Today's the day. Bashar has asked me to meet him today and I am still short of money. I check my documents once again, hoping against hope he agrees to keep these paper's of my funds with him in return of the money I took from him. The documents still have a fifteen-day grace period before maturation.

I look at the watch, it's 3:30 pm. No one is at home except for the guards and I have to reach the cafe street till 4. Hurrying, I put everything in my tote and turn around to the mirror and check to be sure I am not wearing something revealing. Checking everything I head towards the door, the cab is waiting for me near the main gate of the mansion.

"Going somewhere ma'am?" Nikhil, the security chief, immediately cuts the call noticing me.

I clutch my fingers tightly, "Yes," I smile.

"Should I drop you?" He stares at me intensely, demanding an order.

My eyes widen in shock at his offer, but I quickly adjust my expressions and give him a tight smile.

"Not required. I have already ordered a cab, meeting a friend." I pause, considering my options. "I might return in the evening or maybe go to my parents' home if it gets too late. Look after Ivaan till I come back."

Nikhil nods, seemingly satisfied with my response. I turn away from him, relieved to avert him from further questioning. As I stop out of the mansion's main gate, the cab is already waiting for me. I slide into the backseat, my tote bag clutched tightly in my lap.

My hand gets clammy as I instruct the the driver to take me to the 21 street cafe.

I shut my eyes to calm my nerves. This meeting with Bashar is my last hope to rectify the situation. I glance down at the documents tucked away in my bag, the papers that could be my salvation or my undoing. 

The ride seems to pass in a blur, my mind racing with possibilities and contingency plans. Before I know it, the cab comes to a halt, and I find myself standing on the bustling cafe street. I take a deep breath, steeling my nerves for the confrontation to come.

My phone pings with a message, come to the back entrance of bella rosa through the alley.

Tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear, I look around for the said cafe. 

Spotting Bella Rosa, I make my way through the narrow alley. The passage is somewhat secluded, the smell of stale garbage bins and damp concrete lingering in the air forcing me to cover my nose in disgust. I clutch my tote tightly, the eeriness of the alleyway is making me uneasy.

Nearing the back entrance, I notice a car parked alongside a deserted building. My heart skips a beat as I recognize one of the men climbing out of the car.

I stop cold. The men are walking straight to me. It's too late now, I'll have to deal with Bashar's ruthless ways. 

"Let's get straight to the point," Raj's raucous voice hits me, making me clench my hand. He is Bashar's henchman. "Where's my money?" His words clipped.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly turning dry, "I don't have all of it yet_"

"That's too bad." He steps closer to me, while his men stand behind him. He looks pissed.

My toes curl in my shoes.

"Raj I don't have it all yet, but I'll have the money till the end of the month, and I have something that can assure you of it."

"Oh I don't think so. Now you either pay me the whole amount and get over with it or...get in the car , and we can find the ways you're going to repay us...."

"But listen to me once..."

He steps up to me, clutching my cheeks tightly,"...And your interest is doubled for being a pain in the ass." And jostles me away with a force, knocking me to the ground.

Pain shoots across my body as I hit the hard pavement.

"Get her in the car, Boss will handle her. We have more Important shit to do."

Tears sting my eyes in pain. I drag myself up from the ground, collecting my bag, I follow them and really, at this point what option am I left with? 

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Finally we arrive at the nondescript building, Bashar's men pull me out of the car ushering me towards the entrance. I find myself in front of a beautiful building labeled Black Square. 

It's nothing like I imagined it to be. It's doesn't look seedy at all. I was expecting to be taken to a strip club or something. Rather it looks a place serving multiple multi national companies.

"We don't have the whole day for you, now move," One of the sturdy men of Raj spats. 

I timidly walk up to the reception area, the cold eyes of the guard making me fumble with my fingers.

Raj scans a card near the biometric, and the elevator door slides open. He actions his men to stay there, and enters inside, me following his steps. 

The elevator doors close behind us, leaving me alone with Raj in the confined space. An uneasy silence hangs in the air as the elevator ascends. 

"You're directly going to be dealt by the main shark of this whole chain, seems like your stars have given up on you." Raj's lips twitch in humor, his eyes mocking me.

Does the mere lakhs ticked even the boss that he wants to deal with me personally. They are giving me too much credit.

Finally, the elevator comes to a halt, and the doors open onto a plush hallway. We make our way down the corridor until we reach a set of double doors at the end.

Without hesitation, Raj push open the doors, "Here. My duty was to drop you till these doors, Now help yourself." And I find myself in what appears to be a lavish office. The room is dominated by a large desk, behind which stands a man with his back to me.

As I enter the office, he turns around, his right hand placed inside the side pocket of his pant. He is dressed in an elegant jade suit that made him appear as the boss who also runs a voyeurs club.

