She thought it was just a casual Zoom interview with her favorite boy band.

But he never forgot.

Four years later, they meet again — at the Celine Fashion Show in Paris.

To the world, he’s charming and innocent.

To her… he’s everything she should’ve stayed away from.

Because behind that smile lies obsession — dark, consuming, and unstoppable.

She doesn’t realize it yet…

but she was never meant to escape him.

...

ENJOY THE LONG UPDATE.....

Karan stood right behind her, his presence heavy and magnetic. Suchitra's breathing slowed as her eyes lifted toward the mirror. Their reflections met-hers wide and uncertain, his dark and steady. For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then Karan broke the gaze, his eyes darting down to the stubborn knot at her back.

With careful precision, he reached forward. His cold, long fingers brushed against her bare skin as he tried to untangle the lace. Suchitra's eyes fluttered shut, her body betraying her as shivers ran down her spine. The sensation was too much-his touch both soothing and dangerously intimate.



Her soft gasp left him frozen for a second, but his focus stayed on the knot. As his face leaned closer, his warm breath fanned against her back. Her chest rose sharply, and she gripped the edge of the dresser for support.

Then, with a hushed determination, he used his teeth to loosen the lace. Suchitra's breath quickened, her entire body going still under the heat of the moment. The knot finally gave way, and Karan exhaled, almost relieved.



Now only the hooks remained.

Karan carefully reached for them, but as his fingers brushed lightly against her skin, she let out a painful hiss. The sound broke his trance immediately. Concern replaced the smolder in his eyes.

Karan (alarmed): What happened? Did I hurt you?

Suchitra (forcing a smile, turning away): N-No, nothing... I'm fine.

She quickly stepped forward, trying to escape to the washroom, but before she could take another step, Karan caught her by the shoulder. His grip was gentle but firm.

Karan (serious, low voice): Stay here, Suchii. Don't run from me.

He turned toward the closet, pulling out a fresh towel. Coming back to her, he wrapped it carefully around her front, shielding her from exposure. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though reassuring her that she was safe. Once secured, he stood behind her again and gently unhooked the blouse.

The moment the hooks came undone, the blouse loosened, threatening to fall. Suchitra instinctively clutched the fabric to her chest, shutting her eyes in embarrassment and pain at once.

Karan's gaze dropped to her back-and his breath caught. Red rashes stretched across her delicate skin, some of them raw, even bleeding. His chest tightened at the sight.

Karan (voice heavy with worry): Suchitra... you're bleeding. These rashes... why didn't you tell me earlier? We could have come home right away.

Suchitra (hesitant, soft): I... I didn't want to ruin the evening. Everyone was so happy.

Karan (frustrated, yet tender): Happy? How can I be happy if you're suffering right beside me? You're so careless about yourself.

Without waiting for her protest, he went back to the closet and grabbed the first aid kit. He guided her gently to the edge of the bed, making her sit. Then he settled right behind her, his movements precise but his heart restless.

He dipped cotton in ointment and began dabbing softly at her wounds. Each touch made Suchitra flinch, hissing under her breath. His fingers stilled every time, his lips murmuring apologies before he blew softly on the sore skin to ease the sting. The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps rippling across her back.

Suchitra (barely audible, eyes shut): Karan...

Karan (quietly, almost to himself, watching her): You don't even know... how much you affect me.

Her closed eyes, parted lips, the way she swallowed nervously-everything told him how much she felt his presence. He allowed himself a small smile but kept working with careful attention. When he finished, he placed the ointment aside and guided her gently to turn and face him.

Karan (firm, yet soft): Now tell me honestly. When this started on your back, didn't you realize? This Rashes is painful... and even bleeding? You must have known.

Suchitra (lowering her gaze, nodding slowly): I... I knew.

Karan let out a sigh, his hand sliding across his forehead in frustration.

Karan (serious): Listen to me. If this happens again-anything, even the slightest discomfort-you will tell me. No matter what I'm doing, or where we are. Promise me.

Suchitra (softly protesting): Karan, that's not necessary. I can handle-

Karan (cutting her off, pressing a finger gently against her lips): Shhh... no arguments. It is necessary. Let me take care of you. Itna toh Hak hai mera.

Her breath hitched at the intimacy of the gesture, her eyes darting to his. His sincerity left her speechless.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Karan bent down. He gently lifted one of her feet onto his Lap. The sudden closeness made Suchitra's heart race. He carefully pushed aside the lehenga fabric, exposing the marks left by her heels.

Suchitra (stammering, flustered): W-What are you doing?

