"Excuse me", she asked bewildered at his words confirming what her ears heard.

"Don't act like you didn't hear it", he stated looking directly in her eyes without any shame.

"Why don't you just fuck yourself?", she gritted struggling in his arms. He gripped her jaw in a tight grip making her look at him.

"Don't you dare say that word again", he told her in a slow yet cold way. She was too much pissed at this moment to give a damn about his anger.

"Why should I kiss you?", she asked more like demanded but he didn't say anything looking directly at her daring her to say another word.

She pushed his hands away from her body before walking away wanting to take a breath.

"Don't you ever touch me in that way Mr. Randhir Ahlawat? Only if I didn't slap you downstairs, doesn't mean I would hesitate to slap you right now", she told him looking directly in his eyes.

"And what were you calling me, yes, Mrs. Kimaya Randhir Ahlawat. Did I sign some papers which let you change my name? I won't like you calling me that again. My name is Kimaya Maan and you don't have any right to change it. If you are so persistent in showing the world that I am your wife then Kimaya Maan Ahlawat it is. I don't want to feel disgusted by my own name because yours is added in it", she seethed walking towards the exit of the room.

"Don't you dare step out of this room", he stated making her stop and turn to him.

"I should kiss you. Why? Because I helped an innocent man. I didn't let you do something cruel. You want to take my dignity in exchange for your fake pride", she asked more like growled like a lioness. He stared at her observing her every move carefully making her frown.

"What are you looking at?", she asked not liking his eyes on her body at the moment but he didn't reply to her words.

"Kissing your husband is losing your dignity for you?", he asked after a long wait making her frown.

"No, it isn't but kissing the same girl who you threw in the swimming pool when she was intoxicated just because you didn't want her to stay the night. What do you think it is?", she asked crossing her arms.

"We were not married till that time", he stated as if it was the most obvious answer making her laugh humorlessly.

"Oh, right we weren't married. So you had a problem with a girl sleeping in another room fully clothed before marriage but you don't have a problem seeing her in your own room, on your own bed, and have intimacy with you", she asked him.

"It's not like I asked something big from you. A kiss and the poor man whom you are saving from my cruelty would be having his job without any punishment", he told her turning his back to her holding the head of the recliner.

"So we are going to play it like this", She asked standing in front of him.

"You want to save the world from your disgusting cruel husband then do what asked", he stated as she laughed again.

"What could I ever expect from you?", she stated shaking her head and looked down as if contemplating her decision. He was too watchful of her movements.

In a minute, she raised her head and before he could think twice she pulled his collar downwards placing her lips on his. He was too taken aback to make any movement. She moved her lips for a few seconds against his before pulling away before he could pull her back.

"Here it is done. Now do one more thing", she spoke while reaching to the saree properly pinned on her shoulder and removed the pins throwing the pallu down. Her chest area was covered by her stylish blouse having sleeves up to her elbow visible to him completely.

"Mr. Ahlawat, you want to have full ownership over me right? And I can't get humiliated again and again by you so do a favor on both of us claim me completely. I won't stop you today. Do whatever you want to do", she told him with full confidence as he continued staring into her eyes.

"Today I wanna see what will break first your morals or my trust with which I chose you my husband", she told him looking straight in his eyes.

"You think this can change my decision", he stated.

"No, dear husband not at all. I just want to have a clear picture of what kind of man you are. How low you could fall to protect your proud image in society. You think I don't understand what you did. You are not a man who would sit silently. You have the whole business on your shoulder. In these three months of our relationship, you weren't silent. You got every single piece of information about me. You know if you tried to touch me inappropriately I won't ever interfere in your work so you did what you thought was right", she told him but he didn't show any reaction to her words.

"Cover-up yourself. Don't embarrass yourself", he told her making her smile sarcastically.

"Today you want me to kiss you tomorrow you would want something else from me. You know what once I heard that kids are the mirror of their parents but I am not going to say this here. You here are something I would never want my kids to be that to if I had them. I don't want to feel disgusted with them", she told him in a mere whisper.

He gritted before holding her jaw in a tight grip pushing her to the wall in a harsh way.

"Don't test my patience", he told her as she stared back at him with confidence.

"Leave me", she stated trying to push him away.

"You think doing these things will change my mind. You know what I didn't enjoy the kiss back there so here it is", he stated before pulling her closer to him and placing his lips on hers.

She tried to fight back pushing him away but again he held her hands in a tight grip touching her body in the most inappropriate way. When she felt his hand on her chest, she had enough. She kicked his knee with all her might pushing him successfully away.

"I Hate You with all my existence", she seethed in anger before storming in the bathroom wanting to wash away all his touches on her body. He took a step to follow him when his phone started ringing.

"Sir, there is another meeting. Your father asked me to call you for this", his secretary spoke in a professional way. Randhir didn't reply just hung up staring at the closed bathroom door as he heard the sound of water falling. He wanted her to learn a lesson but this was not the correct time.