"Well, well," He drawls, settling himself into the chair. "If it isn't the troublesome Ishika." I swallow hard, suddenly feeling too small under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Please, have a seat," he signals to the comfortable chair in front of him.

I move hesitantly, lowering myself on the seat while feeling eyes on me.

"No offence, but you don't match the description I had of you at all," the man says, his eyes raking my body up and down.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, not knowing how to respond. A part of me wants to lash out on him, tell him he has no right to judge me based on superficial descriptions. But I can't, infuriating this man can lead to serious consequences.

"With all due respect Mr..." I begin

"Rudra. Rudra Shekhawat."

"Mr. Shekhawat, I believe we are not here to talk about how well I fit into your kaleidoscope." I say, careful to keep my tone even and respectful.

He arches an eyebrow, daring me to speak a word beyond that.

He leans back on the chair, "So, I hear you've been troubling my associates."

He speaks with a calm voice, but I can detect the menace behind his words. 

"I...I can explain." I stammer.

He raises his hand, silencing me. "Spare me the details. I'm a man who values punctuality and dependability. Traits you plainly miss."

"I may not have the whole amount with me right now, but I have documents that can be taken as collateral until I can pay you back in full." I speak desperately, ignoring the knot forming in my stomach with each passing second.

I reach out into my tote bag, and retrieve the stack of papers, holding them out to him.

A frown creases his brow as he notices my actions, "We don't work like that Ishika. The only collateral accepted in this business is yourself. Which I am pretty much sure you were made aware of when you approac..." 

Rudra's omnious words are abruptly cut off as the door swings open. I quickly turn around, and my heart drops. I freeze.

Why is this happeneing with me?

"Rudra sorry to interrupt, but there were some critical matters to reso..." Suddenly a wave of nausea hits me, as my husbands gaze falls on me. He freezes in his track. And I see confusion and anger register on his face.

Abhiraj walks towards me, and with every step he takes my heart fills with burst of panic.

At any other time, I would've explained him my situation. But how would I do it now? He knows Rudra.

"Tinkerbell?" Abhiraj's deep voice cuts through the tense silence, laced with a mixture of disbelief and barely concealed anger. 

"This place is not for you. What are you doing here?" He sounds concerned, and that feeling of someone actually caring about me, breaks my heart.

I look down unable to face him.

Rudra clears his throat, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

"Abhiraj, do you know her?" He says, tension clearly visible on his features.

"She is my Wife."

A deafening silence hangs in the air as Abhiraj's words sink in. I can feel Rudra's penetrating gaze burning into me.

His voice barely above a whisper, he utters, "Your wife?" The shock in his eyes is palpable.

Abhiraj's jaw clenches, and he takes a step closer to me, his huge frame towering over me. "Ishika, I asked you something, What Are You Doing Here?" His raises his brows, eyes boring in mine.

I bite my lips tightly trying to keep my emotions in control, the words seem to catch in my throat. How can I possibly make him understand the desperate circumstances that have led me  to this seedy underworld of prostitution?

Rudra clears his throat again, drawing our attention back to him. "Perhaps you both should continue this conversation in a more... private setting." His eyes flick towards the door, a silent reminder that we are not alone in this place.

"Wait a minute, Rudra you had to sort Bashars' matter right. What happened to that?" 

My eyes widen. Oh god. 

Rudra shifts uncomfortably, looking at me and then Abhiraj.

"Umm...about that..." Rudra hesitates, before glancing at me.

Abhiraj freezes, his eyes widening in realization, I can see the puzzle pieces falling into place. He is aware of all these dealings. 

Abhiraj's nostrils flare, he turns his steely gaze towards Rudra. "You were going to involve my wife in whatever shady dealings bashar has with you?" He whispers, anger seething in every syllable.

"Abhiraj, I had no idea she was your wife. And secondly she received multiple warnings by Bashar's men, before they brought her here. And you know how these things work." Rudra says, maintaining an indifferent demeanor. 

"Don't feed that corporate doublespeak shit to me Rudra." Abhiraj snaps. "My wife is off limits."

I shrink back in the seat, feeling like a powerless kitten who unwittingly strayed into a hunter's snare.

Rudra raises in hand, "Of course, I meant no disrespect. If I would have known, this matter wouldn't have escalated till this extent."

Abhiraj jaws tightens as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, his movements controlled. "I'll handle Bashar's debt myself. Ishika has no place in this world." Abhiraj says, leaving no room for argument.

Rudra nods.

"We're leaving. Now."

Before I can protest, he grabs my arm in a firm grip and starts leading me towards the door. I stumble along, thrown off balance by the long strides he is taking.

Abhiraj remains silent as he escorts me out of the office and into the hallway, his grip on my arm unyielding. It's not until we're alone in the elevator that he finally speaks.

"Start talking," he demands, his voice laced with anger and dominance. "What the hell is going on?"

