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-• tricked and deceived •-

well, since you guys were feeling it was unfair, here's the infamous belt scene you wanted to read.

cw: graphic, hardcore sex

Rudra

Are you a victim or an accomplice?

Is it fear holding you hostage, or is it you finding a home in it?

When do the blurred lines finally clear up?

In the middle of an important meeting, the last thing I needed was to find out my wife is locked inside the wardrobe of a random bedroom.

I stare at the screen in disbelief.

Esther 🤍: Mrs. Rawal is locked inside the cupboard of Miss. Niharika Arvind Chandra.

What the fuck?

I rake a hand through my hair, mussing up the neatly combed locks. I've to get out before she dies of a suffocation. How long can you survive in a locked cupboard anyway?

God, why is my wife like this?

"Mr. Rajawat?" My head snaps up. He looks on nervously, probably questioning his whole existence because it's the second time I got distracted during the meeting he was leading. Not his fault. I've got a troublemaker for a wife. "Is there a problem? Do you find something to be an issue?" He continues, "We can-"

"I'm sorry, we may have to push this meeting further ahead in my schedule. I've got something urgent to take care of."

"Like what?" One of the board members presently asks.

Like getting my wife's ass out of a damn cupboard before she chokes up and dies.

"It's personal. And it's important." I quickly push the chair back, picking up my phone and regarding the people sitting around the table apologetically. "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, let's continue the meeting later. Excuse me." As I move, my secretary picks up the remaining files and folders and follows me urgently.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Shailja asks, struggling to catch up with my long strides.

"No, I'll be back as soon as possible." I push the door of my office open and walk up the desk area for my car keys. Turning around, I look into her eyes as she awaits my further instructions, "Clear up my schedule for the day." She nods, rushing towards the door to hold it open. Thanking her, I leave the office and enter the exclusive elevator, pressing for the basement parking lot. The slick doors open to my car parked in the VIP spot. I get in and drive out.

I glance at my phone in the passenger seat. Should I call her? No, what if Niharika is still in the room? I didn't see her at the office this morning. Fuck. If she's still home, how am I supposed to get Taranya out? Why did she even crawl into someone's wardrobe in the first place? What is wrong with this woman!?

Didn't I say this woman's going to be the death of me one day? Well, that day is supposedly closer and I'm dying for all the wrong reasons.

I drive like a madman. The first time I drove like this was when she had somehow got a tail on her, and the second time when she sat in the cab with failed brakes. Troubles follow her like a darn ol' fan.

I had several reasons to never fall for this woman, and several occasions to stop myself but I ignored them all because God damn it, I had to fall for her.

Reaching the palace in the record time of ten minutes, I throw the door open and dash out of the car. Amir stands straight in attention. I had ordered him to not follow me anymore, and keep an eye on the happenings around the palace, especially on Virendra. He has been acting weird lately, isn't going to the casinos that frequently or bothering me for money. I need to know what he's up to.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Amir follows me inside the palace. Like heels on wheels, I don't stop until I'm at the security room of the ground floor.

"Unlock Ms. Chandra's room and get me the copies of all the manual locks inside the room." I demand the security chief.

He's quick on his feet, obeying me as he pats his subordinate on the shoulder to unlock the main door while his junior goes and fetches the keys from the wall mounted key holder.

"Here you go, sir."

I grab the keys and make my way towards the first floor. As soon as I get out of the elevator, my eyes flicker to my bodyguard. "Is Niharika home?"

"No, she left this morning."

I nod and unlock the door, heading inside and towards the walk-in closet. Amir withdraws his glock from the holster hearing the unmistakable sound of shuffle from inside the wardrobe. I wave him off.

"It's my wife." I say disappointedly.

He frowns, then thrusts the gun back in the holster.

Digging the keys into the hole, I twist the key and slide open the wooden door. Drenched in sweat, and breathing hard, Taranya's head snaps to me in surprise.

"Oh, hi!" She waves at me breathlessly.

My brows seize together. "Hi!?"

She blinks.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I grab her arm and haul her out of the cupboard. She whimpers, her knees buckling the moment her feet touches the floor. I quickly wrap my arm around her waist, holding her up. "How long have you been here?" I ask incredulously. She cannot even stand straight, geez.

