His Dangerous Obsession...
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Cold, powerful, Mumbai-based underground mafia king. Owns hotels, nightclubs, real estate… but secretly controls illegal arms routes. Emotionless outside. Obsessed lover inside.
Cute, dramatic, foodie, overthinks everything. Middle-class Mumbai girl. Talks too much when nervous. Hates rich arrogant men… especially Aarav.
Tara – Meera’s dramatic best friend.
Kabir – Aarav’s loyal best friend
Mr. Sharma – Strict but soft-hearted father.
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✨ Themes:
Dark love
Possessiveness
Misunderstanding (cheating trope)
Emotional healing
Indian family drama
Comedy vs Mafia intensity
🖤 “His Dangerous Obsession” Mini Playlist
Animal
→ Aarav’s obsessive, dangerous aura.
Raataan Lambiyan
→ Slow-burn romantic moments.
Ghungroo
→ Meera’s playful, confident energy.
Apna Bana Le
→ When he finally admits she’s his.
Channa Mereya
→ Cheating misunderstanding heartbreak arc.
Believer
→ Mafia war + rage mode Aarav.
Ranjha
→ Soulmate, emotional ending vibe.
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ep 1
The rain had just stopped, but the roads were still shining under the streetlights.
Meera Sharma was running.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Why does life hate me?”
She muttered dramatically while holding her heels in one hand and her phone in the other.
Her auto had cancelled. Her boss had yelled. And now she was late for her best friend Tara’s birthday dinner.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
"Bas! I’m done with this city!”
And that’s when it happened.
She stepped off the pavement without looking.
A black luxury car screeched to a halt.
Dirty rainwater flew everywhere — directly onto her pastel pink kurti.
The car door opened slowly.
Expensive Italian shoes touched the wet road.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Black suit. Rain-damp hair falling slightly over sharp eyes that looked like they had never learned how to smile.
The air around him felt… dangerous.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
"Are you blind?”
His deep voice cut through the night.
Then her temper activated.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Excuse me? YOU splashed water on me!”
His jaw tightened. No one talked to him like that.
She pointed at her kurti.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Do you know how hard it is to remove muddy water stains?”
He stared at her like she was some strange species.
She was drenched, dramatic, furious… and completely unafraid.
For the first time in years, Aarav Rathore felt something unfamiliar.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“You stepped in front of my car,” he said calmly.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“And you stepped into my life without permission!” she shot back.
His driver shifted nervously. Security guards watched from a distance.
Nobody argued with Aarav Rathore.
Nobody survived long enough to repeat it.
But this girl?
She was still talking.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Rich people think they own the road also kya?”
She instantly noticed how tall he was.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
( Why is he so close? Why does he smell like expensive perfume and trouble? )
Her heart began beating faster.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Do you know who I am?” he asked softly.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
She rolled her eyes. “Should I? Are you the Prime Minister?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Be careful, Miss…”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Meera. And you should be careful too, Mr. Black-Car-Attitude.”
Before he could respond, her phone rang.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“TARA! I’m alive. No, I didn’t die. Some arrogant suit almost killed me!”
Aarav watched her animated expressions, the way she pouted, the way she frowned.
He reached into his pocket and handed her a sleek black card.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Come to this address tomorrow. 10 AM.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Her eyes widened.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“You own that five-star hotel near Marine Drive?”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Then she crossed her arms. “Why should I come?”
His gaze locked onto hers.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Because you owe me.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“I owe you for getting splashed?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
He leaned closer, his voice dropping slightly.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“No. For stepping into my path.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
For a second, she forgot how to breathe.💓
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Then her brain restarted.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“I’m not coming!”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
He smiled faintly.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“You will.”
He turned and walked back to his car like he already knew the future.
Leaving Meera standing in the middle of the road.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Heart racing.💓💓
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Mind confused.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
( Why did that feel like the beginning of something dangerous? )
Inside a dimly lit office.
Aarav removed his watch slowly.
His right-hand man, Kabir, raised an eyebrow.
Kabir ( ml bff)
“Who was the girl?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
Aarav stared at the rain through the glass window.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“No one.”
But his mind replayed her angry face.
For the first time in years, Aarav Rathore wasn’t thinking about business.
He was thinking about a girl who called him “Mr. Black-Car-Attitude.”
And he had already decided one thing.
Even if she didn’t want to.
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ep 2
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Meera did not sleep that night.
