Samiat_Buari

Obsession is a gripping tale that follows Rosa, a young woman captivated by Nick , a global superstar whose face haunts her every waking moment. What begins as a chance encounter in a dimly lit restaurant spirals into a dangerous obsession that consumes her life. With every passing day, Rosa’s fixation on Nick deepens—her thoughts consumed by his every move, his every glance. As she plunges deeper into the world of fame and desire, she finds herself entangled in a web of mystery, love, and peril, where the lines between admiration and madness blur.

Rosa’s pursuit of Nick leads her into a world far more treacherous than she imagined. Behind Nick’s perfection lies a dark secret—one that Rosa is unknowingly drawn into. As the tension rises and the stakes get higher, she begins to realize that her obsession might not only destroy her but also unravel Nick’s carefully guarded life. Love, elegance, danger, and an inescapable mystery collide, making Obsession a story that will leave readers questioning how far they would go for love, and what happens when obsession takes control.

This twisted journey is about more than just fame; it’s about the cost of obsession, the allure of the unattainable, and the danger of chasing someone else’s shadow. Can Rosa break free, or will the web of obsession pull her deeper into its trap?

Bitter, sweet love

Many may wonder why I'm obsessed with Nick. I can't claim I have a rational explanation, but it all began over a year ago.

That night, hunger gnawed at my stomach like a relentless parasite, forcing me out into the quiet, dimly lit streets. My wallet, as light as my prospects, left me with only one option—Miss Onil's Restaurant. It wasn't fancy, far from it, but it was open late, and for someone like me, that was all that mattered. The neon sign flickered above the entrance, casting eerie shadows along the cracked pavement. The moment I stepped inside, the warmth of frying oil and the sharp scent of spices wrapped around me like an old, familiar embrace.

I ordered my usual—something cheap yet filling. The place was nearly empty, save for a few stragglers, each lost in their own world. I ate slowly, savoring every bite, until the moment of reckoning arrived. I reached for my wallet, ready to pay, only to be met with a sickening realization. My fingers brushed against nothing but empty fabric. My heart plummeted.

Miss Onil ran this place like a kingdom, and she was its unchallenged ruler. A queen with a sharp tongue, steel in her spine, and absolutely no patience for excuses.

Her gaze locked onto mine the second she noticed my hesitation. "Don't tell me you ain't got the money," she snapped, her voice slicing through the room like a blade. I stammered, trying to explain, but she wasn't having it. She grabbed my collar, dragging me closer with a strength that defied her age. "No one eats for free here!" she spat, her breath a mix of fried food and frustration.

Shame burned through me. My stomach clenched, not just from hunger but from sheer humiliation. Every eye in the restaurant was on me, watching, judging. The walls felt like they were closing in.

And then—like fate itself had decided to intervene—a voice cut through the tension.

It wasn't just the words that stopped everyone in their tracks. It was the voice. Smooth, deep, confident. The kind that could calm a storm or start one.

I turned to see him—a hooded figure in the back corner, standing with an effortless presence that demanded attention. I had barely noticed him before, but now, he was impossible to ignore. With a simple nod, he handed Miss Onil a few bills, and just like that, the moment passed.

I should have walked away, let the embarrassment fade and moved on. But I couldn't.

"What can I do to repay you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "Nothing—and you're welcome."

And just like that, he was gone.

I stood frozen, replaying the moment over and over, memorizing his voice, the tilt of his smile, the way his presence had shifted the entire atmosphere of the room. Days passed, then weeks, yet he remained lodged in my mind like a song I couldn't stop humming.

Then, one night, as I scrolled mindlessly through my phone, a video caught my eye. A performance. A song that made my chest tighten, that same voice rippling through my screen.

Not just some stranger. Not just a kind man in a restaurant. But Nick. The Nick. A global superstar, his name splashed across headlines, his voice celebrated by millions. And I—I had met him in the most ordinary, ridiculous way possible.

Since that night, I've been hooked. Obsessing over every detail, every fleeting memory of that moment. I've returned to the restaurant too many times, hoping for another twist of fate, but it seems destiny only offers its gifts once.

Normal people don't cross paths with celebrities. Not twice.

And yet, I can't shake the feeling that this isn't where our story ends.

And maybe one day, I'll rewrite the ending of this story.

Chapter 2: Encounter