Sit on your knees! （Darkest chapter）
The heavy click of the main door echoed through the floor the moment Atharva entered. Without a second thought, he slid the lock into place — sharp, final… inescapable.
Maya’s breath hitched softly behind him.
Atharva slowly tilted his head toward her, his eyes dark, voice cold and commanding.
“Undress yourself.”
Maya froze.
Her fingers twitched at her sides.
“Now…?” she whispered, uncertainty trembling in her voice.
His jaw tightened.
“Ask me another question,” Atharva said dangerously, his tone dropping lower, “and I will make this much worse.”
The threat in his voice wrapped around the room like smoke.
Maya’s lips parted… but no words came out.
Swallowing hard, she slowly raised her trembling hands to her clothes. One by one… piece by piece… the fabric slipped away from her body. The silence in the room grew heavier with every second.
Across from her, Atharva casually began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving her — predatory… patient… burning.
Moments later…
Maya stood completely bare before him, her breathing uneven.
Atharva remained in only his pants.
His gaze dragged over her body from head to toe — slow… deliberate… possessive.
Then he spoke.
“Walk.”
Maya’s eyes fluttered shut for a brief second.
She didn’t have the courage to look at him… not right now.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.
Suddenly—
“I said WALK!”
Atharva’s roar tore through the silence.
Maya flinched.
Forcing her shaky legs to move, she turned slightly toward the bedroom—
“No,” Atharva cut in sharply. His voice dropped into something darker. “To the dark room.”
A chill ran down Maya’s spine.
Without arguing… without another word… she slowly changed direction and began walking toward the study.
Behind her, Atharva’s gaze remained locked on her bare back as he started following — slow, controlled steps that echoed against the marble floor.
Seconds later…
Maya stopped inside the study room.
Atharva’s voice came from behind her.
“Open it.”
With slightly trembling fingers, Maya reached for the book placed on the shelf and slid it aside.
Click.
The wall shifted.
A hidden door revealed itself.
Maya pushed the gate open and stepped inside.
Atharva followed.
Inside, the lights flickered on, casting a dim golden glow across the dark room.
Atharva walked forward and sat down on the couch with lazy authority.
Maya stood exactly in front of him — exposed… tense… breathing unevenly.
Atharva tilted his head slightly, his eyes once again roaming over her body with slow, unsettling calm.
“Come here.”
Maya moved toward him silently, as if pulled by invisible chains.
Atharva leaned back slightly and looked up at her.
“Sit on your knees.”
Maya’s eyes widened instantly.
“Ath… Atharva… I—”
“I don’t want to repeat myself today!” he snapped harshly. “Do exactly as I said.”
Fear flashed across her face.
Her lashes lowered.
For a brief moment, her eyes closed — as if swallowing the sharp sting of humiliation burning in her throat.
Then slowly…
She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him.
Atharva watched her for a second… unreadable.
Then coldly—
“Take out my shoes. Now.”
It felt as if the ground had dropped beneath Maya’s feet.
Her eyes lifted toward him in stunned disbelief.
But the anger in Atharva’s gaze left no space for refusal.
Silently… mechanically… she reached forward.
With trembling hands, Maya removed his shoes one by one… and placed them neatly to the side.
Atharva’s voice cut through the heavy silence.
“Now my pants… Take these off too.”
That was it.
The fragile thread of Maya’s patience finally snapped.
Her eyes flashed with hurt and anger. “Atharva, what are you making me do?”
In the very next second—
Atharva’s hand shot forward.
He grabbed her hair from behind and yanked her closer, forcing her to look up at him. His face was dangerously close, eyes blazing.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice again,” he growled coldly. “You are my submissive now. You will do exactly as I say.”
The word hit her like a slap.
“Submissive?” Maya’s voice trembled with disbelief and pain. “This is the word you’re giving me today?”
A slow, dark smirk touched Atharva’s lips.
“For now, it’s just a word,” he said quietly, menace dripping from every syllable. “You’ll see soon enough what I do next.”
Maya’s jaw tightened.
“I am not taking off your pants.”
His grip in her hair tightened sharply.
Atharva’s eyes turned colder.
“I am absolutely not in the mood to hear your refusal today,” he said in a low, dangerous tone. “So without making a sound… you will do everything I tell you.”
With that, he shoved her away from him.
Maya stumbled slightly.
Her vision blurred as tears gathered in her eyes.
Atharva’s voice thundered again—
“Do it.”
Maya flinched.
Her hands trembled as she slowly reached forward. With shallow, uneven breaths, she opened his belt… then pushed his pants down.
Atharva’s voice came again, colder than before.
“Underwear too.”
Maya’s eyes squeezed shut for a brief second.
Then silently… mechanically… she removed that as well.
For a moment, the room felt suffocating.
Atharva glanced down at her once… then ordered flatly—
“Suck it. Now.”
Maya’s eyes lifted to his face.
The look in his eyes was terrifying — dark, impatient, unforgiving.
“Ple… please…” her voice broke.
“Maya,” he warned, voice dropping into a lethal calm. “Don’t test my patience anymore. You don’t even know me properly.”
His gaze hardened.
“Just suck my dick. Right. Now.”
A tear slipped down Maya’s cheek.
She quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand.
Then slowly…
Eyes shut tight…
She obeyed.
Atharva’s head fell back slightly, his eyes closing as a low breath escaped him.
Tears continued to slide down Maya’s face, but her lips did not stop.
The room filled with the sound of uneven breathing.
Atharva, eyes still closed, murmured—
“Use your tongue now.”
Without a word… without resistance… Maya followed.
Atharva’s breathing grew heavier.
“Yesss… biwi,” he muttered, a dark satisfaction in his tone. “Go deep. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
Maya forced herself to obey, pushing past her discomfort.
A slow smile appeared on Atharva’s face, his eyes still shut.
Time stretched thick and heavy.
Then finally—
Atharva opened his eyes.
“Stop now.”
Maya immediately pulled back.
Her kajal had smudged badly, streaked beneath her tear-filled eyes. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, gaze lowered in silent humiliation.
Atharva reached forward and caught her chin, forcing her face up.
For a brief second… he simply looked at her.
Then, almost casually, he wiped the smudged kajal from her cheek with his thumb.
“Go,” he said coolly. “There’s a box in the drawer over there. Bring it.”
Maya didn’t say a word.
With stiff, controlled steps, she walked toward the drawer and picked up the box. Behind her, Atharva casually pulled out another box from the drawer beside him, his movements slow… deliberate.
A moment later, Maya returned and placed the box on the table in front of him.
Atharva leaned back slightly, eyes dark and watchful.
“Open it.”
Maya reached forward to lift the lid—
“Aise nahi…” Atharva’s voice dropped, calm but commanding. “First bend down… then open it. And your ass should be facing my side.”
Maya’s head snapped up, fury flashing in her eyes.
“Atharva!”
His gaze hardened instantly.
“No arguments, biwi.”
Her jaw clenched tight.
For a second, she looked up at the ceiling, biting her lower lip hard to swallow the humiliation burning in her chest.
Then slowly… very slowly…
She turned her back toward him and bent down in front of the table.
Atharva’s eyes locked onto her instantly.
Dark.
Hungry.
Possessive.
His hand moved forward almost lazily… but the moment his fingers landed, he gave her ass a slow, firm squeeze.
Maya’s body stiffened.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she finally opened the box.
The lid lifted.
And the next second—
She straightened up quickly, standing in front of him again, her breathing uneven, her face burning with a mix of anger and humiliation.
Atharva’s gaze stayed fixed on her.
“Put all of these on your body.”
Maya blinked in confusion, staring at him. Slowly, she reached into the box and took the items into her trembling hands.
Her brows furrowed.
“These are price tags…”
“I know.” His voice was calm, almost cold. “Now stick them on every part of your body… except your eyes.”
Maya’s head jerked up.
“What? Why?”
Atharva leaned forward slightly, eyes darkening.
“A submissive’s job is to obey her master… not argue.”
Heat flared in Maya’s eyes.
For a long second, she glared at him — furious, humiliated — but she said nothing.
One by one… with stiff, reluctant movements…
She began sticking the price tags onto her bare skin.
Her fingers moved mechanically, but inside, her mind was in chaos.
She had no idea what twisted game Atharva was playing.
Minutes later—
Maya stood straight in front of him.
Covered in price tags.
Atharva’s eyes dragged slowly from her head to her toes, inspecting every inch of her like he was assessing merchandise.
