I was consumed by thoughts of her—her smile, which I had only imagined a thousand times; her voice, which remained a mystery; her scent, a fleeting whisper in the rain that still lingered in my mind.
Stepping into my grand bedroom, I closed the door behind me with a soft click. The silence felt heavier tonight. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, watching the amber liquid swirl before taking a slow sip. The burn was sharp, but it did nothing to dull the growing obsession within me.
After some time, I made my way to the bathroom. Under the scorching stream of the shower, I let the water rush over me, hoping it would cleanse this madness. But it was useless—her image was carved into my mind, refusing to fade. I leaned against the cold tiles, eyes closed, surrendering to the memory of her dancing in the rain.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I stepped back into my dimly lit bedroom. Moonlight filtered through the vast windows, casting silver shadows over the dark wooden floors. I pulled on a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, running a hand through my damp hair before walking toward the balcony.
The cool night air did little to ease the restlessness within me. Leaning against the railing, I gazed out at the glowing city below. But my thoughts were elsewhere—on the girl who had unknowingly ensnared me. My Rain Angel. She had invaded my mind, and I knew with certainty... she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
I unlocked my phone, my fingers moving instinctively as I scrolled through my contacts. The moment I found Vedant’s name, I hit the call button, pressing the phone to my ear. He answered on the second ring.
"Ved, there's something... someone I need you to look into." My voice was sharp, urgent. My grip tightened around the phone. "She was there today—the rain girl. I want to know everything about her."
There was a pause before Vedant’s incredulous laugh crackled through the line. "The… rain girl? Ash, after 200 years of living, you’re losing your mind over a girl you saw in the rain for five minutes?" A mix of disbelief and concern laced his voice. "Are you sure this isn’t just something weird—"
"Enough." My voice dropped, low and commanding. "I don’t need a lecture on my sanity, Ved. Just find out who she is. Everything—her name, background, where she lives, breathes, works..." I exhaled sharply, my obsession bleeding into every word. "By first light. Don’t let me down."
A beat of silence. Then, a sigh. "Alright, alright. I’ll see what I can dig up."
I hung up before he could say anything else, my heart pounding with anticipation. The night stretched ahead, long and merciless, every second dragging as I waited for the first glimpse of information about my Rain Angel.
Eventually, exhaustion pulled me toward my bed. I sank into the mattress, my mind replaying the scene in the rain over and over, twisting it into endless scenarios. Each one ended the same—with her, standing before me, no longer a fleeting mystery but mine to know, mine to claim.
The next morning, I sat on the plush leather couch in my study, my fingers tapping impatiently against the armrest. The anticipation burned in my chest, an unfamiliar restlessness coiling through me. Sleep had been elusive, my mind consumed by a single thought—her. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her twirling in the rain, laughter lighting up the darkened city like a forbidden melody meant only for me.
The sharp sound of the door unlocking snapped me out of my reverie. My head turned swiftly as Vedant entered, a thick folder in hand. I sat up, my sharp gaze locked onto him.
"Ved, what have you found?" My voice was steady, but the undercurrent of urgency was impossible to hide.
Vedant didn’t answer immediately. He walked over, settling into the chair across from me before exhaling, as if bracing himself for my reaction. He lifted the folder slightly, fingers drumming against the cover before finally speaking.
"Her name is Niranya Sharma."
The moment the name left his lips, something shifted inside me. A jolt of recognition. A strange, possessive warmth curled in my chest, completely irrational yet undeniable. I let the syllables roll off my tongue, tasting their weight.
"Niranya…" I repeated, my voice softer this time, savoring the way it felt. The name sent a ripple of something deep through me, something unfamiliar yet dangerously intoxicating.
I leaned forward, my eyes flicking to the folder in his hands. Without hesitation, I snatched it from his grasp, my breath hitching as I flipped it open. The first thing that caught my attention was the stack of photographs.
My gaze darkened as I took in the images—candid shots of Niranya walking through campus, her long raven hair cascading down her back like waves of midnight silk. In another, she was laughing with a friend, her eyes glowing with unrestrained joy. My fingers traced the edges of the photo where she stood under the sunlight, her face turned slightly to the side, lost in thought. A strange sense of pride stirred within me. She doesn’t even realize how captivating she is.
But it was the detailed report beneath the photos that truly held my focus. I scanned through it, my sharp eyes absorbing every bit of information.
My gaze halted when I reached the section labeled Family History. My jaw clenched slightly as I read the words.
"She's an orphan," Vedant murmured, as if sensing my reaction.
I didn’t look up, but my grip on the folder tightened.
"No known relatives, no record of her parents. She lives with her best friend, Megha," he continued, pointing to the relevant section of the file.
A slow smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. There was something about this revelation—about her—that made my obsession grow tenfold. A girl with no ties, no family to protect her. Independent, untouched by the shackles of bloodlines and obligations. She belonged to no one… yet.
"She's from Banaras," I murmured, my fingers tracing over the words as if committing them to memory. My eyes flickered with admiration. "And she earned her seat in Delhi College through a scholarship… She’s not just beautiful, she’s intelligent too."
A spark of something deeper ignited within me—pride, admiration… possessiveness. She had worked hard, carved her own path without the weight of a surname or inheritance to fall back on. She was different from the shallow, materialistic women who often tried to weave their way into my world.
I closed the file, exhaling slowly before turning to Vedant, my smirk deepening into something more calculated.
"Ved, arrange for an internship opportunity at her college."
Vedant arched a brow, leaning back in his chair. "An internship? For her?" His tone carried a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "What exactly are you planning?"
I leaned back against the couch, steepling my fingers as I stared at him.
"Something prestigious enough to catch her eye." My voice was smooth, laced with quiet authority.
Vedant studied me for a long moment before nodding. "It’s done, Ash. The internship offer is waiting for her at the college." He exhaled, rubbing his temple. "But… why? What’s the point of all this?"
I chuckled, tilting my head slightly as I leaned in.
"The point, my dear Ved, is that she'll be right under my nose." My voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper, dark amusement flickering in my eyes. "An internship at our headquarters… She'll have no choice but to interact with me regularly."
Vedant let out a small scoff, shaking his head. "You’re ridiculous."
But I wasn’t listening anymore. My attention was solely on the rain pattering against the large window behind Vedant. My Rain Angel… She had unknowingly stepped into my world, and now, there was no turning back.
Under my breath, I murmured, my gaze fixated on the night sky, "Now, no one can take her away from me… My Rain Angel will be all mine."
My fingers tightened around the report, a silent vow forming on my lips. My expression turned serious, my usually sharp eyes softening into something darker—something protective, obsessive. "My innocent Rain Angel... so pure, so untouched by the cruelty of this world. Only I can protect her, keep her safe from the vultures circling, waiting to tear her apart."
A shiver of anticipation coursed through me as I leaned against the windowpane, watching the city stretch endlessly before me. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle, but its scent still lingered in the air—fresh, intoxicating.
"Soon, my Rain Angel… very soon," I murmured to myself, the weight of my words settling deep in my chest. "Our fates are intertwined, and I won’t rest until you’re by my side. Until you’re mine."
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