~Abhiraj's pov~

My eyelids lift open, and the yellow hue of the morning sun gently strokes my face through the glazed wall. I stretch my limbs and look at my right only to be greeted by the serene sight of my little wife, sleeping on her stomach. Her hair strands like a feather, cradling her head in a downy cocoon.

I redirect my gaze from her, and fixate my eyes on the blank expanse above. Why was I so out of control yesterday? How could I loose myself in lust filled actions. I fucking touched her.

I expected her to push me away, but she didn't.

A part of me regrets my actions  but there is a part which enjoyed seeing her on my mercy.

The words of Rudra were enough to anger me, hell she didn't even know what she was getting herself into. Regardless of whatsoever she coaxed herself with.

I involuntarily grind my jaw remembering, her tell me to repay back the amount till the end of the month. The Hell I will. 

Instead of taking my help, she felt, submitting herself will be a more better option.

I clench my fist tightly, trying to control the fury resurfacing my nerves.

Turning my head to her sleeping little self, I take a deep breath. Calm down. She is not yet comfortable. You'll have to give her time and make her feel secure and protected.

That's the only way to stop her from pushing herself into problems.

God forbid, if I hadn't entered Rudra's cabin yesterday.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my chaotic thoughts. As I exhale, my eyes land on my wife, and I notice her stirring slightly.

Her eyelids flutter, and she shifts a little, stretches her limb, unaware of my watchful gaze upon her.

Slowly and unconsciously she extends one of her leg and rest it upon my waist, draping it innocently like she does with her pillow. She is a cuddler. Something which I have unconsciously learned about her.

She shuffles a little and shifts closer to me, her hands following the same motion as her legs, hoisting herself on me.

My eyes widen as I realize, the girl isn't wearing an underwear. she is literally on top of me, and her soft curls are rubbing against my bare thigh.

She nuzzles her face in the crook of neck, breathing on my skin.

Fuck. 

I close my eyes as I feel my loins swelling up against my boxers. My cheeks flustering remembering the physical intimacy we shared few hours before. How uncharacteristically I allowed myself to touch her, feeling her wet walls without any shame, finger fucking her mercilessly. Her velvety virgin walls were clutching my fingers like a vile...It was wet, hot...addicting. 

I groan. My fucking dick is aching in need.

What the hell has happened to me, suddenly thinking of sex and wanting to have it with her? I am losing my mind.

Sliding my hand up her waist, I pull down the shirt till her thigh, covering her sex. Before gently patting her cheeks.

"Tinkerbell...wake up."

"Huh?" She slowly blinks her eyes open, staring at me with haziness.

Her innocent eyes, wide and unguarded, could betray me, leaving lingering doubts and questioning the reality about her last night's wildness.

"You're a bit too near..." No you're not, my dick seems to love this position. But hell will I allow it, no matter we crossed some lines yesterday, it's not going to happen again.

Women tend to sway in realm of vulnerable emotions when sex gets involved, and in this case the woman happens to be my wife. Chances are maximum.

Her brows scrunch a little, her eyes looking at me for a brief moment before the realization visibly washes over her.

A gentle flush graces her cheeks when she notices herself draped over my body, both of her legs resting alongside of side of my waist tightly while her hands clutching my vest.

Abruptly, she detangles herself from me and shuffles back in haste to create some distance between us.

"I...I'm so sorry," She stammers, her eyes not meeting mine. "I wasn't aware..." 

I wonder why did I even entertain the idea on working upon our relation that night.

She looks so vulnerable and delicate, what if she ends up getting hurt because of me. I'll not be able to provide her the way a husband should.

Traces of my past relationship with Dhriti Ananda are still like a fleeting memory. Nobody knew about us, except for Aditiya who thought we were just fuck buddies, She was working as a secretary of Neil. We instantly clicked together, she was a 5"10, Raven hair, radiant amber eyes. Her skin was like porcelain, a subtle rosiness kissing her cheeks. she was just an year younger than me. Dhriti was captivating and still is. I still feel a tinge of regret for loosing her. We had been together for a good two years, madly in love, or so she claimed, but somewhere along the way we drifted apart. Guess what, physical Intimacy wasn't it.

I wasn't able to provide her emotional support and the connection she needed lacked down the lane, and in the end, we simply took a mutual decision of ending our miserable relation.

It's simply a waste in putting so much efforts, falling in love and in the end drifting apart. Living a miserable life or getting a divorce.

It's best to protect her heart. Best to avoid the whole cycle and remain unknown to each other's heart. It will save a great deal. No broken relations, torn hearts and sour feelings. And the biggest, no divorce. When boundaries are clear, there's the least chance of hurting someone.