"Look what I found!" She shows me the electronic safe like it's her greatest possession. "Babe, Niharika is not what she shows. I told you she must be hiding something. And this is it!" Taranya vibrates with excitement. That's right, she practically vibrates in my arms.

"We're getting out of here!" I grit out and bend over to scoop her in my arms. "Lose that!" I bark when she locks one arm around my neck and hugs the safe to her chest with another.

"No!" She pouts. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to get my hands on this-"

"Amir." I address curtly.

He walks around and snatches the safe from her. She gasps in pure shock, narrowing her eyes on us like she's greatly offended. "You can't just-"

"Put everything back inside and lock the cupboard." I drop the keys on the closet island and turn around, carrying the troublemaker out of the room.

"Rudra, you don't understand. We can use that to confront her. Her boyfriend or lover or whatever -"

"Shh," I hiss, casting a cautious glance around.

She gets the gist and seals her lips shut, dropping the side of her head on my shoulder as I take her to our room. Closing the door with my foot, I lay her on the bed and look down at her in disapproval. For a crime reporter, she definitely has no survival skills for her to be getting locked in random cupboards of her own house.

"What were you thinking?" I grit out, furious at the thought already.

She shrugs. "I was getting even. She stalked me, so I snooped around her room. Tit for tat."

I rub my temples. "And what if she had caught you?"

Taranya tilts her head defiantly. "Then I'd have confronted her. Turns out, she has a lot more to reveal than I do." Her lips quirk up in a smug smile.

"And what if you had to stay locked in that damn cupboard for a long time? What if you had lost your consciousness? What if- what if you couldn't breath? What if you were dehydrated? What if-"

"Wow, you overthink a lot more than me." She cuts me off nonchalantly.

"Taranya!" I call out tiredly.

"Nothing happened!" She splays her hands forward. "Look, I'm fine. And I don't regret getting locked in that cupboard. Yes, things could have gone south, but I had my phone on me, and I had Yara." She beams. "He helped me so much. I love him." Pulling off the glasses, she kisses the hinges and then wears them back. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. She did not just kiss an AI. "Aw, he says thank you for the kiss." She croons softly. "He's so cute."

Wait, what is this weird burning in my chest.

Am I jealous of an AI?

"I- I think that's enough human exposure for the time being." I go to take the glasses back when she scoots away.

"No," her voice gets small. "It's just been two days. Let me keep him a little more. Please?" She blinks up at me adorably.

Don't fall for it, Rudra.

Don't fall for it.

Don't -

"Hmm? Please?" Her lower lip puckers out.

"Okay."

Damn it.

"Alright, now to the important stuff," she kneels on the bed to reach my eye level. If she can turn around and bend over- "I need the serious you, right now, not this lusty one." She waves a hand in front of my face. I clear my throat and stuff my hands in the pockets of my trousers, fixing them subtly so the tent in my pants is not visible. "Did you know what I found in her safe?"

"What?" I whisper, my eyes drawn to her luscious lips.

"Her past."

That catches my attention. I frown. "What do you mean?"

"She had a boyfriend. And I think, he was one of the kids used for the experi- experiment. He was an orphan sponsered by the Sunrise Orphan Home."

"Wait, are you sure?" I sit down next to her. She climbs my lap, and I blink, wondering if we're having sexy time in the middle of a serious conversation but then she hugs me tightly, and I feel like the biggest dickhead alive because she's clearly feeling sad for Niharika's supposed lover who was used for experimentations like the kid she once couldn't save seven years ago. I gently pat her back.

"Do you think she's here for revenge?" Taranya mumbles in the nook of my neck. "Do you think she really loves you?" She pulls away to look into my eyes. I shrug. "She admires you, that's for sure. Maybe she does have hots for you. But considering how she's cherishing her lover's memories, she's still not over him. Something is holding her back. And I've got a hunch it's the revenge that's not letting her move on."

I place my hands on her petite waist, dragging her closer until there's not space for air to move between us.

