Here is chapter 10 of TRISHA:his only obsession.🌷

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Author's POV;



The soft golden rays of the sun slowly made their way into the luxurious hotel room, gently kissing Trisha's face. A slight frown formed on her forehead as the brightness disturbed her peaceful slumber. With a slow stretch, she blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the morning light.

Still lost in sleep, she accidentally turned to her side, and her eyes landed on Kabir.

He was sleeping soundly, his face relaxed, his usual arrogance nowhere to be seen. His slightly tousled hair made him look even more handsome-almost boyish. The strong lines of his face seemed softer, more vulnerable.

For a moment, she forgot everything. She forgot the anger, the betrayal, the past. She just looked at him, taking in his calm features.

"He looks different when he sleeps... peaceful... innocent even," she thought absentmindedly.

But then, reality hit her like a slap.

"No, Trisha. What are you doing? You hate him. You don't love him anymore. He ruined everything."

Shaking her head, she quickly sat up, forcing herself to look away from the man who had once been her everything. She needed to get ready.

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After a refreshing shower, she stepped out wearing a towel, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders. Today, she decided to wear a saree-a beautiful pink one.

She had watched plenty of YouTube tutorials on how to drape it, thinking it would be easy.

But reality? Total disaster.

No matter how hard she tried, the pleats just wouldn't fall right. She struggled, trying to tuck them in properly, but they kept getting uneven.

"Ughh... yeh saree pehnana bhi ek art hai! Yeh YouTube wale itna asaan kaise dikhate hain!" (Ugh... wearing a saree is an art! How do these YouTubers make it look so easy!) she muttered in frustration.

On the other side of the room, Kabir stirred awake. The first thing he noticed? His wife standing in front of the mirror, battling with her saree.

A lazy smirk spread across his lips.

"Madam sherni toh badi badi baatein karti hai, par ek saree pehnne mein bhi problem ho rahi hai." (Madam Sherni talks big, but she's struggling to wear a saree.)

He got up and walked towards her, watching her struggle for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Aap ko help chahiye?" (Do you need help?) he asked, his voice husky from sleep.

Trisha jumped slightly, startled by his sudden presence so close to her. She turned around, frowning.

"No! I can do it myself," she huffed, turning back to the mirror.

Kabir crossed his arms, watching her with amusement.

"Haan haan, dikh raha hai." (Yeah yeah, I can see that.)

Trisha glared at him through the mirror but continued her attempts. After struggling for another minute, she sighed in frustration.

"Fine! Just do it fast," she grumbled, knowing she had no other option.

Kabir's smirk widened as he stepped closer. He took the pleats from her hands, his fingers grazing her waist lightly, making her shiver.

Trisha's breath hitched, but she quickly composed herself.

"Yeh sab nautanki mat karna, bas jaldi karo," she warned. (Don't do any drama, just do it quickly.)

Kabir chuckled but didn't say anything. With expert ease, he folded the pleats neatly and tucked them in securely at her waist, his fingers lingering a second longer than necessary.

Trisha's heartbeat quickened at the proximity. She could feel his warm breath against her neck.

"Itna close kyun aa raha hai?" she thought, feeling suddenly nervous. (Why is he coming so close?)

Once he was done, Kabir leaned in, whispering in her ear,

"Ho gaya, biwi. Ab shakal toh dekho apni, bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho." (It's done, wife. Now look at yourself-you look really beautiful.)

Trisha gulped, her hands clutching the edge of the dresser.

She quickly looked away, not wanting him to see the effect he still had on her.

This morning had started with a silent battle-a battle between hearts that refused to acknowledge the truth.

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Trisha's POV:

After that, he went back to the couch and lay down again. I asked him, "Are you sleeping again?"

He replied, "Yes, anyway, I don't have to get ready like you, so..."

I sighed and said, "Of course, why not? After all, all the troubles are only meant for me... Uhhh!"

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Kabir's POV;



Now, she thinks I have gone back to sleep again, but no... I am very much awake. In fact, I just want to watch her getting ready. So, yeah, I started observing her secretly.

First, she picked up a comb and gently ran it through her long, dark brown waves, smoothing them out. Then, she tied her hair into a loose bun, but a few rebellious strands fell over her face. She tucked them behind her ear with such an effortless grace that I couldn't help but admire her. "Hayee," I sighed internally, completely captivated.

