Here is chapter 07of TRISHA:his only obsession.🌷

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Prem ke rang main aisi dubi...

Prem ke rang main aisi dubi, bin gaya ek hi roop

Prem ke rang main aisi dubi, bin gaya ek hi roopPrem kii mala japate japate aap bani main shyaam

Saanson kii mala pa samaron main pii kaa naamPritam kaa kuch dosha naheen hai, wo to hai nirdosh

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Trisha's POV;

After dinner, everyone went to their respective rooms, and I also made my way to Mr. Bastard's room-which, technically, is now my room too.

Kabir seemed busy with an important call, so I ignored him and sat on the bed.

It had been days since I last talked to Mumma. The first two days, I didn't have my phone, and today, office work and meetings kept me occupied. Although Ranveer Uncle-I mean, Papa-had already informed me that he had spoken to Mumma and Papa and even invited them for tomorrow's reception, I still wanted to hear her voice myself.

I quickly dialled her number.

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Mumma (worriedly): "Trisha! Beta, aap thik hai na?" (Trisha! Are you okay, dear?)

Me: "Haan Mumma, mai bilkul thik hoon." (Yes, Mumma, I'm perfectly fine.)

Mumma (sighing): "Pata hai jab Ranveer ji ka phone aaya tha tab tak mai kitni tension mai thi. Tu itni badi baat bina bataye kaise kar sakti hai?" (Do you know how worried I was before Ranveer Ji called? How could you make such a big decision without telling me?)

Me: "Mumma, mai samjha nahi sakti par jo bhi hua usme meri bhi marzi thi." (Mumma, I can't explain everything, but this was also my decision.)

Mumma: "Sach keh rahi hai na? Kabir ne tujhe force toh nahi kiya?" (Are you telling the truth? Kabir didn't force you, right?)

I paused for a second, biting my lip. How could I tell her the truth?

Me (forcing a smile): "Mumma, sab thik hai. Aap reception ke liye aa rahi ho na?"

Mumma: "Haan beta, tera Papa aur mai kal aayenge. Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna, agar kabhi bhi tujhe kuch bura lage, toh bina soche mujhe bata dena." (Yes, dear, your father and I will be there tomorrow. But remember one thing-if anything ever bothers you, don't hesitate to tell me.)

Me (softly): "Haan Mumma, mai aapse zaroor baat karungi." (Yes, Mumma, I will definitely talk to you.)

After a few more exchanges, I finally ended the call. A strange ache settled in my chest. Talking to Mumma always brought comfort, but today, I felt suffocated.

To distract myself, I immediately dialed Kiara's number.

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Kiara (dramatically): "Hello, Mrs. Oberoi!"

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, Kiara."

Kiara (teasingly): "Oho! Ab to tune accept bhi kar liya ki tu Oberoi family ki bahu hai." (Oh! Now you've even accepted that you are the daughter-in-law of the Oberoi family!)

Me: "Main tere muh nahi lagne vali." (I am not going to argue with you.)

Kiara: "Par yaar, tu sach mai thik hai na? Tujhe dekh ke lagta hai ki tu maze mai hai, par mai jaanti hoon tujhe." (But seriously, are you okay? You look fine from the outside, but I know you.)

Me (sighing): "Bas... chal raha hai sab." (Just... managing everything.)

Kiara: "Mujhe bata, kya karna hai? Us Mr. Bastard ko uthake kahi fek du?" (Tell me, what do you want me to do? Should I kidnap Mr. Bastard and throw him somewhere?)

I chuckled slightly. "Nahi re, itna bhi koi accha idea nahi hai." (No, that's not really a great idea.)

Kiara (grinning): "Pakka? Kya pata tujhe aaj nahi toh kal Fir pyaar ho jaye usse?" (Are you sure? What if you fall in love with him again someday?)

Me (annoyed): "Chup reh! Aisa kuch nahi hone vala." (Shut up! Nothing like that is going to happen.)

We kept talking about random things for a while-about her life, my office, and the reception tomorrow. Talking to Kiara always made me feel lighter.

Just as we were laughing over something ridiculous, Mr. Bastard walked in.

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Kabir raised an eyebrow. "Kisse baat kar rahi hai aap ?" (Who are you talking to?)

I glared at him. "Tumse matlab?" (Why do you care?)

He crossed his arms and smirked. "Mujhe toh sabse zyada matlab hona chahiye. Aap meri wife ho." (I should care the most. You're my wife.)

Kiara (over the phone, sarcastically): "Haww! Itna possessive? Trisha, tu ne mujhe bataya nahi ki Mr. Bastard itne cute bhi ho sakte hai!" (Oh wow! So possessive? Trisha, you never told me Mr. Bastard could be this cute!)

I groaned. "Kiara, tu chup reh." (Kiara, shut up!)

