Abhiraj( mr. Possessive)

The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air of my study as I paced the room, still processing what had just happened.My grandfather—Dadaji, the omnipotent ruler of the Wolfe dynasty—had done it again. First, he forced me into this sham of a marriage with Maya, a woman who somehow managed to infuriate me with every glance, every word, every breath. Now, he had decided I was to move out of my house and into her damned apartment.

Her request.

sharper than any deal I’d ever negotiated.

"You will move into her apartment. No arguments."

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. Why did Dadaji have to meddle in every aspect of my life?

“She reminded me of myself when I was young—determined, focused,” he had said the day he introduced Maya to the family. “She has the fire you lack, Abhiraj.”

Fire, my foot. She was infuriating, arrogant, and far too independent for my taste.

I glanced at the family portrait on the wall, my father’s stiff expression staring back at me. Of course, he’d been against this marriage from the start. Not because he cared about my happiness, but because Maya didn’t fit his traditional idea of a submissive wife.

And now, thanks to her one request, I had to leave the comfort of my room, my space, my sanctuary, and move into some middle-class apartment near her house. What a joke.

The door to my study creaked open, and there stood Dadaji, his cane tapping the polished floor as he walked in.

“Abhiraj,” he said, his tone firm. “Have you packed?”

I stared at him. “Packed? Dadaji, this is ridiculous. I’m not leaving the house. Why should I—”

“You will,” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “This is not a discussion.”

“But why? I’m the heir to Wolfe Enterprises, not some ordinary man who needs to start from the ground up. I’ve worked hard to—”

“You’ve worked hard, yes,” he said calmly. “But you’ve never truly understood what it means to live like the people you’ll someday lead. Maya wants the apartment near her home. It’s her only request. You’ll honor it.”

“And if I don’t?”

Dadaji’s expression hardened. “Then you can forget about being the CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. Simple.”

My jaw clenched. “You’d throw me out of the company because I refuse to live in some... apartment?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “If you can’t handle a little discomfort, you’re not fit to lead this empire.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, my father walked in, his usual disapproving scowl in place.

“Dad, this is absurd,” he said, his voice sharp. “What kind of example does this set? A man leaving his home for his wife? It’s unheard of. It’s... unnatural.”

“Don’t talk like a conservative fool,” Dadaji snapped. “If you have a problem with my decision, you’re free to leave this family.”

My father’s mouth snapped shut, and he glared at me like this was all my fault.

*********************************

Luca, my childhood friend and COO of Wolfe Enterprises, burst into laughter as soon as I told him the news. We were in my office, and he was perched on the edge of my desk like he owned the place.

"You’re seriously going to live with her?" he asked, barely able to contain his amusement.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. "Do I have a choice? Dadaji practically ordered it. And no one denies him."

Luca smirked. "This is rich. Abhiraj Wolfe, the great heir, reduced to a husband living in his wife’s apartment. What’s next? Sharing chores?"

I shot him a warning glare. "Don’t push it."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my misery. "So, what’s the plan? Gonna play the doting husband, or—"

"Absolutely not." I cut him off, my voice sharp. "This marriage is a business transaction, nothing more. That woman infuriates me. And living with her?" I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. "I’ll use this opportunity."

“Oh?” he asked, leaning forward. “Do enlighten me.”

“If we’re living alone, away from family,” I said slowly, a smirk tugging at my lips, “it’ll be much easier to push her to the edge. Frustrate her. Make her life miserable.it means I have more freedom to... apply pressure.”

"Pressure?" Luca repeated, his expression amused. "What are you planning?"

I leaned back, crossing my arms. "It’s simple. I’ll make her life unbearable. Slowly, methodically. She’ll beg for a divorce. And when she does, I’ll make sure it’s on my terms."

Luca burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "You just got married, and you’re already thinking about divorce. Classic Abhiraj."

I shrugged, smirking. "Marriage was Dadaji’s idea. Divorce? That’s mine."

Luca wiped a tear from his eye, shaking his head. "You’re something else, man. But hey, don’t forget—you did kiss her. Hard. In front of everyone."

I rolled my eyes. "That wasn’t a kiss. It was a response to a challenge. She bit me during the ceremony, for God’s sake. I couldn’t let her win."

"Sure, sure," Luca said, still grinning. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

“I’m not going to stay trapped in this marriage. And trust me, I’ve got a plan. Operation Divorce is underway.”

As he left my office, I turned my chair toward the window, staring out at the city skyline. This wasn’t the life I’d envisioned, but if I had to endure this marriage, I’d do it on my terms.

Maya wouldn’t know what hit her.

***********************************

Finding her damned apartment was like navigating a labyrinth. My GPS led me in circles, the streets were a mess, and I couldn’t believe someone like Maya—CEO of a multimillion-dollar company—lived in such a simple place.

Frustrated, I dialed her number, which I had to wrestle out of Luca.

“Where the hell is your apartment?” I barked the moment she picked up.

There was a pause before she spoke, her voice maddeningly calm. “I sent you the location. Use the app.”

“I did,” I growled. “But I can’t find your damned apartment.”

“Fine,” she said with a sigh. “I’m at my company. Come here, and I’ll show you the way.”

I hung up, cursing under my breath.

When I arrived at her company, she was standing outside, arms crossed, her gaze steady. She opened the car door and gestured impatiently. “Move over.”

I stared at her. “Why the hell would I do that? Just give me the directions.”

“It’ll be easier if I drive,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I cursed again, sliding into the passenger seat. This woman was testing the limits of my patience.

The silence in the car was heavy, like the calm before a storm. Finally, I broke it.“Why this apartment? You’re the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company, yet you live in...”

A small smirk tugged at her lips, and I instantly hated it. “It’s closer to my baby.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Your baby?”

“My company,” she said simply, as if that explained everything.

Of course. "Hell yes" I muttered under my breath.Everything was about her "baby" or company whatever.

She ignored me, pulling up to a building that looked like it had been dragged out of a bad rom-com. It was plain, boring, and utterly beneath me.

“This,” I said, staring at the apartment block, “looks like a prison.”

“It’s home,” she said, stepping out of the car.

“Well, it’s going to be hell soon,” I muttered to myself, She had no idea what she’d just invited into her life.

Operation Divorce had officially begun...