I take a shuddering breath, tears stinging my eyes as I struggle to find the words to explain the tangled web I've found myself in. 

"I needed the money for my studies. My mum was not in a situation to hold the burden of my expenses and my sister dusted off her hands from her responsibilities towards me. I had no option left." A lump forms in my throat as I explain him my situation.

"I am aware of it. Rudra informed me about this new troublemaker, who I didn't know was my own wife." He runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched into his features.

The elevator comes to a stop, and Abhiraj leads me out, his grip on my arm never faltering. We make our way through a series of corridors until we reach a set of double doors adorned with Abhiraj's name in bold letters.

He pushes through the door, ushering me in what appears to be his private suite. The place beautifully decorated shining under the glaze of setting sun, a far cry from the seedy world I was pushing myself into.

He releases my arm, "Sit." He orders.

I sink into the chair, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable.

So much of not telling Abhiraj. How did I even believe that I'll escape from the situation without my husband getting to know the actual problem. He is the business shark of the city. Definitely he is aware of the all illegal and legal activities happening under his nose.

He clenches his jaw as he moves towards the door, the sound of lock clicking close making me nervous.

He walks up to me, and pinches my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"How much did you own Bashar?"

"Seven lakhs." I swallow hard.

Abhiraj's expressions turns into one of disbelief. "Seven lakhs?" He repeats, his voice laced with disbelief.

"You got yourself trapped in the web over mere lakhs?"

I shrink my body closer, suddenly feeling ashamed and foolish under the disapproving gaze of his. Men like Abhiraj can never understand how it is to be in my situation.

"It wasn't intentional."  

Abhiraj runs a hand over his face, letting out a heavy a sigh.

"Do you know how close you were to ruining your life? All for such a paltry sum...Why the hell didn't you come to me?" His words cut deep, and I have to fight back the tears that threaten to spill over. 

In my desperation, I had lost all sense of reason.

"I...I'm sorry," I manage to choke out. "I thought what you'll think of me..."

Abhiraj holds up a hand, silencing me. "You are lucky that it was your husband whom you borrowed the money from...sooner or later I would have come to know." 

Instead of shame, relief washes as soon as he utter those words.

"I'll pay you back in a month, I promise." I blurt out in haste.

Before I can react, Abhiraj hoist me up from the chair and makes me sit on the desk, nudging my legs apart to keep one of his legs in between. His body hovering my small stature. If I thought he was angry before, I clearly hadn't seen anything yet. His eyes are flashing with rage.

"You still seem too desperate to assert your independence...?" He says in a menacing tone, clenching his jaw.

I avert my gaze from his piercing stare, ignoring the soft caress of heat emanating from his frame. But I nod nonetheless.

"Yes I am, Abhiraj. We're not close. There's no reason for you to settle off my debt. I'll pay you back as soon as I get the money." I say without stuttering.

"Then why don't you pay off your debt by working in our club, just like the other defaulters. It seems you aren't interested in accepting any kind of favor from me. Let's do it the right way." He snaps.

I look at him, my vision blurs with tears that begin spilling down my cheeks. "Maybe you are right." I sniffle.

Abhiraj looks furious. His ears redden, the veins on his forehead bulging visibly.

"Very well...How about your husband being your first client." He snarls at me. 

I look away in shame. Tears constantly running down my eyes.

"Why are you crying now?" He holds my waist tightly, pushing me closer to his body. "Don't you know you'll have to serve your clients in whichever way they please?" He moves one of his hand to my hair clutching them tightly.

"Abhiraj?"I whisper, trying to shift in his arms. The scent of blue cypress is already wetting my underwear regardless of my vulnerable state. Which is disgusting.

He digs his fingers in my flesh, and bury his face in my nape. A groan vibrates through his chest as he inhales deeply. I curl my fingers in his hair, a gentle quiver reverberating across my body.

"This is what you wanted right...to get touched by a man." He kisses my pulse and nuzzles against me, his stubble scraping my skin.

No man has ever touched me like this. The idea of being this vulnerable around a person is scary, but even with Abhiraj holding me uptightly in his arms, all I can feel is a sense of belonging.

"By rejecting my favor..." I shake my head in denial.

He strokes the inside of my thigh, his hands moving up slowly to the waistband of my leggings.

"May I?" He pauses.

I stare at his collar, my heart racing. His fingers fiddling with the waistband. I know all this is happening in the heat of the moment and this is meant to be a punishment. But I want more. More of his touch.

I nod. I am feeling like a desperate whore.

"Words tinker bell." He grits out.

"Yes." I whine in embarrasment.

"Lift your hips for me." He instructs, I lift my hips and he pulls down my leggings in a jiff, leaving me in my blue cotton panties.

His brown eyes meet mine as he swipes his index finger across my slit right through my underwear. I gasp at the unfamiliarity of it as he pats me down there. 

