It’s been six months now. The pain, the fear, the nightmares—they all faded away with time. I am fully recovered, both physically and emotionally. But more than that, my relationship with Ashtram has grown stronger than ever.
I never imagined that the obsessive, possessive, and dangerously intense man I fell for would also be the same man who could love me so fiercely. There was still a darkness in him, but I had learned to embrace it—because I knew, in his heart, I was his light.
Today, we were at a luxurious beachside resort to attend Megha and Vedant’s wedding. My best friend was finally marrying the man who had loved her unconditionally. Happiness was in the air—laughter, joy, and the vibrant energy of celebration surrounded us.
Today, we were at a luxurious beachside resort, celebrating Megha and Vedant’s wedding. My best friend was finally marrying the love of her life, and I couldn’t be happier for her.
"Hold still, Megha," I said, securing the last pin in her bridal lehenga. "You look breathtaking."
She turned to the mirror, her eyes shining with emotion. "Do I? I feel so nervous, Niranya. What if I trip? What if I mess up the vows?"
I chuckled, squeezing her shoulders. "Vedant will catch you before you even fall. And as for the vows… he already loves you more than words can express. Just be yourself."
Megha sighed, relaxing slightly. "You always know what to say. No wonder Ashtram is so obsessed with you."
At the mention of his name, warmth bloomed in my chest. Yes, obsessed was the right word.
As I reached for her jewelry box, she suddenly grabbed something from it and turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Wait a second… this," she held up a delicate gold waist chain, "is perfect for you."
I frowned. "Megha, this is your wedding day. Why are you focusing on me?"
She smirked. "Because I want my best friend to have some fun. You know, men get insanely obsessed when their wives wear this." She leaned closer, whispering, "If a wife wants… she can drive her husband crazy too."
I raised an eyebrow, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Tease Ashtram? Are you out of your mind?"
She burst into laughter. "Oh, come on! He’s already mad for you. But imagine him seeing this on you… He won’t be able to keep his hands off." She winked. "Try it. Watch him burn."
I hesitated, biting my lip. Ashtram was possessive, obsessive, and territorial when it came to me. Would this be pushing him too far?
"Megha, I don’t want to get eaten alive in the middle of your wedding."
She laughed harder. "Trust me, I’d love to see him lose control for you. But don’t worry, you can handle him, right?"
I stared at the waist chain, my mind already playing scenarios I shouldn’t be thinking about.
A challenge.
A slow smile crept onto my lips.
"Fine. Let’s see if Ashtram Niranya Raghuvanshi can handle this."
And so, I wore it.
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Later That Evening
The wedding was nothing short of a fairytale. Golden fairy lights shimmered above, casting a soft glow on the floral decorations, while the sound of laughter, music, and the ocean waves blended into a mesmerizing symphony.
Megha looked breathtaking in her bridal attire, and as her best friend, I was honored to be by her side, helping her get ready.
But right now, my focus wasn’t on the wedding.
It was on my obsessive devil.
Ashtram Raghuvanshi—my dangerously possessive, insanely hot, and uncontrollable hubby.
And tonight, I decided to test just how much control he truly had.
Instead of my usual style, I chose something different—a royal blue lehenga, adorned with silver embroidery. The fabric hugged my waist perfectly, emphasizing my curves in a way that I knew he wouldn't be able to ignore. But the real weapon?
A delicate gold waist chain, resting low against my skin.
"Men get obsessed over this, Niranya," Megha had said with a wicked smirk while handing it to me. "And if a wife wants, she can drive her husband crazy."
Well, it was time to see if that was true.
As I walked through the venue, gracefully moving between guests, I could feel his eyes on me before I even saw him. That intense, scorching gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.
And when I finally looked up—
Oh. My. Hubby.
Standing across the crowd, my obsessive devil was watching me like a predator who had just found his prey.
Dressed in a black sherwani with intricate silver detailing, he looked like a dark king, exuding raw power and danger. His blue eyes were burning, locked onto me with a silent, possessive promise.
His jaw was clenched, his fingers curling and uncurling as if restraining himself from crossing the distance between us.
Oh, my poor hubby was suffering.
I bit my lip, pretending to be oblivious as I adjusted my bangles, making sure my movements caused the waist chain to peek out just a little.
His entire body tensed.
I could practically hear his thoughts. "Wifey, you have no idea what you're doing to me."
Except I did.
And I was loving every second of it.
I turned slightly, letting my dupatta shift just enough to reveal more of the chain, and then—I walked away.
That was his breaking point.
Before I could take another step, I felt him right behind me—his warmth, his dominance, his obsession.
A deep, husky voice ghosted against my ear.
"Wifey."
Goosebumps erupted across my skin. The way he said it—possessive, dark, and full of unspoken desire—made my stomach flip.
I turned my head slightly, tilting my chin up innocently. “Hmm?”
His fingers brushed against my waist, where the chain rested, sending a jolt of heat through me. "You’re playing a very dangerous game, wifey."
I smiled sweetly. “Am I?”
His jaw ticked. "You know exactly what you’re doing."
I let my fingers trail over the chain, pretending to adjust it. The second I did—
His grip on my waist tightened.
I leaned in just a little, whispering, "Enjoy the wedding, hubby. Tonight… I’ll be very busy."
Then, before he could react, I stepped away.
I didn’t have to turn around to know he was watching me with burning eyes, barely holding himself together.