"Her persistence makes sense now. I mean, which woman has the patience and time to chase a married man? Yeah, some do, but Niharika doesn't look like it. She looks like she really respects herself. It shows in the way she carries herself. And by now she must have understood that there's no hope, right?" I nod. "It's not like you're giving her mixed signals. Or are you?" She squints her eyes. I slip a hand underneath her butt and squeeze the right cheek harshly. "Okay, okay, calm down, caveman. I'm just playing around." She huffs, drawing irregular, random patterns on my shoulder.

"Do you know the name of her lover?"

"Of course, it's Vineet Kumar. I even read his medical reports. Yara must have recorded everything. You should check in with the hospital. Maybe they still have the records?"

"I'll check tonight." I nod.

"Okay, I gotta go take a shower. I returned home before Shourya could wake up. He would have stalled me for breakfast otherwise. I really need to wash off the sweat." Grunting softly, she pulls away and removes the glasses, putting them on the nightstand before heading inside the walk-in closet. "Why were you at the office though? It's Sunday." She asks from inside.

"Overtime. The launch is closer." I reply.

A few minutes later, I hear the bathroom door close.

I pick up the glasses and go over to my desk. I could have checked the recording tonight, but I'm too curious. I need to see myself. While I don't call myself an emotional expert, I honestly thought I can discern them well, especially on other people because mine are always a mess. And therefore, somewhere I found Niharika's feelings honest. If she was simply acting, I want to know what compelled her to walk over her dignity to make me believe she really loved me.

Taranya is quiet fidgety. She barely sat still for me to read the notes or see the photos. I had to pause a multiple times and zoom in to make sure I'm reading correctly. Whatever she said sounds true. Niharika is not here because she loves me, she has an ulterior motive. For some reason, it pisses me off. How did I let her get away with all her shenanigans for so long? How did I not get a hunch of her real intentions?

I've never let people close so easily. But I took a leap of faith with Amir, never suspected Niharika, and now I'm getting slightly paranoid. Trust, after all, is a weapon the victim willingly gives to his perpetrator.

I rub a hand over my face.

Niharika got too close. I allowed her too close.

Fuck, I almost married the woman. If she was here only to use me, I was handing myself over to her. What if Taranya hadn't married me?

Taranya was right. I need to get rid of this woman. She might have her own revenge to take, but I can't let her ruin my plans. If she's too hurried, too impatient, she might bust the truth without enough evidence to prove it. Yuvraaj and I cannot afford that. We've wasted too many years, too much money for some stupid heartbroken lover to come and sabotage everything.

I call my secretary.

"Yes, sir?"

"Where's Niharika Chandra? I didn't see her at the office today."

"Uhm, it's Sunday, sir, only advertising and marketing department is working overtime."

"Right, yeah, can you find out her whereabouts?"

"I can call her." She suggests.

I contemplate saying yes. Niharika will be more interested in knowing why I am curious about her whereabouts than revealing what she's actually upto.

"No, it's okay. I'll call her myself." I hang up and toss the phone on the desk, throwing my head back as I stare at the ceiling.

I turn the chair around and freeze when Taranya walks out of the bathroom, a tiny towel draped around her slender figure as she disappears inside the closet.

Licking my lips, I get off the chair and follow her inside, slamming the door shut. She jumps in surprise, spinning around with her eyes wide like a fucking doe.

Only this woman can get me panicking to horny in less than a split second.

"Lose the towel." I command, getting rid of my blazer and tossing it on the ottoman chair in front of the mirror.

She swallows.

"Now."

She flicks off the tucked corner and the towel drops. It pools around her feet. She kicks it aside. I swear under my breath.

If this woman were to be a Goddess, I would have been the worshipper of a highest decree, offering myself body and soul with every prayer I sing in her praise.

"Are you just going to stand there?" She tilts her head to the side, flattering her hand on the closet island and leaning on her right heel.

"I am," I nod, "I'm going to stand here, and watch you. You want me? Make me come to you."

She shrugs and props herself on the closet island, spreading her legs apart to show me the sweetness I'm missing out on. I lean back on the wall, watching her watch me.