Karan (matter-of-fact, but soft): Your heels bit into your skin. You've got bruises here too. Let me fix it.

He wrapped the bandage around her delicate ankle with slow precision. Suchitra, meanwhile, could barely focus on the sting of her wounds. All she saw was him-his slightly messy hair, the glow of his skin under the warm lamp light, the calm focus on his face.

She bit her lip, realizing how deeply attractive he looked at that moment, and how dangerously close her heart was slipping.

Karan (serious but gentle): Wait here.

Without another word, he walked back to the closet. Suchitra blinked in confusion until he returned with a soft black T-shirt in his hand. He held it out to her, his gaze firm yet caring.

Karan (calm): Wear this. I'll be back in five minutes.

Suchitra took the T-shirt hesitantly, her fingers brushing his for the briefest moment. Before she could ask, he was already gone, footsteps echoing down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Left alone, she slipped out of her blouse and changed into his oversized T-shirt and her pajama. The fabric smelled faintly of him-fresh soap, aftershave, and something uniquely Karan. She hadn't bothered with her bra, and that made her cheeks flush redder than ever. Feeling shy, she quickly slid under the blanket, half-sitting and half-lying down, clutching the covers to her chest.



Moments later, Karan returned, holding a warm glass in his hand. The golden turmeric milk steamed faintly as he sat beside her.

Karan (softly, almost teasing): Drink this. You will feel better.

Suchitra (nodding, quietly): ...Okay.

She wrapped her fingers around the glass, drinking slowly at first, then finishing in one go. When she lowered it, Karan leaned forward, his thumb brushing at her lips-but instead of stopping there, he casually wiped the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of his T-shirt.

Suchitra's breath caught, her blush deepening until her face turned crimson.

Suchitra (embarrassed, whispering): Karan...

Karan (raising a brow, smirking faintly): What? Can't I take care of my wife?

Her heart skipped, butterflies swirling inside her as she looked down, unable to meet his eyes. These little gestures of his-so natural, so unguarded-left her defenseless.

Karan stood, taking the empty glass back to the kitchen. He rinsed it, checked briefly on his mother, and returned with a soft smile tugging at his lips. When he came back into the bedroom, Suchitra was lying down, the blanket pulled close around her.

Without hesitation, he lay beside her, turning off the lights. Darkness wrapped the room in intimacy. Then, effortlessly, he reached out and pulled her toward him by her waist.



Suchitra (startled, gasping): K-Karan...

Her wide eyes searched his face, but he only leaned closer, his forehead brushing against hers before his lips nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

Karan (in a low, husky murmur): Hug me when I'm sleeping. I'm addicted to you, Baby.

He pressed a soft peck to her neck, smirking as he closed his eyes, clearly satisfied. Suchitra turned red all over again, her chest tightening at his words.

Her hands trembled before she slowly placed them around him, obeying his request. His arm slid under the T-shirt, his thumb caressing her bare waist in slow, soothing circles. The touch made her shiver, goosebumps racing across her skin.

Neither spoke again. Their breaths fell into rhythm, their bodies drawn close, until sleep finally claimed them both.



.....

The morning light streamed softly through the curtains. Suchitra was the first to wake, her ears catching faint noises from outside. Blinking away her sleep, she turned her head slightly.

Karan was fast asleep beside her, his arm still lazily resting on where her waist had been. A few buttons of his shirt had come undone during the night, revealing just enough of his bare chest to make her cheeks flush pink.

Suchitra (muttering under her breath, embarrassed yet fond): Even while sleeping, you don’t let me stay at peace.

She carefully lifted his arm away, inch by inch, holding her breath as though he might wake up at any moment. Once free, she slipped out of bed, giving a peck on his cheek she padded toward the door, adjusting Karan’s oversized T-shirt that still hung loose on her frame.

In the kitchen, she spotted Gurleen already busy at the counter, preparing tea. Quietly, Suchitra walked over and hugged her from behind, resting her chin lightly on her shoulder.

Suchitra (soft, playful scolding): Mumma, what are you doing? It’s barely nine o’clock. You told me to rest, and now you’re working instead?

Gurleen (turning slightly, smiling warmly): Aree puttar, Bade Bhabhi called me early in morning. Bade Bhaisahab isn’t feeling well, so I thought I should go see him.

Suchitra (concerned, breaking the hug and stepping forward): Oh… when will you go?

Gurleen (calmly): Around eleven.

Suchitra (hesitant, frowning): How will you go?

Gurleen (matter-of-fact): By car. I’ll have to reach Amritsar, it’s not too far.

