Boundless Obsession

Chapter : 5 Day 3: The Farmhouse Night

Chapter: 5

Series: Boundless Obsession

By: NIYA

8:00 PM. VSR Farmhouse. Outskirts of Mumbai.

The gates opened on their own.

Niya stood outside, clutching her old bag. Her father's words echoed in her head: "Never go to a rich man's house alone at night, beta." But the photo of her father in the rickshaw... that threat was enough.

The farmhouse was a palace. White marble, giant pillars, lights that could blind a village girl. But to Niya, it looked like a monster's den.

Guards didn't stop her. They just stared. As if they knew she was the prey.

The main door opened before she could knock.

Vyan Singh Rathore.

He wasn't in his college uniform. Black shirt, sleeves rolled up. Hair slightly wet. A glass of something amber in his hand. And that same dangerous smirk.

"You're on time, Miss Niya," he said, looking at his expensive watch. "Village girls have no watch, but they know how to follow orders. Good."

Niya didn't move. "Where... where is everyone else?"

Vyan laughed. A low, dark laugh that made the hair on her arms stand up. "Everyone else? Did I invite anyone else? The card said 'just you and me'. Or did your village school not teach you English?"

He stepped aside. "Come in. Or do you want me to come out and drag you in? Like yesterday?"

Niya's wrist still hurt. She stepped inside. The door shut behind her with a loud THUD. The sound of her fate being sealed.

The hall was massive. Chandelier light falling on white sofas. One wall was all glass, showing the dark swimming pool outside. Silent. Deadly.

"Drink?" Vyan offered, swirling his glass.

"I... I don't drink," Niya whispered, eyes on the floor.

"Of course you don't." Vyan walked to her, slowly. Like a tiger circling a deer. "You don't drink. You don't wear brands. You don't know English. So tell me, village girl... what DO you know?"

He was now right in front of her. Niya could smell his cologne again. Mixed with that amber drink.

"I know..." Niya finally looked up. Her eyes were wet but burning. "I know how to fight for my dignity. Even if I die."

For a second, Vyan's smirk vanished. Something flashed in his eyes. Surprise? Respect? But it was gone instantly.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His touch wasn't rough like yesterday. It was worse. Gentle. Possessive.

"Dignity?" he whispered. "I can buy your whole village with my pocket