Ira's POV
They say a woman like me should be protected. Sheltered. Kept away from the world.
I say a woman like me learn to survive in silence.
My name is Ira Oberoi, daughter of Ashok Oberoi – a hotel tycoon for the world, and gatekeeper of my reality.
I was raised in a palace. Sound like fairy tales, right? But is it really a fairytale.
Homeschooled. Curated friendship. No social media. No parties. No real world.
Mr. Oberoi called it protection.
I called it a cage made of gold.
I become a girl kept in a glass box.
Until I met him.
Or…rather, until he found me.
Viransh Singh Rathore.
He wasn’t a man who entered rooms. He owned them. He simply existed and the air shifted around him like it was scared to touch.
Two years ago I saw him first time in a charity gala. This gala was another show of my parents. Silk gowns, whispered politics, money dressed as elegance. I stood beside my father, wearing ivory and obedience. Smiling on cue. Silent on command.
And then I felt it.
That shift. That weight. Like someone had just placed a claim on me. Without asking. When I looked up, his eyes were already on me.
Cold. And Sharp.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He simply watched me like he had just found the answer to a question he never asked for.
I should’ve looked away. I should’ve.
But I didn’t.
And that was my biggest mistake.
Whisper reached me after the gala. He is Viransh Singh Rathore. CEO of Rathore Co. Youngest billionaire in the country. Knows for hostile takeovers and colder relationship.
Untouchable. Unbothered. Unfazed.
And I? I became his Obsession. He’s never said it out loud. He doesn’t need to. I can feel it. In the way my guards get replaced. In the way my world subtly…shift. He watches. He waits. He Move things. People, fate all without touching a damn thing.
My life was never in my control. I’m tired of being a puppet. But I never let a man mess with my mind. Not even Mr. Oberoi. But this man is playing with my mind like no one has ever done before.
And the worst part of it. A part of me wants him.
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