Suchitra (shaking her head firmly): No, Mumma. Not by car. It’s too long a journey, and you’ll exhaust yourself. Wait—I’ll arrange a flight for you. Emergency tickets can be booked quickly. You shouldn’t be traveling such a distance by car.

Gurleen paused, looking at her, with soft eyes, touched by her thoughtfulness.

Gurleen (smiling fondly): Acha meri bachi, as you say. You always think ahead for me.

Suchitra returned her smile, pulling out her phone immediately. She moved a little aside and made a quick call, her voice calm and efficient as she arranged for the earliest possible flight. When she finished, she walked back into the hall. Gurleen was already pulling out a small bag, carefully folding clothes and essentials into it.

Suchitra (brightly): Mumma, it’s done. I booked a 2 p.m. flight for you. We’ll leave the house at 11 so you’ll have enough time at the airport.

Gurleen (relieved, nodding): Good, that makes things much easier.

Suchitra (stepping closer): Come, I’ll help you pack your things.

Together they began folding clothes and placing them into the suitcase, Suchitra moving around quickly, handing items while Gurleen organized them neatly.

After sometimes.

Karan stirred awake, blinking against the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. He lazily stretched his arm across the bed, only to find the space beside him empty.

Karan (frowning, groggy): Suchii…?

He sat up, glanced around the room, but she wasn’t there. Just then, faint voices drifted in from outside.

Suchitra (gentle, caring tone): Mumma, take this too… and did you pack your medicines?

Curiosity pulling him out of bed, Karan shuffled to the door, rubbing his eyes. His hair was messy, his shirt still hanging half open from the night.

Karan (softly calling): Suchii…

He stepped into the hall and stopped at the sight—Suchitra and Gurleen were crouched over a half-packed suitcase, folding and placing things with quiet urgency.

Karan (confused): Mumma, where are you going?

Suchitra looked up first, giving him a small smile.

Suchitra (explaining): Bade mummy called mumma this morning…  Mumma was telling me that Bade Papa isn’t well. She’s going to check on him.

Karan’s sleepy face immediately hardened with worry.

Karan (frowning): Suddenly? Just like that?

Gurleen (calm but slightly annoyed): Arey, not suddenly. It’s all your Dimple bua’s drama—chipkali. Yesterday’s fight stirred things up again. Harpreet bhabhi was saying she created another scene last night, and Bade Bhaisahab got stressed.

Karan groaned, running a hand down his face.

Karan (serious): I should come with you, Mumma.

Gurleen (shaking her head firmly): No, no. I’ll handle her myself. Besides, this Wife of yours—(she pointed at Suchitra with a teasing smile)—already booked me a flight ticket.

Karan’s eyes flicked to Suchitra, his lips twitching with reluctant amusement.

Karan (giving in): Fine… then tell me what time. I’ll drop you to the airport.

Gurleen (packing neatly, dismissive): No need. You two are still exhausted from yesterday’s function. I already called Samksh, he’ll take me.

Karan let out a long sigh and dropped lazily onto the couch, stretching out as though his body had suddenly turned boneless.

Gurleen (calling out): I made breakfast for both of you. Eat properly, okay?

Karan (mumbling): Okkk…

Suchitra hid a smile at his lazy state, while Gurleen shook her head.

Gurleen (reminding): And yes, there’s the Chadda's aniversary party tonight—you both must attend.

Suchitra (nodding quickly): We will, Mumma.

Karan, still sprawled on the couch, lifted his hand in a lazy thumbs-up instead of speaking, his eyes half closed.

Just then, Gurleen added casually while zipping her bag: aree haan… parso toh tum logo ka h—

Before she could finish, Karan suddenly sat upright, his eyes widening in horror.

Karan (panicked, whispering, shaking his head fast, hands up in a frantic “no”): Mumma! No, no, no… shhh!

He quickly pressed his palms together, pleading with her silently not to spill the secret.

Gurleen froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening as realization hit.

Suchitra (curious, frowning): What’s happening parso, Mumma?

There was a pause. Gurleen quickly composed herself, plastering on an innocent smile.

Gurleen (smoothly covering up): Arey, I was saying I’ll come back by day after tomorrow. That’s all.

Suchitra (relieved, nodding): Oh, alright.

Beside her, Karan dramatically, placing a hand over his chest.

Karan (muttering to himself, sighing in relief): Saved.

Then, as if nothing happened, he flopped his head back against the cushion, resuming his lazy sprawl.

Somehow, time passed. Outside, Samksh was continuously honking, impatience written all over his face.

