My destined wife!

Sit on my C___K

On the other side…

Atharva pulled a piece of clothing from the closet, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he gripped Maya’s wrist and dragged her out of the room with quiet force, his hold firm enough to make resistance useless.

A short while later, both of them stood inside the secluded farmhouse.

The moment they entered, Maya froze.

Confusion and unease flickered across her face as she stared at Atharva. Just then, he reached to the side and switched on the lights.

A harsh white glow flooded the room.

Maya’s gaze slowly traveled around the space, her heartbeat beginning to pick up.

The room was completely empty… too empty. The silence inside felt heavy, almost suffocating.

But at the far end—

her breath hitched slightly.

Several guns and boxes of bullets were arranged neatly on a long surface. Nearby sat a few plastic-filled bottles and some fruits, placed with strange casualness. Off to the side, a single couch rested in the shadows, the only piece of comfort in the cold, weapon-filled room.

Maya was just about to speak—

when suddenly—

Atharva flung a piece of cloth straight onto her face.

“Wear this.”

His tone was calm… but carried an unmistakable command.

Maya slowly pulled the cloth down and looked at it.

Her brows pulled together instantly.

It was nothing but a thin black net.A sheer dress..

Almost transparent.Wearing it would leave absolutely everything visible.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric as disbelief flashed across her face.

“What’s even the point of wearing this?” Maya said, her voice edged with restrained anger. “Everything will still be visible.”

Atharva’s jaw flexed slightly.

“I don’t like arguing, biwi,” he said quietly, dangerously calm. “Try this… right now.”

As if the matter was already settled, he casually picked up a few guns and began inspecting them, his attention deliberately shifting away from her.

The metallic click of the weapon echoed sharply in the silent room.

Maya stared at him for a long second… her chest rising and falling.

Then suddenly—

she threw the cloth onto the couch and bolted toward the gate.

Her footsteps echoed against the floor as she reached it and hurriedly tried to open it.

Her fingers fumbled.

Locked.

Frustration and panic began creeping in as she stretched upward, trying to reach the lock properly—

—but she wasn’t tall enough.

Behind her, Atharva slowly closed his eyes for a brief moment… almost as if savoring the scene.

Then he tilted his head and looked at her struggling figure.

With the gun still resting loosely in his hand, he began walking toward her.

Slow. Unhurried. Certain.

Maya glanced back at him once—just once—her breath uneven—

then stubbornly turned back and tried again.

This time… she was almost there.

Almost—

But before she could reach—

Atharva stepped in from behind and slammed her raised hands flat against the gate.

The sudden impact made her gasp softly.

He moved closer.

Too close.

His presence caged her in completely.

“Why are you making it difficult for yourself, biwi?” he murmured near her ear, his voice low and controlled.

Maya turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his with defiance that refused to die.

“Am I?”

A dangerous glint flashed in Atharva’s eyes.

His hand slid around her waist, firm and possessive, as he dragged her back and planted her once again in the middle of the room.

Maya’s patience finally snapped.

“I will not change the clothes, that’s it!” she burst out, her voice sharp and shaking with emotion. “You’re punishing me for something I didn’t even do!”

Silence fell.

Heavy. Pressing.

For a brief moment, Atharva simply watched her.

Then slowly… he picked something up in his hand.

And stepped closer.

Closer.

Until there was barely any space left between them.

Maya opened her mouth to speak—

—but in the next second, Atharva moved behind her.

Before she could react—

he yanked her jacket off in one rough motion and threw it across the room.

“Atharva! Why the hell are you doing this—”

Her words died in her throat.

Because suddenly—cold metal touched the fabric over her chest.

Her breath stuttered.

Atharva had pressed a pair of scissors against her top—and with one sharp, merciless snip—

he cut straight through it.

The tearing sound echoed brutally in the silent room.

Before Maya could even process what had happened, he shoved her forward.

Maya stumbled slightly, her heart pounding wildly as she looked down at herself.

Her fingers trembled.She was now standing there… in nothing but her bra and jeans.

Her head snapped up, eyes blazing with shock and fury.

“Did you cut my top?!”

Atharva casually clicked the scissors again.

Once.

Twice.

The sound was slow… deliberate… threatening.

“Come,” he said coolly. “Let me take out your jeans too.”

Maya immediately stepped back, horror flashing across her face.

“What? No!!”

Atharva’s gaze darkened, voice dropping into something far more dangerous.

“Then change yourself, biwi… otherwise I can do that too.”

“Atharva, are you even in your senses?” Maya demanded, her breathing uneven, anger mixing with rising fear. “What has gotten into you? Why are you behaving like a complete psycho—”

Atharva slowly tilted his head.

And then—he lifted the gun.Pointing it straight at her.Maya’s eyes widened despite herself.

Atharva__“Are you changing… or not?”

Inside, Maya was shaken to the core.

Her pulse was racing violently.

But not even a single flicker of fear reached her eyes… because somewhere deep down—

she believed—Atharva would never shoot her.

Without blinking, Maya held his gaze.

Steady.Defiant.

“Or what?” she challenged softly. “Will you shoot me?”

For one long second… Atharva just looked at her face.

Then—his finger moved.

The gun tilted slightly——and he fired.

The deafening gunshot exploded through the room.

The bullet tore past Maya—

so close it sliced the air beside her.

She had not expected that.

Not even close.

Maya’s fist clenched instantly, her entire body going rigid as raw shock and fear finally surged through her veins.

Atharva’s voice cut through the heavy silence.

“So? Are you going now?”

Maya’s throat went dry.

With visible hesitation, she slowly walked toward the dress, her steps stiff, fear quietly settling into her bones. Behind her, the sharp metallic clicks echoed as Atharva calmly attached bullets and a silencer to his gun, his movements smooth… practiced… terrifyingly controlled.

A moment later, he glanced back.

His eyes darkened.

Maya now stood there in nothing but her innerwear… the same black sheer dress clinging to her damp skin, leaving very little to imagination.

Atharva’s gaze lingered on her for a second too long.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he began opening the buttons of his shirt. One by one. Slowly. Deliberately.

The shirt slid off his shoulders, and he tossed it aside carelessly.

Leaning slightly toward her, his voice dropped into a quiet command.

“Go… and stand in front of the wall.”

Maya didn’t argue this time.

Without a word, she walked to the wall and stood there, her back straight but her fingers subtly trembling.

Atharva moved to the switches.

Click.

Only two lights came on.

One harsh spotlight fell directly on Maya, illuminating every inch of her trembling frame.

The second light burned dimly behind Atharva… leaving only his tall, dangerous shadow stretching toward her across the floor.

Maya’s breath grew uneven.

Atharva slowly raised his gun… pointing it straight at her.

“Put that water bottle on your head.”

Maya blinked in confusion, her brows pulling together as she looked at him.

“Haan?”

Atharva’s voice sharpened.

“Jaldi karo, biwi.”

Fear finally crept into her fingers.

With slow, hesitant hands, Maya picked up the bottle and placed it on her head. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her breathing shallow.

Suddenly—

Atharva’s voice thundered across the room.

“Eyes on me!”

Maya flinched hard.

Her lashes trembled before she slowly forced her eyes open… locking them onto Atharva.

A dark, almost devilish smile spread across his face.

And the very next second—

He fired.

The gunshot exploded through the room.

Water burst everywhere.

Maya gasped sharply as cold water drenched her completely, soaking through the sheer fabric. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs, the shock making her grip her clothes tightly with both hands.

Before she could even recover—

Atharva’s cold voice came again.

“Again.”

One bottle after another.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each shot rang louder in Maya’s ears, each impact making her flinch despite herself. Bottle after bottle shattered above her, water cascading down her trembling body until she was completely drenched.

What was happening in front of her felt like a living nightmare.

Her tears had long mixed with the water running down her face.

Her fear… dissolved somewhere in between.

She had stopped resisting.

Stopped questioning.

Now she only followed Atharva’s commands mechanically — placing the bottle… waiting… flinching at every shot.

After some time, Atharva finally began walking toward her.

Slow steps.

Measured.

His eyes traveled over her from head to toe — drinking in the sight of her standing there, head lowered, breathing uneven.

Then he casually placed a few bottles on the table nearby and suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the other side of the room.

Maya stumbled slightly.

Before she could react—

Atharva stepped behind her.

The cold barrel of the gun brushed against her hands.

In one swift motion, his arm slid around her waist, pressing his palm firmly against her stomach as he pulled her flush against him.

Maya’s breath hitched.

Then—

he forced the gun into her trembling hands.

“Take this gun, biwi… and shoot those bottles.”

Maya’s voice broke instantly.

“Wh–what? I… I don’t know how to…”

Before she could finish, Atharva’s hands closed tightly over hers, locking her grip around the weapon.

His face lowered… stopping dangerously close to her neck.

Warm breath brushed her skin.

Maya’s hands began to shake uncontrollably.

Atharva’s eyes studied her face from inches away, watching every flicker of fear. Maya’s gaze kept darting — sometimes toward him… sometimes toward the bottles ahead.

Her fingers trembled badly on the trigger.

Atharva’s voice came low and slow near her ear.

“Focus on the bottles, biwi… and hold the gun tightly.”

As he spoke, his grip around her hands tightened, completely controlling the weapon.

Maya swallowed hard and forced her eyes forward.

She was still trying to steady her breathing—

when suddenly—

without even looking properly—

Atharva pressed the trigger with her finger.

Bang.

The bullet struck the bottle perfectly.

Maya’s eyes flew wide in shock.

Before she could even move—

Atharva pulled her down with him and sat on the couch in one smooth motion.

Maya ended up sitting on his lap, completely trapped.

His arms came around again, both hands still wrapped over hers as he lifted the gun once more.

Another bottle.

Shot.

Another.

Shot.

Again.

And again.

The sharp gunshots echoed repeatedly until every single bottle lay shattered.

Finally—

Maya jerked forward and threw the gun far away from her, her chest heaving as she sucked in deep, shaky breaths. Her gaze dropped downward, completely overwhelmed.

Atharva watched her quietly.

Something dark flickered in his eyes.

And in the very next second—

his hand slid into her wet hair, pushing it aside.

Then he lowered his head—

and bit down on her neck.

Maya gasped, instantly grabbing his wrists, trying to push him away.

But Atharva’s hold only tightened.

Stronger.

Unyielding.

Maya’s patience finally snapped.

“So this is all you can do?” she shot back, her voice trembling with fury and hurt. “Get angry, get jealous… bas yahi?”

Atharva’s eyes lifted slowly to her face.

Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling unevenly, anger blazing openly in her eyes.

His gaze darkened.

“You think this is my anger?” he asked quietly.

Maya let out a sharp breath.

“Then what? If even one bullet had hit me, I could have died,” her voice cracked despite her effort to stay strong. “But why would you care? You don’t care about anyone… you just want control over everything.”

Something dangerous flickered across Atharva’s face.

In the next second, his hand shot forward, gripping her jaw firmly.

“Then let me show you my real anger…”

The air between them turned heavy.

Before Maya could react, Atharva roughly pulled the sheer dress off her and pushed her to stand in front of him.

She was left in nothing but her innerwear, breath uneven, body tense.

Atharva’s gaze traveled slowly… deliberately… from her face down to her feet.

Possessive. Dark.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he removed his pants.

“Come,” his voice dropped into a low command. “Sit on my cock.”

Maya’s eyes widened instantly.

“What? I will not do such things!”

But Atharva didn’t give her time to resist.

He yanked her toward himself, his fingers already working at the knot of her undergarments.

Before Maya could properly react—

his hand gripped her lower back firmly—

and in one swift motion, he pulled her down onto his lap.

A sharp cry escaped Maya’s lips.

Because she was now seated directly over his thigh, the sudden contact sending a jolt of shock and discomfort through her body.

Atharva’s hands came down hard on her hips, squeezing.

“Move on it, biwi.”

Pain flashed across Maya’s face.

“Aahh! It’s paining Atharva… stop it…”

But Atharva’s grip on her lower back only tightened, his fingers digging in possessively.

In the next second, both his hands locked firmly around her hips as he began forcing her movements.

Maya’s fingers instinctively flew into his hair, clutching tightly for balance — or resistance — even she didn’t know.

Her nails dragged across the back of his neck, leaving faint red marks.

Atharva’s jaw tightened.

“Want to know my anger… haan?”

And then his movements grew faster.

Rougher.

More unforgiving.

Maya yelled__“Atharva… Ahhh… Nooo—!”

But he wasn’t listening.

The room filled with Maya’s strained, broken cries as Atharva continued relentlessly, completely consumed by whatever storm was raging inside him.

A moment later, he suddenly grabbed her and pushed her forward until her body met the wall.

Maya’s palms hit the surface.

Her face turned toward the wall.

Atharva stood close behind her.

Before she could even process—

he lifted one of her legs slightly, positioning her with controlled force.

Maya yelled again__“Aahh… don’t— stop it… please…”

Her voice was shaking now.

But Atharva only pressed harder against her, one hand coming up to grip her chest firmly while the other locked around her waist.

His movements turned harsh.

Driven.

Unrestrained.

Maya’s cries grew louder, heavier, her body trembling under the overwhelming intensity. The moments between them burned dangerously hot — messy, raw, completely out of control.

Time blurred.

Pose after pose, Atharva kept going, as if he was pouring every ounce of his anger into her.

Maya’s strength was giving out.

Her voice was breaking.

Her body shuddered again and again, unable to hold back under the relentless pressure.

Atharva, however, seemed blind to everything except the storm inside him.

Even when he paused briefly, it was only to look at her — dark, heated — before starting again.

Marks had begun to bloom across Maya’s skin.

Just like faint nail scratches now marked Atharva’s body.

But he didn’t stop.

Not even when Maya begged.

Not even when her voice turned weak and breathless between broken pleas.

By the end…

Maya’s body felt like it was giving up.

Her legs trembled badly.Her breathing was ragged.

The sun rays start coming from the windows.But Atharva still wasn’t calm.Or if He didn't want to calm.

Summoning the last of her strength, Maya suddenly grabbed his hair tightly and forced his face toward her.

“Stop it…!”

Then she shouted, her voice raw and breaking—

“I am not a machine, you bloody animal… just stop it!”

With whatever strength she had left, she shoved him hard.

Atharva staggered half a step back.

For the first time—he really looked at her.

Maya’s face was flushed deep red, completely exhausted. Her body was visibly trembling. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and the marks on her skin had darkened.

Something in Atharva’s expression finally shifted.

Realization hit.

His hand came up to his forehead.

“Fuck… what did I do…”

Maya tried to steady herself, attempting to stand—

But her legs gave way.

She couldn’t get up.

Atharva immediately started moving toward her.

Maya shouted suddenly, her voice breaking with anger and hurt.

“Don’t… don’t even come close to me… You don’t have even a little mercy, do you? You just started and kept going… I was screaming, I was shouting, but you didn’t understand anything…”

Atharva stopped in his tracks.

For the first time, the fury in his eyes cracked slightly.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of her.

“I am sorry… I am really sorry,” his voice came out low and strained. “I was so mad at you… I didn’t even realize when I—”

Before he could finish—

Maya pushed him hard.

“Stay away from me.”

Her breathing was uneven as she forced herself to move back. Gathering the last bits of her strength, she tried to pick up her clothes and wear them.

But her legs trembled badly.

They wouldn’t even lift properly.

Atharva watched her struggle for a second that felt too long.

Then suddenly—

he quickly pulled on his pants.

In the next moment, he stepped forward and firmly wrapped his shirt around Maya, covering her completely before she could resist.

And before she realized—

he lifted her into his arms.

Maya immediately struggled against him.

“Leave me… leave me… I will handle myself…”

Atharva gave no reply.

Not a word.

His jaw was tight as he walked forward with fast, decisive steps toward the house.

Maya’s voice only grew louder, more desperate.

“I said leave me!!! Leave me, please… I don’t want your help! Leave me, Atharva!!”

But Atharva remained silent.

His steps only grew faster.

Within moments, they entered the main hall.

The space was empty.

A servant hurried forward, opened the door, and stepped aside respectfully.

Atharva didn’t slow down.

He headed straight toward the lift.

Just then—

Veer and Dhruv appeared from the front corridor.

Both of them froze mid-step.

“Bhai!”

Their shocked voices rang out together.

Atharva’s gaze briefly flicked toward them.

Maya’s eyes followed—

—and in the very next second, realization flashed across her face.

Quickly, she hid her face against Atharva’s chest, clutching the shirt around herself more tightly.

Atharva looked once at her and gave no explanation.

No reaction.

The lift doors slid open with a soft mechanical sound.

Without a word, he stepped inside and pressed the button for his floor.

The doors closed.

Veer and Dhruv remained standing there, silent and stunned.

The marks on Atharva’s body…

Maya’s disheveled condition…

It was more than enough for them to understand what had happened between the two.

Dhruv smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“No matter how the marriage happened… now they’re getting their fun.”

Veer shot him a sharp look.

“What are you saying? That’s not possible. They don’t even love each other.”

Dhruv let out a quiet chuckle.

“You really think bhai is going to wait for love?”

Veer stared at him for a second, jaw tight, then turned and walked toward the exit without another word.

Dhruv followed right behind him.

On the other side…

Atharva gently lowered Maya into the bathtub and turned on the warm water. Then he adjusted the cold tap as well, carefully balancing the flow so the temperature would mix perfectly and not burn her skin.

Steam slowly began to rise in the bathroom.

A moment later, Atharva sat down on the floor beside the tub and dipped his fingers into the water, checking the temperature with quiet focus.

Maya was glaring at him, anger still burning in her eyes.

Atharva nodded faintly.

“Hmm. It’s normal.”

Before he could react—

Maya suddenly sat up straight and slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp sound echoed in the bathroom.

Atharva’s face turned slightly to the side from the impact.

Slowly, he lifted his eyes back to her.

Maya slapped him again.

And again.

A third time.

A fourth.

The fifth time—just as her hand lifted once more—

Atharva caught her wrist firmly.

“Stop now.”

Maya’s chest was heaving.

“Did you listen to me?” she shot back, her voice shaking with pent-up pain. “How many times did I tell you to stop? I said it was hurting. Did you listen to me?”

Atharva’s jaw tightened slightly.

“No,” he admitted quietly. “But you have to stop right now. First relax your body… otherwise the pain won’t ease quickly.”

Maya didn’t reply.

Her anger was still there—but her strength wasn’t.

Slowly, silently, she lay back in the bathtub.

Atharva remained seated beside her, watching quietly for a few moments.

After some time, Maya’s breathing began to steady. The warm water was finally easing the stiffness in her body. With her eyes closed, she sank deeper into the tub, looking slightly more relaxed than before.

Just then—

Atharva’s phone rang.

He glanced at Maya once… then stood and walked outside.

“Hello.”

“Sir, we’ve found them,” Rana’s voice came from the other side.

Atharva’s expression hardened slightly.

“Give me some time. I’ll handle them later.”

“Okay, sir.”

Atharva ended the call and immediately placed an order for breakfast.

Then he returned to the bathroom.

Maya was still lying the same way…

But now there was visible relief on her face.

Atharva sat beside the tub again, his voice quieter this time.

“Still hurting?”

Maya gave no response.

Atharva didn’t press further.

For a while, silence settled between them.

Then finally, Atharva stood and gently helped Maya up, guiding her toward the closet.

Maya shot him an annoyed look.

“What now? Are you going to make me wear something too?” she snapped. “I’m already so angry at you, and on top of that you keep bringing your face in front of me again and again…Just get out of my sight.”

Atharva looked at her for a long second.

Something unreadable passed through his eyes.

But he said nothing.

Without a word, he turned and walked out.

Maya didn’t even look after him.

Quietly, she began putting on her clothes.

Meanwhile, Atharva walked silently into the bathroom.

After some time, Maya stepped out of the closet, fully dressed.

Just then—

knock knock.

She moved toward the door and opened it.

A servant stood there with the breakfast tray.

Maya silently took the tray and placed it on the breakfast table. She was about to close the door when suddenly—

Veer placed his hand against the door.

“Bhabhi!”

Maya turned toward him, slightly surprised.

“Veer? You here? What happened?”

Veer’s expression was unusually serious.

“Are you okay? Bhai didn’t hurt you, right?”

For a brief second, something flickered in Maya’s eyes.

But her face hardened almost immediately.

“No, Veer. I’m fine,” she replied, a little coldly. “And why would Atharva hurt me? He is my husband… anyway, thank you for your concern.”

Veer slowly nodded, though doubt still lingered in his eyes.

Inside, Maya’s chest tightened.

"I’m sorry, Veer… but I don’t want to drag you into any trouble."

She spoke again, more composed now.

“What happened? Did you want to say something else?”

Veer shook his head lightly.

“No…”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Maya closed the door and turned back—

Only to freeze.

Atharva was standing there.

Arms folded.

Dressed in nothing but a towel.

For a brief moment, Maya’s eyes flicked over him—then she looked away and calmly walked to the couch, sitting down as if unaffected.

Atharva’s voice came low.

“What was he saying?”

“Nothing,” Maya replied flatly. “He was just asking how I am. But if you want to twist some other meaning out of it… you’re free to. I won’t care.”

Atharva studied her face for a long moment.

There were no visible emotions there.

No softness.

No fear.

Nothing.

Without another word, he turned and walked into the closet.

Just then, Maya’s phone rang. She stepped aside, answering the call in a low voice.

A few minutes later, Atharva came out.

At the same time, Maya ended the call and looked toward him.

Neither of them spoke.

They silently sat and ate breakfast.

The tension between them was thick… unspoken.

After a moment, Maya spoke calmly—“I am going to my home.”

Atharva’s eyes lifted sharply.

“Say what?”

Maya _“I am going to my house today. Now.”

His expression darkened slightly.

“Who gave you permission?”

Maya met his gaze directly.

“Do I need it?”

Atharva’s voice dropped dangerously soft.

“Yes, darling. You can’t leave me.”

“I am not leaving you,” Maya replied firmly. “I just want time. I want my space… I want to stay away from all this for a few days. My head is bursting staying here.”

Atharva’s jaw tightened.

“This house is big enough. Stay wherever you want… but you will stay here. Understood?”

Maya just kept looking at him.

Before she could respond—

Atharva’s phone rang.

He picked it up and walked out while talking.

Maya let out a slow, heavy breath.

Then quietly, she walked into the closet.

After some time, Maya stepped out of the room with a small bag packed with essentials.

She moved downstairs silently.

Her eyes scanned the area as she carefully walked toward the exit, clutching her bag.

Just then—

Dhruv’s voice came from behind.

“Bhabhi! Where are you going?”

Maya turned toward him.

“I’m going to my house… please don’t tell anyone. Please.”

Dhruv frowned slightly.

“Does bhai know?”

Maya paused for a split second.

Then—

“Y-yes… I’m going after asking him.”

Dhruv relaxed.

“Oh, okay. Then come, I’ll drop you.”

Maya quickly shook her head.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go myself.”

Before Dhruv could insist further, Maya turned and hurried out.

Once outside, she immediately booked a cab and left.

Dhruv, not thinking much of it, turned and walked the other way.

Meanwhile—

inside the cab—

Maya finally let out a long breath of relief and leaned her head gently against the window, her body slowly sinking into the seat.

Ye kya kiya maya Atharva raisinghani...Mna krne ke bavjood chali gyi...Manna pdega guts to hain bandi me...well what's next up to?