Semua Bab Ex-Enemy turned Stepbrother:His Obessison with me: Bab 41 - Bab 47

The luxurious conference room of Zenith Events buzzed with quiet efficiency. The walls were lined with digital screens displaying past projects, extravagant events captured in high-resolution images. The sleek modern space exuded sophistication, perfectly matching the company’s reputation as one of the best in the industry.Raj leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on the manager presenting the theme options for Kiara’s upcoming birthday. He listened intently, nodding at certain details while dismissing others with a mere flick of his fingers. “So,” Raj said, voice firm, “I want this event to be unforgettable. Nothing overdone, nothing tacky. Just pure class.”The manager nodded attentively. “Of course, Mr. Raj Since Miss Kiara is turning 21, we propose an exclusive rooftop soirée at the Celeste Grand. A fusion of luxury and entertainment. A private affair, but with an electric atmosphere. Live music, interactive experiences, and customized elements to fit her personality.”R

…Her eyes were wide, lips trembling for something that made her chest tighten and her knees threaten to buckle.But still, she didn’t say it.Didn’t say stop.Didn’t say don’t.Instead, her silence gave him permission. Again.Raj’s lips hovered inches above hers, his breath warm and ragged against her skin. He could feel her pulse jumping beneath his fingers—erratic, desperate.“I’m not the boy who used to torment you,” he whispered roughly. “But I’m still the man who wants to ruin you.”Saira’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut for half a second at the confession.The darkness he no longer tried to hide.And somehow, it didn’t scare her.“I’m already ruined,” she whispered back, barely audible. “Just not by you.”That broke something in him.With a guttural groan, Raj crushed his mouth to hers again—harder this time, reckless. His grip on her wrists loosened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, as if her body had been aching for this. For him.He lifted her

The boutique glowed with soft chandeliers and velvet carpet underfoot, a luxurious haven in the heart of the city. But while Kiara was darting from one dress rack to another like a woman on a mission, Saira might as well have been floating in a dream.Or more accurately—a memory.A single kiss.Chocolate-flavored lips. A warm mouth. A hand that held her like she was something fragile… and then, suddenly, not fragile at all."You ready?" Kiara’s voice jolted her out of her daze.Saira blinked, realizing she’d been staring at a display of shoes for the past five minutes without moving an inch. “Huh?”Kiara cocked her head, arms full of hangers draped with vibrant fabrics. “Saira, what’s going on with you today? You’ve zoned out like five times already. Are the mannequins whispering business plans or are you just lost in la-la land?”Saira tried to laugh it off. “Just tired, I guess.”“Liar,” Kiara sing-songed, narrowing her eyes. “You’ve been weird ever since breakfast. You’re totally b

The drive back to the Malhotra mansion was a storm of silence.Raj’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Saira sat beside him, wrapped in Adrian’s jacket—an insult he couldn’t tolerate. Every second it stayed on her shoulders, his fury deepened.As soon as they pulled into the mansion driveway, Raj stepped out, opened her door, and without a word, peeled Adrian’s jacket off her. The gesture wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle either—it was possessive. He didn’t speak, didn’t explain. Instead, he shrugged off his own and draped it over her, the warm scent of sandalwood and raw power surrounding her.Saira blinked, lips parting in surprise. His eyes held hers—burning, unreadable.When they entered the house, Raj didn’t let the staff near her. He swept her up in his arms before she could protest.“I can walk—” she murmured.“No chance.” His voice was a low, obsessive growl. Her soft hands gripped his shirt, clinging to him as he strode through the hallway, In her room, he sat her