His Golden Obsession

Prologue

They said the house was built from old money and older blood.

Its walls were lined with imported Italian marble. Chandeliers the size of cars. Silk curtains that fluttered even when the windows were closed. It looked like something out of a billionaire's dream.

But to Isha Singhania, it felt more like a mausoleum.

Every hallway whispered a different lie.

Every locked door held a secret with her mother’s name stitched into it.

She hadn’t planned to stay.

She hadn't planned to meet Zayan Malik either.

He was a storm in human form—obsessive, ruthless, carved from silence and fury.

And he claimed she owed him everything.

Her past.

Her name.

Her freedom.

He said her mother had made a deal.

And now Isha was the debt being collected.

But she didn’t believe in debts.

Or in monsters in tailored suits.

Until she realized—

> Monsters don’t always growl.

Sometimes, they whisper.

And sometimes, they love you so hard, it looks like hate.

Now, locked in a city of glass and gold, Isha has one rule: survive.

But survival comes at a cost.

And the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it is to tell:

Is he her captor?

Or her cure?

One thing is certain:

> This isn’t a love story.

It’s an obsession story.

And the price of escape... is her heart.