Not because she was scared.
But because she was angry.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Who does he think he is?” she muttered while staring at the black visiting card lying on her bedside table.
RATHORE GROUP OF HOTELS
Gold embossed letters. Expensive. Intimidating.
Her best friend Tara was on video call.
Tara ( fl bff)
“He was hot though,” Tara said casually.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Meera gasped. “TARA!”
Tara ( fl bff)
“What? You said tall, dark, intense. That’s literally my type.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“He splashed muddy water on me!”
Tara ( fl bff)
“And gave you a five-star hotel card. That’s called balance.”
Meera threw a pillow at the screen dramatically.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“I’m not going.”
Tara ( fl bff)
Tara smirked. “You’re definitely going.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
"I am not.”
Tara ( fl bff)
“Wear something nice.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“I hate you.”
But deep inside… curiosity was winning.
Top floor of a glass building.
Aarav Rathore stood in his office, watching CCTV footage replayed on a tablet.
Her face paused mid-argument.
Kabir ( ml bff)
Kabir leaned against the wall. “You’re smiling.”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
"I am not.”
Kabir ( ml bff)
“You’ve watched that clip seven times.”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
Aarav’s expression turned cold instantly. “Find out everything about her.”
Kabir ( ml bff)
Kabir sighed. “Already did.”
He placed a file on the table.
Meera Sharma. 23. Event management intern. Middle-class. No criminal links. No drama history.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
Aarav flipped through the pages slowly.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“She lives with her parents.”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Clean record.”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Interesting.”
Kabir ( ml bff)
Kabir raised an eyebrow. “You planning to recruit her into the mafia?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
Aarav’s eyes darkened slightly.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“I’m planning to keep her close.”
Meera stood outside Rathore Group of Hotels.
She looked down at her simple kurti.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Why am I here?” she whispered to herself.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Because you’re curious.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
(Because you want to see him again.)
Meera Sharma ( fl )
( Because his voice hasn’t left your head since last night.)
She marched inside confidently.
Receptionist smiled politely. “Yes, ma’am?”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“I’m here to meet Mr… Black-Car-Attitude.”
The receptionist blinked.
..
“You mean Mr. Aarav Rathore?”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Meera cleared her throat. “Yes. That one.”
Before she could say anything else, the atmosphere shifted.
Staff straightened.
Guards moved.
And he walked in.
Black suit again.
Perfect posture.
Commanding presence.
He didn’t look at anyone else.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“You came,” he said calmly.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
She crossed her arms. “I just came to say I don’t owe you anything.”
Close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“You owe me ten minutes.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“And why is that?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Because you’re the first person who didn’t flinch.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Her heart skipped.💓💓
Meera Sharma ( fl )
That wasn’t what she expected.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Is that a compliment?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“It’s an observation.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
She tried not to smile.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Fine. Ten minutes.”
He gestured toward the elevator.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
( Of course he has a private elevator.)
As the doors closed, silence surrounded them.
She suddenly felt very aware of how small the space was.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
He pressed the top floor button
Meera Sharma ( fl )
She noticed something then.
A faint bruise on his knuckles.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“What happened to your hand?” she asked without thinking.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
His jaw tightened.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Office work doesn’t cause bruises.”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
His gaze turned sharp.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“You ask too many questions.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“And you give too few answers.”
The elevator stopped.
Doors opened.
His office was massive.
City view. Dark furniture. Heavy atmosphere.
She swallowed.
This wasn’t just some rich businessman.
There was something else about him.
Something dangerous.
He walked behind his desk and looked at her.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“I have a job offer.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
She blinked.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“What?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“My hotel needs a new event manager assistant.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
Her eyes widened. “I already applied there last month.”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
I know.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“You rejected me.”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“I reconsidered.”
Meera Sharma ( fl )
She stared at him suspiciously. 🤨🤨
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“Why?”
Aarav Rathore (ml)
His voice lowered slightly.
“Because I don’t like unfinished conversations.”
Her stomach flipped.
This man was trouble.
Big trouble.
(But why did it feel like stepping into a storm she secretly wanted?)
Aarav Rathore (ml)
He leaned forward slightly.
Aarav Rathore (ml)
“Do you accept?”
She should say no.
She should walk away.
She should run.
Instead, she smiled sweetly.
Meera Sharma ( fl )
“I’ll think about it.
And for the first time in years…
Aarav Rathore felt challenged.
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