Prologue #1
Someone:
What Obsession meant to you?
Viransh Singh Rathore :
Obsession, They say obsession is for those who are desperate. For men who have nothing to live for.
That’s a lie. Obsession is for the powerful. For men who already have everything but want that one thing can’t be owned by power only.
Her.
Ira Oberoi
Daughter of Ashok Oberoi. He owns a vast network of hotels across the world. He kept her like a precious gems. Homeschool, but let her do her graduation where she wants, but untouched by the real world. No social media. No friends without background checks. The kind of upbringing that turns girls into myths.
And myths turned into Obsession.
I’m Viransh Singh Rathore. CEO of the Rathore corporation Pvt. Ltd. Youngest to take the helm, richest in my family line, and loneliest basterd in this world. I wasn’t loneliest until I saw her.
I build empires. I tear them down just to watch them crumble. But her? She made me hesitate.
And that was the first red flag for me.
They say obsession starts slow. A glance, a whisper a name that echoes in your head a little too long. But with her it started like a firecracker to the chest. No build-up, No warning.
Just a detonate.
I saw her for the first time at a charity gala two years ago. She stood beside her father, cloaked in silk and silence, her eyes scanning the crowd like she already wanted to leave. She didn’t belong there.
She looked at me once. Not long. But enough.
Enough for the Strom to begin.
Obsession, they say it is a sickness.
Maybe it is.
But Obsession is also clarity. A single flame that refuses to go out, no matter how dark the room gets. It’s not love – not yet. It’s hunger sharpened by purpose. It’s knowing that no one can touch what you’ve claimed in silence.
But if loving her like this is wrong. I’ll break the rules. Because rules are never meant for me especially when it comes to her.
I’ll lock every door, burn every bridge, and silence every voice that tries to take her from me.