Because tonight, no matter how much my obsessive devil burned with need— he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
As my eyes fall on my angel, a low growl rumbles in my chest. Fuck. She looks so damn tempting, every inch of her body calling to me. The way that golden waist chain sits on her—I can barely keep my thoughts in line. It’s like the entire world has faded, and the only thing left is her, my wifey.
I should take her right now—drag her away from this place—and claim her, so deep. The urge is undeniable. My hands itch to pull her into a private corner, to do unspeakable things to her, and show her just how much she’s mine. But I’m controlling myself. Just a little longer.
She deserves this, this wedding, this celebration with her best friend, Megha. She’s been through so much with me. I’ll let her have this night. But soon, very soon, she will not be able to walk away from me.
I keep my gaze on her as she mingles, a smile playing on her lips, that damn waist chain glistening under the lights. And every time she moves, it drives me insane. The way her body shifts, swaying with each step, that teasing little chain wrapping around her waist—God, it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Her eyes meet mine, and that’s when it happens—the smirk. She knows.
She saunters over to me, every movement purposeful, deliberate, like she’s walking right into the trap she’s set for me. When she gets close enough, she leans in, her voice low, teasing.
"Enjoy the wedding, hubby," she says, her smile wicked. "Tonight… I’ll be very busy."
My entire body goes rigid. Busy, huh? The words hit me like a shockwave, and I clench my fists, fighting the urge to pull her right into my arms. She’s taunting me, teasing me in front of everyone, and she knows it.
God, this woman. She’s driving me wild with every step she takes, that damn waist chain glinting under the lights, dragging my eyes back to her again and again. Every little movement of hers feels like a promise, a temptation I can’t resist.
I let out a breath, keeping my composure—for now.
"Busy, huh?" I mutter to myself, the words tasting like fire in my mouth. I watch her walk away from me, that confident, teasing sway in her hips. Each step seems to echo louder than the last, as if reminding me of just how much I want her.
I force myself to stay put, but the tension inside me is unbearable. Wifey, you’ve got no idea how badly you’re making me ache right now. I know what’s coming, and trust me, it won’t be pretty for anyone else.
As she slips further into the crowd, a low, possessive growl rumbles in my chest. "You’re mine, and tonight, you’ll be busy, Angel. Screaming my name, begging for me to claim you."
The wedding ceremony begins, but my mind is nowhere near the vows being exchanged or the beautiful decorations surrounding us. No, my focus is entirely on the woman who is making this entire event a living hell—my tempting wife.
She’s still in that damn lehenga, the waist chain glinting every time she moves, like a reminder that she's mine. The way she walks, the way she talks, it’s all a damn tease. I can see it in her eyes—she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she’s enjoying it.
Her smile when she catches my eye is like fire. But she keeps playing this game, pretending like she doesn’t know how much she’s driving me insane. She wants this. I know it. She wants to see how far I can go before I lose control.
I grit my teeth, my jaw tightening as I watch her talk to Megha, laughing, blissfully unaware of the storm inside me. Tempt your devil as much as you want, wifey, I think to myself, a dark smile creeping across my face. At the end of the day, this angel is the one who will have to cool me down.
The way she pulls away from me when I move closer, the teasing words she throws my way—it's all too much. She doesn't know it yet, but she’s pushing me closer to the edge.
The vows continue, but my attention is entirely on her. I can see the way she shifts, the way her hand brushes her waist every now and then, like she’s reminding me that it’s still there. I know she’s doing this on purpose. And God, how I hate her for it... and love her for it at the same time.
But tonight? Tonight, wifey, no more teasing. You’ll see how much control I’ve had to hold onto. The moment this wedding ends, you won’t be able to get away from my hold.
I can feel the burn inside me, and it only grows stronger with every second. This game is over, wifey. You won’t win.
The wedding is over. The farewell ceremony has been done. But as the last of the guests start to leave, I know it’s just the beginning. The beginning of something far more… personal.
I can see her—my tempting wife, looking around, trying to find a way out, probably thinking she can escape me now that the chaos is over. She’s trying to blend in, to get lost in the crowd, but my eyes never leave her. Innocent wifey doesn’t realize yet, that this devil is never going to let his angel go.
As soon as she turns her back to walk away, I don’t hesitate. My long strides cover the distance between us in an instant, and I grip her wrist, pulling her into my chest, her back flush against me. The soft gasp she lets out only makes me want her more. She’s trying to wiggle out of my hold, but it’s pointless—no one gets away from me, especially not my wife.
“Where do you think you're going, wifey?” I growl low in her ear, my fingers digging into her waist, feeling the heat of the damn waist chain that’s been tormenting me all evening.
Her breath hitches, but before she can say anything, I drag her through the chaos, ignoring the guests still mingling, guiding her towards the elevators.
“Ash...” she whispers, but I don't give her the chance to finish. I open the elevator doors with a flick of my hand, stepping in with her, my eyes locked on her the entire time. I press the button for our resort room.
The moment the door closes, I waste no time. Without a word, I lift her into my arms, holding her like she’s the most precious thing in the world—and at the same time, the most desired.
I feel her heartbeat against my chest, fast and uneven, just like mine.
“No more teasing, wifey,” I say, my voice dark and commanding. “Now it’s time for the devil to claim his angel.”
I don’t wait for her to respond. As the elevator ascends, I can feel her pulse quicken, her body pressed so closely to mine that I can’t tell where I end and she begins. This is it. No more games.
The moment the door opens, the world outside doesn't matter anymore. It's just me and her. My angel. My obsession.
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