Divya had always believed that she understood people.

As a psychiatrist, she had spent years studying human behavior—trauma, fear, anxiety.

She knew how broken minds worked. She knew how to fix them.

At least… that’s what she thought.

“New case for you, doctor,” the nurse said hesitantly.

Divya didn’t look up immediately. “Details?”

The nurse placed a file in front of her.

“Court-referred patient. Name—Danish.”

Divya finally opened the file.

Danish Oberoi . Age: 27. Diagnosis: Obsessive Love Disorder. Violent tendencies.

Her eyes paused at one line.

Previous partner: Missing.

“Missing?” Divya murmured.

The nurse avoided eye contact. “Yes… no body was found.”

A slight uneasiness crept into Divya’s chest.

But she pushed it aside.

“I’ll handle it.

The session room felt unusually cold.

Divya stepped inside, her heels echoing softly.

He was already there.

Sitting in the corner.

Head slightly down.

Hands loosely restrained.

“Danish?” she called calmly.

No response.

She walked closer.

“I’m Dr. Divya Sharma. I’ll be your psychiatrist.”

Slowly…

he lifted his head.

And looked straight at her.

Divya’s breath paused.

There was something in his eyes.

Not anger.

Not madness.

Recognition.

A slow smile appeared on his lips.

“Finally…” he whispered.

“Divya…

Her heart skipped.

“How do you know my name?” she asked sharply.

He leaned back slightly, still watching her.

“Tum aa hi gayi…” he said softly

“That’s not an answer,” Divya’s voice turned firm.

Danish tilted his head.

“Answer zaroori hai?”

Silence.

Divya forced herself to stay calm.

“Why are you here?”

He chuckled quietly.

“Because I loved someone…”

A pause.

“…too much.”

Divya wrote it down, though her hand felt slightly stiff.

“Define ‘too much’.”

Danish leaned forward, chains making a faint sound.

“Uske bina saans nahi aati thi…”

“Uske bina kuch bhi complete nahi lagta tha…”

His voice dropped lower.

“So I made sure…”

He looked directly into her eyes.

“…wo kabhi mujhe chhod kar na ja sake.”

Divya’s pen stopped.

“Did you hurt her?” she asked carefully.

Danish smiled again

“Doctor…

“Pyaar aur dard alag thodi hote hain.”

A chill ran down her spine.

For the first time in her career…

Divya felt something unfamiliar.

Not fear.

But something close to it.

And somewhere deep inside…

a quiet voice whispered—

This is not just a patient.

But she ignored it.

Because she didn’t know yet…

That this was only the beginning.

“Something felt wrong… but I couldn’t walk away.”Divya is sacred so much

Divya He is my patience but I feel not safe

Divya khud ko sambhaalti hai wo ek

Nazar use dekhti hai and kehti hai

You are normal or not normal

You are scaring me so much

Your smile is very dangerous 👿

Itna bol Divya Room se bahar chali jati hai

Danish Oberoi has mysterious smile

Baby I am coming 👿👿👿

You are only mine

What. 😮😮

“And for the first time… Divya wasn’t sure if she was studying him… or becoming his next obsession.”