Here is chapter 09 of TRISHA:his only obsession.🌷

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Trisha's POV:



I was standing near the beautifully decorated bar counter, sipping on a glass of juice, when I felt someone approaching me. Turning slightly, I saw Mr. Rajwansh, a well-known businessman, but more infamous for his arrogant and lecherous nature. His eyes scanned me in a way that made my stomach churn in disgust.

"You are looking really gorgeous, Mrs. Oberoi," he said, his voice laced with something that made me uncomfortable. His gaze traveled over me in a way that made my skin crawl.

I forced a polite smile and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Rajwansh." But I could already sense where this was going.

He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. "I must say, you are a lucky woman. Though, I heard some interesting things about your marriage..." He smirked, his tone dripping with mockery. "That Kabir married you forcefully. Quite scandalous, don't you think?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, controlling the anger bubbling inside me. Instead of reacting, I took a slow sip of my juice, maintaining my poise. Then, meeting his gaze directly, I said with absolute confidence,

"You seem to have a lot of free time to listen to gossip, Mr. Rajwansh. But let me clear your doubts-Kabir and I have known each other since our school days, and we love each other. Our marriage is our decision, and no one else's concerned."

I watched as his smirk faltered for a moment. Clearly, he hadn't expected such a firm response. But I wasn't done yet.

I took a step forward and lowered my voice just enough to make my next words hit him where it hurt. "Instead of worrying about my marriage, you should focus on your company. I heard you've been facing a lot of losses these days. Maybe that's where your attention should be, don't you think?"

His face darkened instantly. The amusement in his eyes disappeared, replaced by irritation. He forced a tight-lipped smile, clearly embarrassed. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.

I exhaled slowly, shaking my head. Men like him think they can intimidate women-but not me. Not anymore.

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Author's POV:



On the other hand, Kabir was watching everything unfold from a distance. His sharp eyes had been locked onto Rahul Rajwansh the moment the man approached Trisha. At first, Kabir's jaw tightened, and his fingers curled into fists, but before he could step in, he saw Trisha handle the situation effortlessly.

The way she shut down Rajwansh's insinuations with absolute confidence made Kabir's lips curl into a smirk. He felt a rare sense of pride at how fearless and sharp she was. This was his Trisha-the same girl who never backed down, no matter the situation.

"Mrs. Oberoi," Kabir whispered to himself, savoring the name. She might be forced into this marriage, but she was standing like a true Oberoi tonight.

Later...

After some time, the media gathered around them, flashing cameras and bombarding them with questions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Oberoi, how does it feel to finally be married?" one of the reporters asked.

Kabir glanced at Trisha, waiting for her answer. Keeping her professional demeanor intact, Trisha smiled gracefully and replied, "It feels wonderful. Today was a beautiful celebration, and we are both happy."

Another reporter turned to Kabir. "Mr. Oberoi, what made you fall for Mrs. Oberoi?"

Kabir smirked slightly, his intense gaze resting on Trisha. Without breaking eye contact, he replied smoothly, "If I start talking about what makes her special, I don't think this evening will be enough."

Trisha felt her breath hitch for a second, but she quickly composed herself. The media caught the moment and eagerly clicked more pictures.

After answering a few more questions, they finally managed to excuse themselves and head towards the dining area, where everyone was already seated.

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The Oberoi family and close friends sat together, enjoying a lavish meal. Ranveer Singh Oberoi raised a toast, welcoming Trisha officially into the family, while Prachi Mom and Shalini Chachi fussed over whether she had eaten enough.

Kiara, of course, kept teasing Trisha about her and Kabir's dance, making Trisha roll her eyes and nudge her under the table. Meanwhile, Adheer and Vihaan cracked jokes, keeping the atmosphere light.

Despite the chaos, Trisha felt something unfamiliar-a warmth she hadn't expected to feel in this house.

Finally, after what felt like an endless evening, the reception came to an end. The guests started leaving, and the grand hall that was once filled with lights, music, and chatter slowly quieted down.

As they made their way toward their room, Trisha couldn't shake the feeling that even though this marriage wasn't her choice, something about tonight had changed things.

And Kabir? He knew one thing for sure-Trisha wasn't just his wife by name. She was someone who would match his fire with her own.

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Trisha's POV:



Finally, everything was done-the guests had left, the reception was over, and now I was back in our hotel room.

I have no idea where Mr. Bastard is, and honestly, why should I care? He can do whatever he wants. Mujhe kya farak padta hai?

With a sigh, I grabbed my cutest nightwear and headed straight for the shower. Ugh, today was exhausting! But the warm water hitting my skin was already making things better. I closed my eyes, letting the tension from the day slowly melt away.

After what felt like ages, I finally stepped out of the bathroom, feeling fresh and relaxed in my comfortable clothes. But the moment I looked up-there he was.

Kabir Singh Oberoi.

