Chains of Obsession - Chapter 9 (Last Episode)
Chapter 9: Chains of Forever
Love is not always gentle.
Sometimes, it's a cage made of silk and steel.
And sometimes… the prisoner doesn’t want to leave.
The Vanishing
Two weeks after the storm—the world noticed something was off.
Aditya Rathore missed a board meeting. Then another. The media buzzed. Share prices trembled. Security teams reported no breach. His penthouse was untouched. His car still parked.
But Aditya?
Gone.
No ransom note. No trace.
Just... silence.
And somewhere in the mountains, far from cameras, boardrooms, and billion-dollar empires, Aditya and Aditi watched it all on a laptop.
He sat on the floor, Aditi curled in his lap, both wrapped in a blanket as the fireplace crackled.
“They think I’m missing,” he murmured, eyes on the news ticker.
“You are,” she whispered. “From their world.”
He turned to her, brushing a thumb along her cheek.
“And found in yours.”
A House with No Name
They bought a new house under aliases. A property no one would trace. Secluded. Remote. Romantic in the most terrifying way.
A home with high walls. No neighbors. No roads.
Just them.
She painted murals in the hallway—twisted vines wrapping around faceless lovers. He built a hidden panic room beneath the bedroom floor, stocked with supplies, escape plans, weapons.
Together, they carved a life out of secrecy and shadows.
A Ritual of Control
But freedom did not mean the end of their games.
If anything, they evolved.
One day, Aditi woke up cuffed to the headboard again. But this time, she smiled.
“Why, Mr. Rathore,” she purred, “Is this revenge?”
Aditya leaned down, tying her hair back with practiced fingers.
“Not revenge. Just… a reminder.”
“Of what?”
“Who owns whom.”
Their passion became routine.
Love, in their world, wasn’t gentle.
It was fire and poison.
And they both craved it.
Scars and Secrets
Aditya bore scars from his old world—betrayals, backstabs, power games.
But with Aditi, there were no lies. Only sharp truths.
She had been the monster in the beginning.
Now he was.
And she?
She loved him even more for it.
One night, he whispered against her skin:
“Do you ever regret it? Kidnapping me?”
She smiled, eyes half-lidded in the moonlight.
“Only that I didn’t do it sooner.”
“And now?”
“Now… I’d never let you go. Even if you begged.”
“Then we’re cursed together.”
“No,” she whispered.
“We’re free.”
Chains of Forever
They stopped speaking of the past.
No more who started what.
Only what they had now—raw, obsessive, and terrifyingly eternal.
Every day, they lived on the edge of madness.
A ritual.
A vow.
“You’re mine,” he’d whisper.
“Forever,” she’d echo.
And in that dark villa, tucked away from a world that would never understand them…
A monster and his match lived happily ever after.
In their own twisted way.
(The End)
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