Abhiraj's eyes darken when he realizes I am wet. He shoves my underwear aside roughly and slides his fingers through my folds, teasing my soaked entrance lightly before running the digits back towards the clit. My breath hitch as my body jerks feeling him fiddle with my swollen nub.

"How did you even think I'll allow some other men to touch this sweet little pussy of yours?" He murmurs in my ears as his fingers part my lips. I gasp at the feeling but is immediately overpowered by pleasure as Abhiraj rub over the clit and make small circles from his thumb, his fingers fiddling with the vulva.

"Does that feel good tinker bell?" His voice husky and my attention goes to his cherry lips. How sweet will those lips taste?

I clench when he brushes a finger against my wet hole. "Please..." I mewl, and my hands grip his wrist. Pressing his palm against my pussy, I ride it up and down to create some friction. The pleasure is overwhelming, I can't help but hide my face in his neck.

"Will you ever deny my favor's Tinker bell?" 

"Never." 

"Good girl." He kisses my forehead.

A needy moan escapes my lips as he pushes his index finger into me.

"Abhiraj." I moan, breathless.

He gently adds another finger and began massaging my labia, scissoring my insides to stretch me a little, with his forehead laid against mine. The stretch burns a little, as he fastens his pace pistoning my insides, not giving me a chance to adjust. 

" Ahhh..." I moan loudly when he finds my g-spot. "Abhiraj please,"

"Please what? Do you want me to stop?" The bulge in his pants presses against my thigh as he rubs his body against mine, making me more horny.

"I ne_ed it_"

"Need what bella, you have to be more clearer."

When I don't answer, his fingers start working faster, harder and stroking against my g-spot with more focus this time. "Oh fuck... r-right there!" I grab Abhiraj's shoulder, whispering. Biting his nape to stuffle my moans.

I am failing to keep myself quiet, this man's fingers are doing magic.

He starts fingering me harder until my legs start to tense up, soon enough they were trembling as my toes curl and I clench around his fingers tightly.

I begin to shake as I near the edge.

"Come for me, little bella."

I whimper at his command, I can't control my body anymore as I come to release. Not able to control anymore my legs shake hard and I pulse against his fingers.

Beautiful colors fill my vision as I close my lids, my heart beating loudly.

But he hasn't stopped yet, and adds another finger making me drip around on his desk. He curls them and starts pumping inside of me. I whimper as my body shake from another orgasm as he expertly prods his fingers inside my vagina.

"Good girl...give me one more orgasm." He gently kisses my cheeks, leaving a trail of wet kisses around my ear.

His dark eyes meets mine with a hungry gaze, and it makes me loose my senses completely. He starts pounding his long, thick fingers inside harder and faster than before, never failing to miss the he discovered. 

"Gonna come again. I can feel it." He says lowly. The deep tone of his voice makes my inside shiver.

"It feels...fuck, it feels like I am gonna pee." I whimper in shock, trying to push him away.

"Don't stop. You're gonna cum." He clutches my wrists in one of hands.

"Ahhhhh...." I cry, my back arching for a few seconds before the release took over. I am not able to control my moans and tears as I feel myself exploding with my orgasm.

It feels as if a part of me that was been repressed is finally free.

"That's it Ishu. You did so good for me. My sweet little girl." He peppers me with loads of kisses. C

Abhiraj wraps me up in his warm embrace, cradling me in his arms with utmost gentleness.

"Never ever do that Tinker bell. No matter what kind of relationship we share, I should be the first one you'll always come to whenever you are in trouble. Do you understand?" His voice strained but softer now.

I nod against his chest. I promise myself to never let myself dive into problems due to my irrational decisions.

Abhiraj picks me up in his arms, and I cling to him like a koala bear. He gently lays me down on the bed. "Let's get you cleaned up." I nod shyly.

He returns back soon with a warm cloth in his hand, my cheeks grow warm when I realize I am completely naked down there. And immediately clutch my coochie, closing my eyes in embarrassment.

"There's nothing haven't seen tinker bell." He murmurs, spreading my legs apart and starts cleaning the sticky glistening mess between my thighs. He looks very careful while cleaning me up, also taking care to wipe the skin completely.

I look up at ceiling, biting my lips tightly. I am still feeling embarrassed.

After keeping the cloth aside he grabs a glass of water, "C'mon little bella, have to get some fluids in you. Get up." And helps me drink the water.

After some moment my brain starts getting hazy. And I lay down in exhaustion. Abhiraj keeps everything aside and gets on the bed beside me, covering us both in a warm blanket.

The suite is illuminating beautifully, courtesy of the city's vibrant lights that spill in through the towering window.

I barely register his actions, my mind getting fuzzy as he drops a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"Good night. We'll talk tomorrow." And takes me in his embrace, cuddling me to sleep.

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             To Be Continued...

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