Rathore Mansion: Obsession Takes Root
The grandfather clock chimed 3:00 AM, but sleep was the last thing on Siddharth Rathore's mind.
He stood by the window, staring at the night sky, his mind replaying every second of his brief encounter with Aaradhya Malhotra.
She wasn't like the others. She wasn't intimidated by him, nor was she impressed. She was indifferent. And that made his blood boil.
Aaradhya Malhotra was a woman he couldn't control.
And Siddharth Rathore hated losing control.
He picked up his phone, dialing Reyansh.
A groggy voice answered, "Boss? It's the middle of the night."
"I want every detail about Aaradhya Malhotra on my desk by morning," Siddharth ordered, his voice ice-cold.
Reyansh hesitated for a second before sighing. "Understood."
As he ended the call, Siddharth took another sip of whiskey. This wasn't about attraction anymore.
This was about power.
And Aaradhya? She had unknowingly stepped into his world.
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Aaradhya's Film Set: The Unwanted Presence
The next morning, Aaradhya arrived on set, ready for another long day of shooting. Dressed in an elegant red saree, she slipped into character effortlessly, her expressions flawless as the cameras rolled.
But something felt… off.
A strange tension lingered in the air, as if someone was watching her.
Her eyes flickered toward the far end of the set, where a man in a black suit stood.
Siddharth Rathore.
He leaned casually against the railing, arms crossed, watching her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
Aaradhya's heartbeat quickened, but she masked her emotions, choosing to ignore him.
The director called, "And… cut! Perfect take, Aaradhya!"
She barely nodded, her mind preoccupied with the unwanted presence looming in her space.
Ashwin, her assistant manager, noticed her distraction. "Something wrong?"
She exhaled, shaking her head. "Nothing. Just tired."
But deep down, she knew this wasn't over.
Not when Siddharth Rathore had made his interest clear.
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The First Move
As soon as the shoot wrapped, Aaradhya stepped out of the studio, only to find a black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting for her.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing Siddharth Rathore sitting inside, his gaze sharp.
"Get in." His voice was calm, but it wasn't a request.
Aaradhya's lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't take orders from strangers."
A ghost of a smirk played on Siddharth's lips. "Then consider this an invitation."
She scoffed. "Declined."
Turning on her heel, she started walking toward her car—only for Siddharth to step out of his, blocking her path.
He towered over her, his presence almost suffocating. "We need to talk."
Aaradhya folded her arms. "There's nothing to talk about, Mr. Rathore."
He took a slow step forward. "You don't even know what I want."
She met his gaze head-on. "I don't care."
For the first time, Siddharth Rathore felt something unfamiliar—frustration.
Women didn't say no to him. Ever.
And yet, Aaradhya Malhotra was standing before him, completely unaffected.
His jaw clenched. "You're playing a dangerous game."
Aaradhya arched a brow. "The only game I play is in front of the camera."
Siddharth exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin. "You will see me again, Aaradhya."
This time, she didn't respond. She simply walked away.
And as Siddharth watched her leave, a dark smile crossed his lips.
The chase had begun.
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Elsewhere: A Darker Threat Lurks
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit apartment, Vihaan sat in front of his laptop, watching Aaradhya's interview clips on repeat.
His fingers trailed over the screen, his obsession growing.
"They're all fools, Aaradhya. They don't deserve you."
He scrolled through her latest pictures, his breathing uneven.
Soon.
Very soon, she would be his.
And if anyone tried to stop him?
He would destroy them.
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