Obsessively Yours, A Scarred Devotion

People fear Aarav Vashisht because he was born cruel. At least, that’s what the city believes. Cold-eyed, violent, and terrifyingly possessive, Aarav controls the shadows of the underworld with blood on his hands and devotion rotting inside his chest. He doesn’t love gently. He loves like a sickness. Like a cage. And his obsession has always had one name: Sia Malhotra. The girl who disappeared seven years ago after a night drowned in screams and blood. The girl who returns with vengeance in her eyes and secrets stitched beneath her skin. The girl who looks at Aarav like she wants to kiss him and kill him in the same breath. Sia wants revenge against the people who destroyed her life. Aarav offers her his empire, his violence, and every corpse she asks for without hesitation. But the closer they get to the truth, the darker their connection becomes. Because Aarav remembers things Sia doesn’t. Because someone is watching them from the shadows. Because the city whispers about a monster that leaves behind mutilated bodies and love notes written in blood. And because sometimes, when Sia looks into the mirror— she feels like someone else is staring back. In a world where obsession is mistaken for love and brutality feels intimate, Aarav and Sia spiral into a dangerous game of revenge, possession, and madness. But in this story, the real horror isn’t who’s hunting them. It’s what they become when they’re together. She pressed the blade against his chest slowly, the tip resting above his heartbeat. “Pagal hai aap,” he whispered, watching her with dark amusement. “Sirf tumhare liye,” she replied softly. Then she pressed the daggerinto his skin, blood dripped, warm and almost black in the dark as she carved the first letter of her name into his skin. Aarav hissed—but never moved away. Sia leaned close enough for him to feel her breath. “Mohabbat yaad rakhne ke liye log tasveerein sambhalte hain…” “Aur aap?” he murmured. Her lips curved faintly. “Main nishaan chhodti hoon.” Another cut. Deeper this time. Blood slid down his chest as she whispered near his lips— “Taaki jab bhi dil dhadke…” “...tumhe yaad rahe ke woh kisi aur ka nahi.” And Aarav smiled like pain was devotion. “Aapne naam nahi ukeraa, Sia…” “Aapne hume apna bana diya.”