Karan stepped out first, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, leaning his back against the car with his usual composed charm. His posture screamed effortless confidence, the kind that always annoyed Samksh. Samksh threw him a side-eye, irritated at the delay.

Karan (coolly, with a lazy grin): Carefully drop Mumma to the airport. If she feels even the slightest discomfort, I swear I’ll turn you into tandoori Samksh.

Samksh (scoffing): Chal chal, don’t teach me. I’m the best driver.

Karan (smirking wider): Haan toh army mein kyu join hua? Driver ka kaam kar leta.

Samksh (snapping, rolling his eyes): Kutta!

Karan chuckled under his breath, ignoring the banter, and opened the door for Gurleen with surprising gentleness. His whole demeanor softened, the cocky soldier instantly transforming into the most caring son.

Karan (softly, almost whispering): Take care of yourself, Mumma. Take your medicines on time, don’t skip meals. And if something happens, call me—I’ll come immediately.

Gurleen (gently, caressing his cheek): Haan puttar, tu tension na le.

His eyes lingered on her until the car finally pulled away. And then—silence.

The moment he turned back, he froze. His gaze instantly caught Suchitra, standing at the door.

He look at her, mischievously licked his lips slowly, rubbing his palms together dramatically as though preparing for a hunt.

Suchitra (nervously, giggling as her cheeks warmed): Karan… what?

Before she could blink, he dashed forward.

Her eyes widened in alarm, and a squeal escaped her lips. Immediately, she spun around and bolted inside the house, her laughter echoing like silver bells, bouncing against the walls. Her soft giggles filled every corner, sweeter than any melody he had ever heard.

She ran up the stairs, her heart hammering in playful panic. Karan, however, climbed in long, easy strides, like a predator stalking his prey, his sharp gaze locked solely on her.

Suchitra (shrieking in laughter as she looked back): Karan, stop!

Karan (teasing, low growl): Never.

Just as she tried to slam her bedroom door shut, his foot slipped in between with perfect timing. One smooth push, and the door flew open, Suchitra stumbling backward, almost tripping over her own steps.

Karan stepped in, shutting the door behind him with his leg, his eyes never leaving hers. Each step he took was slow, deliberate, deliciously predatory—his smirk only deepening as she instinctively backed away until her knees brushed against the edge of the bed.

Karan (in a husky tease, his voice dipping lower): Maine kitni baar bola hai, mujhe kiss diye bina tum nahi uth sakti.

Suchitra (stammering, face flushed pink): P-par maine ki thi…

Karan (leaning closer, eyes glinting, smirk tugging at his lips): Mere samne karo toh maanunga.

Her throat went dry, words trapped somewhere between fear, laughter, and something she couldn’t name. And then, just as she took a shaky step back, her foot faltered—the bed was right behind her.

Her balance gave away. With a startled gasp, she clutched his collar in desperation, pulling him down with her. In the next heartbeat, they both tumbled onto the bed, Karan landing on top of her, his weight pressing her gently into the mattress.

For a moment, time stilled. The faint rustle of fabric, the warmth of his body against hers, and the rapid pounding of her heart were the only things she could register.

Karan’s lips brushed dangerously close to her neck, his breath fanning across her skin. A shiver shot down Suchitra’s spine, her fingers tightening against his shirt instinctively as if holding onto him was the only thing keeping her grounded.

His lips touched the hollow of her neck—soft at first, like a feather tracing fire. A low gasp escaped her lips, her chest rising and falling unevenly. His mouth lingered there, teasing, before sliding lower, down to her shoulder. With a deliberate slowness, he tugged at the fabric of her T-shirt, sliding it off one shoulder, baring her smooth skin to his hungry gaze.

Suchitra: “K-Karan… Chhodiye na…”

Her voice was shaky, breathless, trembling somewhere between protest and surrender.

Karan lifted his head just enough to meet her wide, vulnerable eyes. His lips curved into a mischievous smirk, his voice deep, husky, laced with raw desire.

Karan: “No. Not until you tell me… what spell you’ve cast on me.”

Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering. She had no answer, her body betraying her with how it leaned into his warmth. Her fingers clenched tighter into his shirt, clutching him as though letting go would make him vanish, as though this moment would slip through her hands.

His gaze darkened as he bent down again, his lips skimming the delicate shell of her ear.

Karan (whispering huskily, the heat of his words brushing her skin): “You’re making me addicted to you. The closer I come, the more I crave. What are you doing to me, Suchii?”

Before she could even think of a reply, his teeth grazed her earlobe, nipping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongu