chapter 49

Vikrant paused at the doorway, pulling his foot back as a gust of cool wind brought in the scent of rain. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Pari, sprawled on the couch, lying on her stomach, her legs gently swaying in the air as she flipped through her notes."Pari?" he called out, his voice louder than usual over the pattering of rain on the windows.Her eyes lifted for a moment, met his, then flicked back to the book with an air of practiced indifference. She adjusted her posture slightly but didn't reply."Pari-" he tried again, stepping inside.That's when his gaze fell on her. The loose end of her saree had slipped to the floor, revealing the graceful arch of her back and a delicate glimpse of her blouse. His eyes lingered for a second too long, narrowing as they trailed the exposed line of skin and the subtle curve where her blouse dipped.Almost as if she sensed it, Pari gently covered her chest with her hand without looking up, her face flushed though she didn't acknowledge him.Vikrant stepped into the terrace, drenching himself but thankfully the rain was light. His eyes still lingered on her as he took slow steps toward her. The soft click echoed in the room like a subtle shift in atmosphere.She turned a page of her book, pretending to read." Pari," he stepped inside the shed.When she did not speak, he continued-" Let's get downstairs. It's raining."Pari tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, casually adjusting her posture, and read aloud from the book, her voice steady and clear, but her tone dipped with a hint of sarcasm:"The burden of proof lies upon the prosecution to establish the guilt of the accused beyond a reasonable doubt..."Vikrant frowned and walked closer to her, " Pari tumhe sun nahi Raha-"( Pari, do you hear me-)He paused when she suddenly sat up with the book and faced her back at him, now reading with the book placed before herself.Her back, still partially exposed due to the low-cut blouse, was no longer something playful to him, it was a barrier now. A subtle wall she'd drawn between them.He exhaled, a blend of frustration and helpless fondness in his eyes."Pari," his voice lowered, less commanding now. "At least talk to me."She didn't reply. Her fingers merely traced the edge of the page as if she hadn't heard a word.Vikrant moved closer, closing the distance. The scent of rain clung to him, mixing with the faint fragrance of her jasmine oil. He lowered his voice further, just above a whisper, " Are you angry?"Her fingers paused mid-line. She scoffed under her breath." He is really asking me?" She muttered." What?" Vikrant frowned and sat down behind her.Pari again started reading the paragraph aloud.He clicked his tongue and bit his lower lip. Nobody, he repeated- nobody ever ignored him so brutally like his beautiful wife was doing currently." Pari-"He placed his hand on her shoulder, but she politely jerked it away. She turned her head just enough to glance at him over her shoulder."Hum padh rahe hain. Dikh nahi raha aapko?"(I'm studying. Can't you see?)Sarcasm laced every word that left her mouth. She turned her attention back to the book, pretending to dive deep into her studies. Vikrant nearly chuckled at her adorable rebellion but held back, keeping his stern demeanor intact. He wanted to see just how far his wife would go in her silent protest against him."Pari, hume gussa dilane ka anjaam jaanti ho na? Chup-chaap utho aur chalo-"(Pari, you know the consequences of making me angry, don't you? Get up quietly and come along-)"Nahi, hume fail karane ka anjaam jaante hain na aap? Chup-chaap nikal jao yahan se."(No, but you do know the consequences of making me fail, right? Just quietly leave from here.)She snapped, her back still facing him. His eyebrows shot up at her defiance."Nikal jao? Is tarah baat karta hai koi apne pati se?"(Leave? Is that how someone talks to her husband?)She flipped the pages furiously now, the law book forgotten, feeding him nothing but silence."Pari, baat maan jao varna utha lenge-"(Pari, listen to me or I'll lift you up-)Before he could finish, she stood up abruptly, her posture stiff with annoyance. Without even sparing him a look, she began walking away but he was faster. He caught her elbow and, in one swift move, pulled her onto his lap.For a second, her heart skipped a beat. Her hands instinctively landed on his shoulders for balance. She stared at him, stunned. But within moments, she schooled her expression back into one of irritation."Bahut badtameez ho gayi ho tum. Ek minute nahi lagega tumhe seedha karne mein."(You've become very insolent. Won't take me a minute to set you straight.)"Seedha karna hai toh apne aap ko karo pehle," she snapped, wriggling in his lap, trying to get away.(If someone needs to be fixed, it's you.)He tightened his hold just a little to keep her stable on his lap." Pari, I am warning you. Lower your voice before I make you," he uttered in his fake anguish voice which she found true at this time." Make me. I dare you. Make me."His eyes sparkled as he pressed his palm on either side of her waist and pulled her closer to his chest with a jerk." Nasha kar liya hai kya tumne? Hamari Pari to nahi lagti ye."( Have you drunk? You do not seem like my Pari.)She scoffed and turned her face to the other side." Even you don't seem like my husband. Always ordering me around to study. Now, when I am studying. You have a problem."She turned her gaze away from his face." You can't control me, can't tell me what to do and what not. When you want me, you make me leave all my work and when I want you, you ask me to study. This is not fair-"She stopped in the middle and widened her eyes when she felt her blouse loosening a bit as he undo one hook of it from behind. She didn't even realise when his shameless hand travelled there." Now? Is this not insolency?"She clenched her jaw, glaring at him." Not at all," he replied and leaned his face closer to kiss her but she was quick to pull her head back." Don't try. You are not going to get things your way."He blinked, " ahn?"She nodded courageously but felt her heart thudding inside her chest when she felt his both hands grasping her legs and pulling it up, to settle it on his sides." Vikrant-"" Shh."Her heart skipped a beat and she glanced at his lips." I ain't doing anything," he said.She swallowed, " you.. are."Her voice came out timid as she felt her body reacting to the proximity between them.Vikrant smiled, devilishly soft. "You were the one who dared me... I'm just obeying."Pari's breath hitched. Her hands had unconsciously clutched the fabric of his shirt, her knuckles pale against the black. His eyes locked with hers." I am serious, Vikrant..." she whispered, even though her voice lacked the sharpness it held earlier." I know," he whispered back, his tone feather-light but teasing, " But your anger looks so beautiful... I can't decide if I should calm you down or provoke you more."She clenched her jaw, trying to look away, but his palm gently cupped her cheek, guiding her face back to him."You're not fighting fair," she muttered."And you're not playing safe," he smirked, fingers brushing down her neck, tracing her collarbone lightly, enough to send a shiver through her."Vikrant..." her tone was warning again, but weaker now, lost between anger and anticipation.He leaned in just a breath away, their foreheads almost touching. " Hm."Pari stared at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her lips parted but no words came out." Yes, Pari?" he prompted again, eyes flicking between her eyes and lips.She didn't.Instead, she lowered her gaze, her silence speaking louder than any resistance.But before he could lean in further, she pushed his chest back with both palms not hard, but firm enough to create distance." Don't tempt me. You wouldn't get me obeying-" she paused, her eyes enlarged, cheeks turned pink when she felt..his hardness against her lower body. Their clothes worked like a barrier.His lips curved into a smirk as he realised that he had caught the wings of a flying bird.She stared at him, cheeks flushed, blouse slightly loose, and saree in disarray- utterly furious and completely captivated." Vikrant.. you-"She bit the inside of her lower lip and completed herself." Let me go."" Why? I am not doing anything. You can study like this. I won't even disturb."He was doing this intentionally. She knew. She knew he was doing this intentionally and if she stayed one more minute on his lap, she might lose her control." You-"Her body quivered when he shifted a little, causing his clothed manhood to brush against her. She bit back her moan, even if it was uncontrollable."You're shameless," she hissed, her voice trembling more from the heat crawling up her neck than from actual fury.He tilted his head slightly, the curve of his smirk deepening. "But honest," he whispered, letting one hand trace an invisible line along her back, just the barest graze of knuckles, as if daring her to react. "Unlike someone, who says 'let me go' but isn't even trying to move."" I am trying-" she countered, pushing at his chest again, but it lacked the conviction of someone who truly wanted freedom. Her body had betrayed her; the fast rise and fall of her breath, the quiver in her fingers, and the way her legs stayed exactly where he'd guided them, folded around his sides.He leaned in again, lips close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath tickling her cheek. " Then try harder, biwi."Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment as her mind replayed the previous body friction between them. Could she ask him to do that again- no no, she wouldn't." Doing this won't melt me."His fingers opened one more hook of her blouse as he uttered, " I am not even trying to."" Don't," she pressed her hands on his chest, biting the corner of her lower lip, her eyes glistening with vulnerability which only.. grew his hardness." Don't tease me," she whispered, fury still alive in her voice." I am not, baby. I am here to motivate you to study."She blinked and glanced at the book which she didn't know when dropped from her hand.She looked back at his face, " then let me go-"And her eyes widened, words stuck in her throat when he opened the last hook of her blouse. She immediately grasped it from front to stop it from falling." Vikrant, I am warning you-"She inhaled a deep breath and almost rolled her eyes back when he again moved himself against her." Vikrant! Stop.."Her voice trembled as she felt her body on fire, even in this heavy rain and cold breeze." Like I said, I am not doing anything-"" You are!" She snapped at him.He raised his eyebrows innocently." You... You.. you are moving that.. deliberately."He secured his hands on either side of her waist, " what?"" Your..," she bit her lower lip, unable to form that word. A low gasp escaped her mouth when he said in the place of her-" My cock?"Blush travelled up to her cheeks and before she could even realise, her head moved in a small nod. He rolled his tongue inside the mouth and glanced at her lips before looking up into her eyes." Really? I am just making myself comfortable," he defended.She shook her head negatively, " you are not- oh, Vikrant.."And then-A deliberate rub against her covered womanhood.Her head rolled back a little and she ended up making a sound she tried stopping till now. Her hands rested on his shoulders immediately, not caring about the blouse. His lips curved into a sly smirk, finding her all needy. Her desires are lit. It was evident in her eyes and he had the perfect opportunity to make her apologise for her misbehaviour a while ago.Her fingers clenched against his shoulders, her breaths turning shallow as she bit back another sound. Her head tilted just enough to expose the delicate line of her throat, flushed and vulnerable. Vikrant's eyes darkened with the sight, his mischievous smirk softening into something far more intense, far more possessive.But instead of tightening his grip, he slowly began to loosen it."Alright," he said in a low murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "Go on, study. I'm letting you go."He moved his hands away from her waist and began to lift her, giving her the space to slide off his lap.But the moment he shifted her even slightly, her fingers gripped him tighter—instinctively, urgently as if her body was acting faster than her pride.Her eyes snapped open, meeting his, wide with awareness of what she'd just done.Pari blinked once... then again. Her pride warred with the raging heat beneath her skin. She tried to shift, tried to push away half-heartedly but her fingers betrayed her again, curling around his shirt."Looks like someone doesn't want to study after all," he whispered, leaning close enough that his lips brushed the shell of her ear." Tell me, Pari. You liked that?" He breathed against her ear and put his lips below her ear.She inhaled a deep breath before releasing. Yes, she loved it and she was craving it now." Hm," he hummed against her skin, trailed his kiss down to her neck and she almost gasped for breath.She frowned when he detached himself. She opened her eyes and stared at him confusedly." I see you don't-"" I do," she said immediately and his lips curved into a devilish smirk." Oh you do?" He raised his eyebrows amusingly.She swallowed and nodded her head, even though she felt hell of embarrassed right now. She had planned not to talk to him, avoid him but how fast he got her submitted to himself. Not fair.He removed his hands from her waist and folded them behind his head. Pari's frown grew deeper." Pehle apni badtmeezi ki maafi mango."( First apologies for your insolency.)Her eyes enlarged and expression turned shocked. No, he can't be serious. How could he do this after lighting her body on fire.She blinked at him, utterly baffled. Her mouth opened slightly, then shut again as if words had just betrayed her."What?" she finally blurted, her voice an octave higher than normal.Vikrant tilted his head back with the most infuriating, lazy grin on his face. "Suna nahi kya? Maafi mango."( You did not hear? Apologise.)She clenched her jaw and tried getting away from him, but he was fast to push her against the couch and hover over her." Move. I won't apologise," she announced and raised her hands to push him but he grasped them and pushed them above her head, clasping both wrists with one hand.With his free hand, he palmed her cheek." Think before saying anything, Pari. Your husband is ready to give you mind blowing pleasure and you are stepping back?"" Yes," she clenched her jaw and scoffed.His thumb reached her lower lip before he caressed it gently." This mouth of yours.."He looked into her eyes and added, " has spitting fire. I wonder what else it is capable of doing."His words held double meaning. There was no denial but she was not in the mood to buy it.He hissed a little when she bit his thumb and uttered, " this. Happy?"His eyes flashed with darkness as she spitting nothing but fire from her mouth. The very next second, his palm clasped around her throat and her mouth parted as she gasped a little." Stop being insolent, Pari."She rolled her eyes to the other side, disobediently and his eyebrows knitted together.Vikrant's jaw ticked as he stared down at her, the pulse beneath his palm fluttering rapidly against her throat. He wasn't hurting her, never would but the message in his gaze was clear."Enough, Pari," he said, voice low and sharp like the cut of a blade. "You've tested me all evening. Don't think I won't tame that sharp tongue of yours."She glared at him, lips parted, breathing heavy but she didn't look away this time. That defiance in her eyes, that spark, it did something dangerous to him. And she knew it."I'm not one of your boardroom puppets you can control," she muttered.He leaned closer, their noses brushing, his grip still tight on her wrists.He leaned closer, their noses brushing, his grip still tight on her wrists," Control? No, Pari. I don't control you, I consume you until you,"She arched her neck a little as he applied pressure on her neck." forget where you end and I begin," he completed himself.Her heart thudded inside her chest but she dared not to bow down, at least not now." Vikrant you-"" No, baby."He got up, standing with knees on either side of her waist and starting to undo his button." Now, all you are going to do is beg me."Before she could understand, make out the meaning of his words, he removed his shirt and grabbed her attention. Her eyes roamed over his tanned body, perfectly sculpted for her to leave kisses.Shit, why am I being weird? She thought.He hovered over her again, but only to tie her wrists with his shirt tightly." Vikrant-"She gasped when in a swift motion, he removed the drape of her saree and left her in underskirt and blouse." Have you gone mad?"He pulled the saree from her body and brought the fabric up to her face." Totally," he replied and before she could decipher anything, he tied her eyes with her own saree.She wiggled under him, fisted her hands." Vikrant, I swear I won't talk to you-"" Don't. You dared me just a while ago and I, Vikrant Agnihotri, never take a dare lightly."She wiggled beneath him, her breaths uneven, her heart galloping beneath her ribs. The fabric of her saree brushed against her face, dimming her world, heightening every other sense."Vikrant," she breathed, low and tense.His fingers paused against her skin, tracing the edge of her blouse deliberately slowly. She didn't respond, her silence was louder than defiance.He bent closer, his lips hovering near her ear, " you challenged me, remember? Told me I couldn't control you. But it's not control, Pari. It's devotion, my way."Her bound hands fisted slightly. Her blouse strap slipped further, his fingertips barely grazing her skin, enough to make her arch involuntarily.Pari turned her face toward his voice, lips parted, still blindfolded, vulnerable yet burning with tension. She hated how her body betrayed her, how every word from his mouth sent heat pooling in her core.She felt his lips on her jaw and she realised it was just the beginning of fire she had erupted.She felt his lips coming near her lips and she waited eagerly to kiss him. Her fists loosened as she felt her body surrendering to him. While, him being a tease kissed the corner of her lips and ran his breath over her lips before kissing her cheek and going lower to her neck.She groaned mentally, still did not voice out her desire. She knew he was doing all this to make her plead to him, ask him, beg him.She felt his lips trail along her jaw, a slow burn igniting across her skin. And in that moment, she knew, it was just the beginning of the fire she had sparked herself.His breath hovered over her lips, sending shivers down her spine. Her fists slowly unclenched, body beginning to melt beneath his touch, surrendering in a way she swore she wouldn't. Her lips parted slightly, waiting—yearning for his kiss.But Vikrant, ever the tormentor, brushed the corner of her mouth instead, letting his breath tease her lips before planting a deliberate kiss on her cheek and dipping lower to her neck.A frustrated groan brewed inside her, but she refused to let it slip out. He was playing with her, testing her will, waiting for her to crack. She knew it. She could feel it in the way his lips lingered but never claimed, in the way his hands roamed with purpose yet restraint.He wasn't going to take, he wanted her to give. Freely. Willingly. Desperately.And damn him, he was close to making her do just that.Her mouth parted as she sucked her own breath when he bit her neck harshly. She bit her lower lip to suppress her moan as he started his tortuous suction on her flesh.She fisted her hands tightly so that her nails dug against her palm." Vikrant," she almost moaned when he gave a slow lick down to her cleavage.Oh, he was such a teaser.She. would. kill. him.Her nipples erected from the loose blouse as she waited for his another kiss there. She swore he wasn't going to be so hard on her-He skipped her breast, very cleverly and teasingly." Vikrant," she groaned, wiggling under him.He chuckled, kissed her midriff and travelled his lips lower. He knew her sensitive places, knew where she would feel intimate but was taking advantage of his knowledge.She licked her lower lips which dried out slightly. Her heart beated loudly inside her chest as she felt his fingers collecting the fabric of her underskirt and slowly bringing it up to her stomach.She hated this.She hated this damn blindfold.Because every time they got intimate, his eyes, those burning, smouldering eyes, never failed to hold an intensity that undid her completely. They didn't just lust after her. They admired her. Worshipped her. Every time he touched her, his gaze trailed behind like a flame licking skin. That look... that devastating look on his face when he saw her vulnerable beneath him, it made her feel like the most powerful and powerless woman all at once.And now, she couldn't see any of it.The darkness frustrated her. Blinded her. And yet it heightened every sensation on her skin.Vikrant- the devil of her husband was trying to torment with every way possible.She could feel the smirk in the way his hands moved. The devil had tied her wrists with his shirt and bound her eyes with her own saree, as if claiming everything that was hers. No warning. No mercy. Just control.He was tormenting her on purpose, making her feel every ounce of heat without a single release.She hated it. She hated him for this.And yet... her back arched. Her fingers curled. Her thighs tensed.She couldn't see his eyes but she could feel them. Watching. Waiting.And suddenly, she felt a cloth tearing sound.A loud gasp escaped her mouth and a devilish grin left his mouth." Vikrant!" She snapped.Her cheeks flushed.He. Had. Tore. Her. Panty⋆༺✷༻⋆To be continue..Read the complete book in scrollstack.