Sitting on the couch, his laptop open, his expression serious as he typed away. But what caught my attention was that he was still in the same dark blue suit he had worn tonight.

For some reason, I hadn't expected him to respond to the media's questions the way he did. The way he had smoothly handled everything... and then, the way he had remembered every little thing about us.

Yes, we had known each other since class 11, but still... did he really remember it all?

I didn't even realize I was lost in my thoughts, staring at him, until his deep, amused voice snapped me out of it.

"Biwi, mai aapka hi hu. Aap jitna chahe utna mujhe tad sakti hai."

(Wife, I am yours only. You can stare at me as much as you want.)

My eyes widened.

"Mai tumhe nahi dekh rahi thi, samjhe?" (I wasn't looking at you, got it?) I shot back instantly, crossing my arms.

He didn't argue, didn't tease-just hummed in response, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Like he knew something I didn't. Like he wasn't buying my denial for even a second.

Ugh. Mr. Bastard and his stupid smirk.

I sat on the bed, lost in my own thoughts, when I heard Mr. Bastard's voice.

"Main shower lene ja raha hoon." (I'm going to take a shower.)

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Mujhe kyun bata rahe ho? Mujhe koi fark nahi padta." (Why are you telling me? I don't care.)

He just smirked, shook his head, and walked into the bathroom.

I sighed, picked up my phone, and started scrolling through it. Maybe I should check my emails or reply to Kiara's texts, but my eyes were getting heavier every second. Before I even realized it, sleep took over.

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Kabir's POV;



After a long, exhausting day, I finally took a shower and stepped out of the bathroom. And guess what? Meri jaan fell asleep while scrolling through her phone.

For the first time in years, since I met Ms. Junior again, I saw her in complete peace. The only time she ever looks this calm is when she's asleep. I know she has her reasons-valid ones. And if I were in her place, maybe I would've done the same. But I had my reasons too. Not that any of it matters now.

For now, the only thing that matters is this moment. The way she looks right now-so vulnerable, so innocent-it's enough for me. I've always thought she looks the cutest when she sleeps. And her eyes... they've always been my weakness.

I carefully took the phone from her hand and placed it aside. Then, I gently pulled the blanket over her, making sure she was warm and comfortable.

But I still had some work left. So, with a sigh, I grabbed my laptop and settled onto the couch to get some work done.

Except, instead of working, my attention kept drifting back to Ms. Junior. I just couldn't take my eyes off her."Lost in Her"

I placed my laptop aside because, at this moment, nothing seemed more important than looking at her-meri jaan. Work could wait. But this sight in front of me? I didn't want to miss a second of it.

Lying there, curled up on the bed, she looked nothing short of a dream. Her long, soft hair fell across the pillow, a few strands resting gently on her face. Her breathing was slow and even, her chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm. The faint glow from the bedside lamp highlighted her delicate features-the way her eyelashes cast tiny shadows on her cheeks, the soft pink hue of her lips, and the innocence that sleep brought to her otherwise fiery expressions.

For years, I've known her-seen her in every possible emotion. I've seen her laugh uncontrollably, argue fiercely, glare at me with frustration, and challenge me with her stubbornness. But this? This was different. This was a version of her that she didn't let the world see. A version that had no defenses, no walls. A version that I had always secretly admired.

Her hand rested lightly on the blanket, her fingers slightly curled, as if she had drifted off mid-thought. A part of me wanted to reach out, to hold that hand, to feel her warmth. But I knew she would never let me-at least not while she was awake.

Her gown had shifted slightly, revealing the graceful curve of her collarbone, the soft skin that I knew would feel like silk under my touch. Every part of her was just as beautiful as the person she was-fierce yet fragile, strong yet soft.

I leaned back on the couch, still watching her, a small smile tugging at my lips. I had always known she was beautiful. But moments like this? When she wasn't fighting me, arguing with me, or pushing me away-these moments made me realize just how breathtakingly gorgeous she truly was.

And even though she would never admit it, I knew she was mine-just as much as I was hers."Falling Asleep to Her Beauty"

I didn't know how long I sat there, just watching her. Every time I thought of looking away, my eyes betrayed me, drawing back to her like a magnet. The way her soft breaths escaped her lips, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face-it was hypnotizing.

Meri jaan... kitni khoobsurat lagti hai jab yeh shant hoti hai.

The world saw her as fierce, independent, and full of attitude. But here, in this quiet moment, she was just Trisha-the girl I fell for long before she ever knew.

I leaned my head back against the couch, still stealing glances at her. The dim light of the room casts a golden hue on her skin, making her look even more angelic. I sighed softly, feeling a strange warmth spread through my chest.

I didn't realize when my heavy eyelids started closing or when the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with me. The last thing I remember was the sight of her peaceful face before sleep pulled me into its depths.

And just like that, I drifted off-lost in her beauty, lost in her presence, lost in her...

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