was almost boring. "But where's the fun in that?"

Rahul's breath hitched. "P-please-"

Kabir let out a low chuckle, pressing the cold blade against Rahul's cheek, tracing a slow, deliberate line. "Begging doesn't suit you,mr. Mehta. But don't worry..." He leaned in, his voice dripping with menace. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you were dead."

A single nod to Adheer, and the next round of screams filled the air.

Outside, the city continued as if nothing had happened.

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The Oberoi Mansion buzzed with its usual grandeur when suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the entrance hall.

Kiara Malhotra stormed in, her heels clicking aggressively against the marble floor, eyes blazing with fury.

"Kabir Singh Oberoi!" she roared, her voice shaking the chandelier above.

The family, gathered in the living room, froze. Trisha, who had just descended the staircase, widened her eyes in shock.

"Kiara-"

Kiara turned sharply toward her, disbelief flashing across her face. "How could you, Trish? How could you stay in this house after what he did?"

Her voice cracked with emotion, and before Trisha could answer, Kiara turned her rage back to Kabir.

"You!" She marched up to him, jabbing a finger at his chest. "You drugged me! You knocked me unconscious and kidnapped my best friend on her wedding day! Do you even have a conscience?"

Kabir, leaning casually against the sofa, smirked. "It got lost somewhere between love and obsession,Kiara".

Kiara let out a furious growl, ready to slap him, but Trisha caught her wrist just in time.

"Kiara, stop," Trisha said softly, her eyes filled with emotions.

Kiara yanked her hand away. "Don't tell me you're defending him, Trisha!"

Trisha exhaled, glancing at Kabir, then back at her best friend. "I'm not defending him... but it's complicated. You don't understand-"

Kiara scoffed. "Oh, I understand perfectly! He forced you into marriage! He-"

"And now she's my wife." Kabir's voice was calm but laced with finality.

Kiara turned to him, eyes blazing. "You are sick, Kabir!"

"And yet, here she is... still wearing my sindoor, still in my house," Kabir shot back, tilting his head smugly.

Kiara looked at Trisha, desperate for an answer. "Tell me you don't have any feelings left for him, Trisha. Just say it, and I'll drag you out of here myself."

Trisha opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Kiara's face fell. "Oh my God..."

After a tense moment, Prachi Singh Oberoi stepped in, placing a hand on Kiara's shoulder. "Kiara beta, we understand your concern. But Trisha is safe here. Whatever happened... it's their battle now."

Kiara clenched her jaw. She hated this. But the way Trisha looked at Kabir... it wasn't all hate.

She sighed in frustration, rubbing her temples. "Fine. But if he hurts you, Trisha, I swear-"

Kabir smirked. "She hurts me more than I hurt her."

Kiara glared at him. "Not enough."

A small, awkward silence followed until Vihaan Singh Oberoi chuckled, breaking the tension. "Well, now that the drama's over, should we eat? I'm starving."

Pratiksha grinned. "Yes! Kiara, since you're here, you're staying for dinner."

Kiara shot Kabir one last glare before sighing. "Fine. But I'm sitting as far away from him as possible."

Kabir smirked, leaning toward her. "I'll still be in your line of sight, kiara".

Trisha groaned. "Kabir, just shut up and sit."

And with that, the Oberoi family and Kiara sat together for dinner-an unlikely but entertaining gathering.

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The Oberoi dining hall was lively with conversation and laughter. Trisha, still adjusting to her new reality, sat between Kiara and Pratiksha, while Kabir occupied the head seat, his usual smirk in place. The rest of the family was enjoying dinner when the doors swung open.

Adheer Ranawat stepped in, his sharp gaze scanning the scene. He knew everything-Kabir's plan, the forced wedding, the chaos-yet he said nothing. He simply walked to the empty chair beside Kabir and took a seat, casually picking up his fork.

Kiara, noticing him, narrowed her eyes. "Oh, look who decided to show up. The mastermind's best friend," she sneered, crossed her arms.

Adheer raised a brow. "And you must be the best friend who failed to protect the bride. Great job."

Kiara's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?! Are you seriously blaming me?"

Adheer smirked. "Well, you were supposed to stop him, right? And yet, here we are."

That was it. Kiara slammed her spoon on the table and stood up. "You-"

Adheer smirked wider, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Me?"

And just like that, their bickering began.

"You're just like Kabir-arrogant, manipulative, and full of yourself!" Kiara snapped.

"And you're loud, dramatic, and, let's be honest, not very effective," Adheer shot back.

Vihaan and Abhiveer exchanged grins, whispering to each other. "I think we just got free entertainment for the night."

Pratiksha giggled. "Should we start taking bets on who wins?"

Meanwhile, Trisha rubbed her temples, already exhausted. "Enough!" she finally said, standing up. "Both of you, sit down and eat."

Kiara huffed but sat down. "Fine. But I'm not done with him."

Adheer smirked, taking another bite of his food. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it, princess."

The rest of the table chuckled, enjoying the newfound chaos. Kabir, however, just sat back, watching everything with a knowing smile.

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That's all for today🎀

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