Slowly, achingly, she brings her hand to her throat and squeezes it, trailing it down her cleavage, down the valley between her breast andinto her slippery cunt weeping for me. My lips fall apart. Hunger gnaws at my throat. I salivate at the sheer prospect of my mouth there, tasting, teasing and eating her out. She separates her folds using her first two digits and I suck in a sharp breath. Then she slips the middle

finger inside, knuckle deep, and I know she hit that spot when her back arches and she releases a loud, mellow moan that gets me

painfully hard in the confines of my tight trousers.

Okay, maybe I'm not going to last that long.

With the fluidity of a dancer, she lowers herself flat on the island, and I stand straight to watch more of her. She pulls her knees up, folding them, her toes curling around the edge and she springs like a bow again, moaning so loud I've to palm my shaft to calm the seething rod of flesh.I circle the island, close enough to watch her clearly, but nowhere enough that she could reach out to me. She cups her left breast, tweaks the nipple, parts her legs like a damn ballerina and stuffs another finger inside, choking on a sob, smothering it with another delicious moan.

"Do you like watching me?" She looks at me teary eyed.

I smile. "I can come right now and I haven't even touched myself yet. I'm fucking obsessed with everything you've to offer, Esther."

"Please touch yourself," she begs.

I unbuckle my pants and pull the zipper down, grabbing my thick erection before I reveal it from the tight confines of my briefs. She licks the corner of her lips as I work my fist up and down on my length, gathering the precum from the tip and using it to lubricate my slick shaft. A grunt falls from my mouth when I tug at it softly. I

watch her react to every littlest of my actions.

She closes her eyes tight, wrapping her hand around her throat and trapping her airway as she rocks her fingers in and out, trying to reach the peak of the pleasure soon.

"Not so soon, my love." I finally step between her legs and soothe a hand over her knuckles. She pulls off immediately and grabs my wrist, placing mine on her core instead. I chuckle. "You're so desperate for my touch, aren't you?" She nods eagerly. I rub a thumb on her clitoris, and give her the head of my middle finger, enough to

make her jerk straight in anticipation and then whine over the loss.

"Please," she opens her eyes to look at me. "Please, I want you. I needyou. Please." She begs, holding my cock and trying to push it inside her desperately.

My patience snaps.

I take a step back.

"Get off and turn around," she easily scrambles off the table, turning around obediently. I step closer and shivers sneak down her spine, arousing goosebumps all across her skin. I toss her hair to one side

and run the same hand down her spine, applying little pressure on the small of her back that she gets the hint and bends over. "Good girl, now head up," her breathing grows harsh when she hears me remove

the leather belt from the loops. I step closer, digging my length into her ass as I throw the belt around her neck.

She stiffens. "Ru- Rudra?"

I slip the strap through the buckle and yank on it. She chokes, and I rub my cock between her ass crease. She moans. Goddamit her voice. "Is that better? Or do you still prefer your hand?"

She nods.

"Words." I pull at the leather strap.

She coughs slightly. "This. Want this."

Grabbing the plastic foil from my left pocket, I tear it open and roll the condom over the throbbing muscle that leaks with precum.

"Ready, my love?"

She nods.

I grip the leash tighter.

"Ye- Yes." She gasps out.

I rub my free hand on her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and slipping my cock in between, rocking myself in the sweet heavens of her plump buttocks. "God, you're so filthy for me." I groan out as I

watch her thrust her hips back, trying to match my pace. I accidentally tug at the leash, but instead of choking, she moans, and that almost sends me over the edge.

Pulling away, I hike her hips higher and thrust inside balls deep, filling her to the hilt, until she's gasping and coughing out my name, the pressure on both the ends so overwhelming she cries out loud enough for the entire palace to hear. Thank God the walls are soundproof.

I've to still myself for a moment once I'm inside her, regulating my breathing. She tries working her hips on my length but a sharp spank to her ass and she buries her face in her arm, crying, moaning, and

screaming all at once.

"Relax," I command.

She shakes her head, clenching on me tighter.

I clench my jaw. "Taranya, if you want to act like a brat, I've no qualms treating you as one. But if you don't want me to leave you on the edge, I suggest you drop the dramatics." She still doesn't let go. I yank at the leash. "It's a warning." Realising I'm not playing around, she finally relaxes around my length and I breathe softly.