After that, she started her skincare routine. She took a little moisturizer and gently applied it to her face, her fingers moving delicately over her skin. Then, she picked up a bottle of sunscreen and blended it in carefully. Watching her so focused made me smile unconsciously.

Then came the part that always made my heart skip a beat-her kajal. She bent slightly forward in front of the mirror, tilting her face down just enough to apply it precisely. "Uffff," my breath hitched. Her deep black, doe-like eyes became even more mesmerizing with the stroke of kajal enhancing them.

She then started searching for something in her vanity. I noticed her furrowed brows and slightly parted lips as she rummaged through her things. "What is she looking for?" I wondered. And then, I saw it-the small black bindi. She delicately picked one and placed it in the center of her forehead. Damn... this woman, I thought.

Next, she took a lipstick and carefully applied it, pursing her lips slightly before pressing them together to even out the color. My gaze lingered on her lips longer than it should have.

She then picked up a pair of earrings, simple yet elegant, and put them on with ease. And finally, she reached for her hair, untying the loose bun, letting her long, wavy locks cascade down her back freely. The movement was so effortless yet so intoxicating.

And just like that... she was ready. "Oh f**k..." I swallowed hard. She looked like a real goddess.

Before I could process more, her phone rang, breaking my trance. She picked it up and spoke, her voice professional yet soft. I figured it was her PA, Siddharth, as I heard her mention something about an important meeting she had to attend tomorrow. "Okay," she said before hanging up.

A knock on the door caught her attention, and she turned to check who it was. Seeing her leave, I finally sat up and stretched. It was time for me to stop being a secret admirer and get ready myself.

I stood up and grabbed my towel, heading toward the bathroom for a cold shower. "Mujhe bhi ab ready hona chahiye... varna ye chhoti sherni mujhe sunane lagegi," I muttered to myself, smirking as I closed the door behind me. (I should get ready too... otherwise, this little tigress will start scolding me.)

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Trisha's POV:



"Finally, I'm ready," I said to myself, admiring my reflection in the mirror. My pink saree was draped perfectly, my makeup was on point, and for once, I felt satisfied with my look.

Just as I was about to check my phone again, a knock on the door caught my attention. I knew who it was even before opening the door. And just as expected-there she stood, my best friend, Kiara, looked as dramatic as ever.

"Arre, tu itni jaldi aa gayi?" I asked, stepping aside to let her in. ("Oh, you came so early?")

As she walked inside, I noticed Pratiksha right behind her.

"Haan, mujhe laga tujhe saree pehnne mein meri zarurat padegi, par tu toh ekdum mast maal banke ready ho gayi hai!" ki ara said dramatically, exaggerating every word.

("Yeah, I thought you'd need my help in wearing a saree, but look at you! You're already looking like a total bomb!")

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic words and smacked her arm lightly.

"Chup kar tu!" I replied, trying to suppress a smile.

("Shut up, you!")

Just then, Pratiksha stepped forward, her face lighting up with a warm smile.

"Aap bohot acche lag rahe ho, bhabhi," she said sweetly. ("You look really beautiful, bhabhi.")

Her words made me smile genuinely. She had always been the sweetest.

"Thanks, cutie," I replied, pulling her into a quick side hug.

Kiara, being her usual extra self, clapped her hands dramatically.

"Chalo, ab aap dono ka milan ho gaya ho, toh thodi photo ho jaye?" she suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

("Now that you two have reunited, how about some pictures?")

Pratiksha and I looked at each other before answering together, "Yesss!"

And just like that, we spent the next several minutes clicking pictures, posing in every way possible-from elegant, to goofy, to our usual dramatic ones. Kiara, of course, took over as the self-appointed photographer, instructing us to pose like "queens" and making us laugh with her over-the-top directions.

At one point, she made me twirl, and as I did, my saree's pallu almost slipped.

"Oh ho, dekha! Maine bola tha tujhe meri madad chahiye hogi!" Kiara teased. ("See! I told you, you would need my help!")

I rolled my eyes again, fixing my saree.

"Zyada mat bol," I warned playfully.

("Don't talk too much.")

Pratiksha giggled as Kiara clicked another candid picture of us.

For the first time in a long while, I felt lighthearted and happy. The drama of my life was always there, but at least in moments like these, I could forget everything and just enjoy being with my people.

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