*Previous day..At Mahir's office*

There's a knock on mahir's office's door and Riya enters

"Sir, someone has sent a bouquet for you" She says as she moves towards him with the bouquet "it has a note as well"

"A bouquet?" Mahir's attention shifts from his laptop to Riya and the bouquet in her hand.. 'An elegant bouquet of deep red roses', looking as if each one was so carefully crafted.

Just then a notification pops on and his attention shifts back to the screen "Keep it on the table Riya.. We have something really important to handle here"

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The day was still young when I found myself pacing the length of my study, the weight of my recent actions and decisions pressing heavily on my mind. The red roses I had sent to Mahir were meant to make a statement, and I couldn't stop thinking about how he might interpret them.

Despite my growing anxiety, I kept my composure. My office was a sanctuary of control amidst the chaos of my emotions. The walls were adorned with various art pieces, a reflection of my personal taste and a reminder of the world Mahir inhabited. The roses I had sent were a direct challenge to his sense of stability, and now, I awaited his response with bated breath.

My phone buzzed with a message from Nikhil, providing an update on our surveillance plans. "The installation for the new setup is complete. You're all set for advanced monitoring." His message was succinct but reassuring.

I glanced at the clock and decided it was time to channel my energy into action. I was determined to maintain my grip on the situation and ensure that every move I made was strategic. My obsession with Mahir wasn't just about emotions; it was about control, and I needed to remind myself of that.

I spent the next few hours reviewing the footage from the old setup, analyzing every detail for any overlooked clues. My mind wandered to Isabella Cruz, whose presence in Mahir's life seemed to be a constant thorn. I had to understand their connection better, as it was crucial to my plans.

As I delved deeper into my research, my assistant delivered a package. It was a collection of files detailing Isabella's background and her recent collaborations with Mahir. This was a breakthrough. The files included emails, meeting notes, and even personal observations from mutual acquaintances. I poured over the documents, piecing together the nature of their relationship.

Isabella's role as an art consultant had given her considerable influence over Mahir's projects. Their professional interactions had often led to public events and exhibitions, which Mahir attended with a mix of admiration and cordiality. But what intrigued me was the hint of personal familiarity in their communications-a level of closeness that went beyond mere business.

The jealousy I had felt was now a searing flame. I couldn't tolerate the thought of someone else stepping into Mahir's world so easily. I needed to disrupt their dynamic, to make Mahir see that my presence was not just significant but essential.

As evening approached, I decided to visit one of Mahir's favorite haunts-a chic, exclusive lounge known for its discreet clientele. I was certain that if Isabella was a part of Mahir's life, she might frequent places like this. It was an opportunity to observe and perhaps gather more information about their interactions.

The lounge was dimly lit, with plush seating and soft jazz playing in the background. I ordered a drink and positioned myself strategically to observe the crowd. The patrons were a mix of the city's elite, and I kept an eye out for any sign of Isabella or her associates.

While I waited, I allowed myself to reflect on the progress I had made. The roses had been a bold move, but I needed to escalate my actions further. My goal was clear: I wanted Mahir to recognize the depth of my obsession and to realize that I was not someone he could easily dismiss.

Hours passed, and my patience was rewarded. I spotted a familiar face entering the lounge-Isabella Cruz. She was dressed in an elegant black dress, her demeanor exuding confidence and grace. I observed her closely, noting her interactions with other patrons and her evident comfort in the environment.

"Can I just kill her here?" my grip on the glass, tightening.

"No, you can't... Patience Ritika Patience" My subconscious mind tried to calm myself. But I seriously don't like this woman. Something is for sure wrong with her vibe. But I swear I won't think twice before killing her even she even tries to do anything wrong to my Mahir.

"Should I do something? What should I do? Send someone to her house to scare her? What about ghosts? But I don't have ghosts.. Fake ones can work.. Or maybe break her car.. Or maybe what about sending bloody notes.. I mean everyone is afraid of death.. Aren't they?

"Uff.. Too much work" I sigh

Isabella's presence only fueled my determination. I knew that understanding her relationship with Mahir was crucial to my plans. As I watched her, I formulated a strategy to make my next move-one that would make it impossible for Mahir to ignore my presence any longer.

The evening ended with a sense of purpose. I had gathered valuable insights and reinforced my resolve. My obsession with Mahir was far from over; it was evolving into something more intricate and determined. The threads of our lives were entangled, and I was committed to pulling them tighter until Mahir could no longer escape my influence.

As I left the lounge, I felt a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. The pieces were falling into place, and I was ready to escalate my pursuit further. Mahir's world was slowly becoming my own, and I was prepared to take whatever steps necessary to make him fully aware of my presence.

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Happy reading, butterflies 🌷

Also, it is unedited , please let me know if there are any mistakes.

Love you all🥀 - AN