How did I even for a moment risked to forget my past learnings? I scoff.

A connection was definitely missing, otherwise she wouldn't be so happily devoted to working for my wife. Better her working for my wife, then meeting her everyday in the office at the pretense of work. The company can't let her go until next year. 

I sigh, there are moments when I'm visited by a twinge of guilt for the secrets of the past Ishika is unaware of, concerning Dhriti and me. But again there's nothing left out of the connection strictly turned professional. Dhriti is not important enough to create problems in my present.

I take a deep breath and try to push aside my thoughts. As I look at the woman before me now, all meek and putty, apprehension fills me. I am an impeccable in matters of emotions and love. And neither can I afford trusting her.

But again she took the decision of marrying me and maybe that's why she is not making the fuss when things are not going her way.

I shuffle off the bed, subtly adjusting my dick, collect my phone from the side table and turn to look at my wife, "Get ready, I'll drop you home. And Tinkerbell I don't want trouble and neither you getting in one.  Next time you should come to me before creating a nuisance."

Asshole. This  is not how you treat your wife when you were nearly close to defiling her on your desk last night.

"I'll." She says softly.

"Ring me when you're ready." 

She looked devastated, her arms wrapped around herself self-consciously.

But I have to get a hold of myself, past few weeks I have gone soft on her and I can't do that anymore.

I know am acting like a moron, one moment I am giving her hopes and the other I am all set to pull myself away. But that's the reality of our marriage I can never fully give myself to her.

"Abhiraj...," She calls my name as I turn to leave the room.

I pause and turn back to face her.

She looks into my eyes, "I hope last night meant nothing to you?"

Her words almost undid me...almost but we needed to discuss what we did in the evening. 

"Tinkerbell I apologize for what happened last night. You're inexperienced, probably a virgin and in the heat of the moment things escalated to where they shouldn't had.

I carried higher responsibility. Remember It will not happen again." 

Her eyes turn blurry but only for a fleeting second, and then her face turns blank. Devoid of any emotions.

She stands up on the bed, not caring about her clothes and comes close to where I am standing. Despite standing on the bed, she was only able to reach till my nose.

 "I am sorry I couldn't control myself and gave in the moment." Unexpectedly her words sting, but before I can respond she adds bitterly, "Forgot My husband is an ass." She glares at me and moves away.

I grab her arm and turn her to face me," Control your tongue woman," I snap.

I don't want to hurt her, but I don't care if it scares her. I want her to be afraid. Never fucking try to disrespect me. That's something I'll never tolerate.

Her eyes flashing with defiance and hurt, "Or what?" she challenges.

I grit my teeth, frustration simmering within me. Her defiance is only stroking the flames, fueling the primal urge to assert dominance. 

"Or what?" she repeats, her eyes daring me to make a move.

I take a step close, the tension between us thickens. My grip tightens on her arm, fingers digging into her flesh. I sense her flinch, betraying the resistance guarding her fear, lurking beneath.

For a moment, I hesitate. But then, the frustration resurfaces.

I lean in closer, my voice a low menacing growl, " Or I'll make sure you regret ever opening that mouth of yours."

"Go ahead, show me what worst can you do," She retorts, her voice trembling 

A surge of anger courses through me. Without thinking, I tighten my grip even further, pulling her hard against my chest, eliciting a sharp painful moan from her.

I want to shake some sense into her, but before I can say anything, a voice inside me whispers a warning, stop before it's too late.

With a struggle, I release her arm, taking a step back to control myself.

She looks at me warily, her eyes guarded yet intrigued. 

And in that moment, I realize that despite everything, despite the anger and the fear, there's something else there, something that refuses to be ignored.

Swallowing my pride, I take a deep breath, my voice softer this time. "Just... just be careful," I say, threat still lingering around my words.

She watches me for a moment, her eyes holding mine for before she turns and get down the bed. She maybe tiny but definitely has a rebellious streak.

I leave the suite with the conflicted mind but choose to do something productive.

I message Rudra about the debt being paid and in return gets invited to his place to discuss my personal life along with Aditya and Rahul.

But I refuse, postponing it to the months end, I am not ready to face these nosey people yet.

Later on I drop Ishika at the Mansion, and return back to the  office. It's going to be a hectic day, I realize, as I dive into the first meeting, my mind already racing ahead to the tasks awaiting me.

              To be continued...

Hiiii Reader's....

So how was the chapter??

Basically I gave here kind of an Insight of what's going on in Abhiraj's Mind.

Ummm...so now what do you think...this guy is literally going bonkers. At one point you'll feel he is melting and the other he is nuts. 😁

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