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He walked inside his cabin after the long meeting passing his phone to his secretary. He wanted some time for himself after what happened at his place he needed it.

He pushed his curly hair back with his fingers looking around at the dark walls of his office. He needed something at the moment. He felt like he would lose his calm if he didn't see the person because of whom his life is getting more interesting and adventurous.

He touched his lower lip while sitting on his tall leather chair. It seemed like the chair was made for a king which he was for his people. He closed his eyes leaning back a little enjoying her taste on his lips. She felt so sweet and pure and he just loved it. It seemed like he was getting addicted to her taste and he was not ashamed to accept it as well.

With his eyes closed, he remembered the moment she walked towards him in her bridal lehenga. Though he did feel that her skin would have shined better if she would have to wear a red lehenga that was her choice and now he will make all decisions for her.

From her clothes to her hairstyle, he would decide how she would carry herself.

That kiss was another way to tell her who was in charge of her life now.

Somehow he loved her confidence, the way she spoke like a lioness in front of him. He loved it and he would love it more when he would break her and she would beg him for his touch.

He would love to see her broken face when she would finally bend in front of him and give all control of her life to him. He is having no problem treating her like a queen. In reality, she became the queen once she married him.

But she needs to remember the fact that even a queen is having less power than the king. She needs to bend her head in front of the person real in power. She would enjoy the world on her feet till the time she keep him happy and contended and that was just what he wanted her to do.

To make him happy. To do what he, please. To never question his words.

He never wanted this special moment of his first kiss to be like this but if he needs to use it to train her then he would do it without any hesitance.

Hesitation is not something Randhir Ahlawat does. He makes people nervous not the other way around.

He would make her beg him for his attention and that is not possible till the time she is here with his family. They would try to protect her from him but he won't let them do so. After all, she is his wife and when something becomes his he makes sure it stays that way.

He picked up his office phone from his rich mahogany table putting his both legs on the table and called a number.

"Book the suite", he spoke straight away without waiting for the other person to speak, he hung up. She needs to learn her place in his life he thought throwing his phone on the table carelessly.

He stayed silent for some time caught up in his thoughts. Her smile, her eyes, her lips everything was so enchanting. Even after what happened today, there was no tear in her eyes. They were shining with pride. After everything, he is confident he chose the best.

A smile covered his lips as he thought about her. Her words had a different reaction on him. She thought she was hurting his pride with her words but he was getting obsessed with her answers. The way she fought back, he felt more attracted to you.

He stood up from his place walking inside to a hidden room behind an expensive painting.

He switched on the light and the giant portrait came in front of him. The big brown eyes shining back innocently with the brown hair strand falling on her face as she continued looking in the distance. 

His heart was at peace immediately.

She was his only obsession, his madness, the only thing that comforts his cold heart. Those eyes were enough to bring chaos into his life.

His for eternity and he would make sure of it.

He traced his fingers on her pale chubby cheek staring intently at her taking her features slowly. His masterpiece. 

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She threw her body on the bed after literally scrubbing her body where he touched her.

She felt like a demon touched her and made her impure.

She breathed in slowly. She hated his mother right now for not slapping him when he behaved like this for the first time. She knew her father was not the best one but he always taught her to respect every single person. It doesn't matter what they do.

Her father always made sure she wishes the ladies who clean their street just to make sure she was getting a good upbringing but here everything was so new and so wrong.

She could clearly see that the man that beast hurt was older than him. If not much but still a few years older than him and even if he was not older he can't treat somebody like this and then what he did to her was something she could never forget.

She knew what he felt for her was lust and she is not ashamed to accept this but if he would use her emotions to fulfill his lust, she would never sit silently and let him do what he wants.

She denied going downstairs and talk to the women who couldn't save a poor man from their son. The son who is no less than a demon. 

She at this moment hated the fact that she was somewhere related to him and the worse part is that she had to share the room with him only.

She doesn't even realize when she falls asleep with these thoughts still moving in her mind.

She felt fingers moving through her hair and kisses on her cheek making her frown. She wanted to wake up but her body was too tired to move. She thought it was a dream and continued sleeping when she felt a little bite on her neck made her open her eyes.

In the darkness, she could only make out the dark figure on top of her biting her neck lightly. She tried to struggle but it seemed like he was already known to the fact that she would wake up soon.

He had her hands tied via some cloth and she couldn't even move her legs. She tried struggling but he was getting only harsher with her struggles.

"I thought we were interrupted back then", he spoke pulling back staring at her as she stared at him in pure anger for touching her. She couldn't see anything but she was sure he was smirking with the way he was just staring at her face like a psycho which was not even visible because of the complete darkness in the room.

"Leave Me", She said strictly as his smirk grew wider. He traced his nose on her neck breathing in her scent. 

She was sure he had some mental disorder with the way he reacted. She was pushing him away and he was pulling her towards him again and again.