I pull out until the tip and then drive harder back inside. She gasps, gripping the side ends of the table and resting her forehead on the surface. I repeat the action until she looks over her shoulder, tears rolling down her cheeks, her lips swollen, tender from all the biting, and she whispers, pleads, downright begs, "Fa- Faster. Please."

"Faster? Did I hear you right, my girl?"

She nods.

"Sorry?" I cock a brow at her.

"Faster." She says clearer, bolder, "Wreck me."

"If that's what you want, Esther." I say softly and pull out, thrusting back faster this time, pumping myself in and out of her. Her moans increase, and so do the times she gets choked on my leatherbelt, since every time I pull out, I also pull at the leash. My nuts slap her taint, the sound lewd, lecherous, but it only gets me harder inside

her. She stifles back a choke, reaching between her legs to stimulate her clit. I cuff the wrist and pin it next to her head, growling in her ear, "If you ever touch yourself when I'm fucking you, I'll get

offended, my love." She whimpers out an apology. "Do you want me to play with this?" I pinch her clitoris, my thrusts deep, dragged, and painfully slow. It's a task trying not to bust my sack inside her tight hole, but I want to hold on as long as I can.

"Yes, Esther?" I ask upon receiving anod.

"Ye- Yes!" She whispers.

So I pull at the leash using one hand, constricting her airway, play with her sweet little clit using another hand, and pump in and out of her in rapid, precise, deep strokes. The sensory overload makes her

sob.

We fuck like animals.

Her orgasm hits her first, mine follows a second later, and we both ride out the pleasure. It lasts forever, until we're absolutely spent and exhausted. I've to struggle to stop myself from putting all my weight on her as I collapse on her back, breathing on her sweat soaked spine. She takes all of me, until I've nothing to offer and I pull out the softening length slowly, discarding the condom in the dustbin before coming back to clean her. I've to dress her up too, and then I carry her out to the bedroom, laying her gently in the middle of the bed before I reach over and let our lips do the talking.

The kiss is softer, tender, slow and barely sexual. We kiss because we haven't kissed the whole day, because we've missed each other so much since the last night. We kiss because no amount of orgasms can get us as close as a simple, loving kiss can. I pull away, but she chases me back, sucking on my lower lip and dragging her hand down my shird clad body, whining because she can't feel my skin naked. I help her slip her hand inside and she grows more desperate, kissing me deeper, all tongue and teeth, spilling breathtaking moans past her lips, licking, nibbling and suckling on the plump red flesh.

"Wait a second, love," I grab a bottle of calamine lotion from the drawer and squirt out an ample amount before applying it to the welt marks around her throat. Maybe using a belt was too much. "Does it hurt?" She shakes her head and reaches to kiss me again.

"I've to go." I whisper against her lips.

"Don't. Stay with me." She murmurs.

"I wish. But I've so much work."

She pulls away to look at me grimly.

I close my eyes in regret. "I promise to come back home soon."

She sighs and looks away. "Tara," Crawling closer, I kiss her bare shoulder, nuzzling her neck, my favourite fucking spot on her body. "I'm sorry. I'll be back soon."

I get off the bed to tuck my shirt properly in my trousers, putting the belt through the loops and buckling it. Grabbing my phone, keys and glasses from the desk, I glance one last time at Tara before leaving the room.

Once I'm in my car, I put on the glass and tap the right hinge.

"Hi, Boss."

"Call Yuvraaj." I say as I drive out of the palace premises.

He answers on the third ring. "Yes?"

"Can you get me information on one of the orphaned kids of Sunrise Orphan Home? I think he was housed in Delhi."

"Name?"

"Vineet Kumar." I tell him.

"Oh," he mumbles.

"Do you know him?" I frown.

"He was the nineteenth subject." Yuvraaj says tightly.

"Do you know what school he went to?"

"Delhi International Highschool." He answers. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Niharika went there too.

"Looks like it. But don't worry, I'll take care of it. Bye." Hanging up, I manoeuvre the car to the side of the road, and apply brakes. "Yara,"

"Yes, boss."

"Get me the live location of Niharika Chandra."

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