Kabir chuckled, clearly enjoying my irritation. "Waise bhi, aap ab phone rakh sakti hai . Kyunki aap ki baatein sunne ka time sirf mujhe hona chahiye." (Anyway, you can end the call now. Because I should be the only one who gets to hear you talk.)

I rolled my eyes. "Tumhe koi aur kaam nahi hai kya?" (Don't you have any other work?)

He smirked. "Abhi kaam bas aap ho." (Right now, my only work is you.)

I groaned in frustration. Instead of arguing further, I decided to ignore him, ended the call, and lay down on the bed.

Kabir turned off the lights and settled on his side. I could feel his presence beside me, but I was too tired to care.

Slowly, my exhaustion took over, and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep...

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Next morning;

Trisha wakes up, still feeling irritated from the previous night. As she steps out of the washroom, Kabir is already dressed in a crisp suit, checking his phone. He glances at her and smirks.

Kabir said "Main soch raha hoon ki aapke liye ek red saree layi jaye. Aap usme acchi lago-"

("I was thinking of getting a red saree for you. You'll look good in it-")

Trisha replied (cutting him off): "Mujhe jo pehna hoga, main decide kar sakti hoon!"

("I can decide what I want to wear myself!")

Kabir shrugs, pocketing his phone. "Suit yourself. Bas bhag kar mat chale jaana."

("Suit yourself. Just don't run away.")

She glares at him but doesn't respond.

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Trisha's POV;

Finally, the evening has arrived, and I am getting ready for my reception. As I stand in front of the mirror, my eyes take in the reflection of the breathtaking gown I'm wearing.

A stunning light blue gown, shimmering softly under the golden lights of the room. The fabric is a delicate blend of tulle and glitter, creating an ethereal, almost fairy-tale-like effect. The off-shoulder design accentuates my collarbones, while thin, sparkling straps drape gently over my upper arms, adding a touch of elegance. The bodice is fitted, sculpting my figure beautifully before flowing down into cascading layers of soft, billowy fabric, each layer adorned with tiny shimmering embellishments that catch the light with every movement.

I let my hair down, my soft waves framing my face perfectly, complementing the dreamy vibe of my attire. My makeup is subtle yet sophisticated-a light base, a hint of blush on my cheeks, soft pink lips, and eyes highlighted with a touch of shimmer, making them look expressive and luminous. I complete the look with delicate, small earrings that add just the right amount of sparkle without overpowering the overall grace of my outfit.

Taking a deep breath, I clutch the edges of my gown and smooth it down. I look like a princess-no, a queen. But what irony, right? A forced marriage, a battle of emotions, and now a grand reception that I don't even know how to feel about.

I sigh, giving my reflection one last glance. No matter what happens tonight, I won't let anyone see my inner turmoil.

With that thought, I turn to leave. Time to face whatever awaits me at this grand event.



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After that, everyone left to go downstairs-except for Kiara, of course. She stayed back. After all, she's my best friend.

She grinned at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Waise Trish, ek baat bata... tu koi angel hai kya? Yeh human disguise sirf natak hai na?" (Trish, tell me honestly... are you an angel? This human disguise is just an act, right?)

I rolled my eyes. "Bas kar Kitkat! Itni bhi tareef mat kar, warna sach mein nazar lag jayegi." (Stop it, Kitkat! Don't praise me so much, or I might actually get jinxed.)

She gasped dramatically. "Arey, isliye toh nazar utaar rahi hoon!" (That's why I'm removing the evil eye!) She circled her hands around my face and flicked her fingers aside, as if throwing away negative energy.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Pagal hai tu!" (You're crazy!)

"Pagal toh tere pati ji bhi hai jo itni sundar biwi ki tareef nahi karte!" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. (Your husband is crazy for not complimenting such a beautiful wife!)

I huffed, crossing my arms. "Uska mention bhi mat kar, mood kharab ho jayega." (Don't even mention him, it'll ruin my mood.)

Kiara chuckled but didn't push further. Instead, we switched to discussing work-something normal, something that felt like my old life.

For a while, I forgot all the chaos. But deep down, I knew this moment of peace wouldn't last long.

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Spoilers from next chapter 🌸

"Agar tareef karne aaye ho, toh zaroorat nahi hai. Tumse sunna mujhe acha nahi lagega." (If you're here to compliment me, don't bother. I don't want to hear it from you.)

I chuckled, stepping even closer. "Lekin sach toh yahi hai, aur mai sirf sach bolta hoon, Mrs. Oberoi." (But the truth is the truth, and I only speak the truth, Mrs. Oberoi.)

Her jaw tightened at that name. I knew it irritated her. But I also knew- deep down, somewhere behind all that anger and resentment- she wasn't entirely unaffected by me.

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Tanvii ~🌻