“Turn around.”
Maya snapped one of the tags lightly with her fingers, irritation sharp in her voice.
“I’ve put them.”
“Go on, biwi.”said Atharva..
Her jaw tightened.
Without another word, she turned around.
Atharva’s gaze moved over her from behind — slow… thorough… calculating.
Some places had tags.
Some didn’t.
But his focus lingered heavily on her ass, where one tag sat perfectly in place.
A faint, dangerous smirk touched his lips.
“Okay…” His voice dropped. “Now sell me yourself.”
Maya’s eyes widened instantly.
She spun around to face him.
“What did you say?”
Atharva’s expression didn’t change.
“Didn’t you hear me the first time?”
Her chest rose and fell sharply.
“Do you even hear yourself? Do you know what you just said?”
“I know exactly what I said.” His tone turned colder. “Now start… convince me to buy you. Tell me about your body parts… and their use.”
Maya stared at him, fury and humiliation crashing violently inside her.
Her heartbeat thundered.
Her breathing turned uneven.
Never in her life—
Not once—
Had she felt this insulted.
Slowly… stiffly…
She lowered her gaze and stood silently in front of him.
Atharva’s patience snapped a notch.
“Biwi. Go on.”
Maya’s voice came out small, strained.
“I… I don’t know how to do it.”
Atharva studied her for a long, heavy second — eyes dark, unreadable.
Then his voice dropped, cold and commanding.
“Repeat after me… these are my pink, soft, juicy lips… the ones you can suck, bite… and sometimes even use on your dick.”
Maya’s eyes fluttered shut instantly.
Her fingers curled into trembling fists at her sides.
“Say it,” Atharva snapped, irritation sharpening his tone.
Maya’s lips parted.
Her whole body was shaking.
“Th… these… are my…”
Her voice cracked.
“My… pink…”
A tear slipped free.
“Pink… soft… juicy… lips…” she forced out in broken breaths. “Y-you… can… suck… bite… and… use… on your… dick…”
The moment the words left her mouth—
Her tears fell faster.
Atharva hummed low in his throat, watching every flicker of humiliation cross her face.
“Hmm. Now let me taste,” he said coolly. “I’ll test first… then I’ll buy.”
Maya didn’t argue.
Didn’t protest.
Like she had run out of strength somewhere along the way—
She stepped toward him.
In a flash, Atharva caught her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap.
A soft gasp escaped her.
His fingers moved to the corner of her lips, flicking away the tiny tag stuck there. It fluttered to the floor between them.
“Kiss me, heart,” he murmured dangerously close to her mouth. “Otherwise how will I know if these lips are useful to me?”
Maya kept her gaze lowered.
Slowly… hesitantly…
She placed her lips over his.
For half a heartbeat—
Then Atharva took control.
His hand slid to the back of her neck, gripping firmly as he captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss — intense, possessive, leaving no room for escape.
Maya’s breath hitched against his mouth.
The room felt smaller.
Hotter.
Heavy with something dark and dangerous.
After a few long moments, Atharva pulled back.
Maya immediately slipped off his lap and stood in front of him again, eyes lowered, chest rising and falling unevenly.
Atharva reached into the box beside him.
Pulled out a thick stack of cash.
And threw it at her.
The notes scattered across her body… sliding down… falling one by one onto the marble floor.
“Those lips are mine now.”
Maya’s eyes squeezed shut in humiliation as the last note drifted to the ground between her feet.
Atharva leaned back slightly, eyes still dark with that dangerous amusement.
“Next… hmm.” His gaze dragged slowly over her trembling body. “Your boobs.”
Maya’s lips parted.
“My… boo… boobs are—”
“Soft,” Atharva cut in smoothly, voice low and deliberate. “Bouncy… big… with small, tight nipples.”
His eyes locked onto hers.
“Repeat it.”
Maya drew in a shaky breath, her chest rising unevenly.
“S-so… soft… bouncy… big…” Her voice trembled badly. “…small… nipples.”
A slow, devilish smile spread across Atharva’s face.
“Nice, biwi.” His tone dropped huskily. “I am loving this game… fuck.” His eyes darkened further. “Come. Let me taste them too.”
Maya finally lifted her gaze toward him — hurt flickering beneath the fear.
“Atharva…”
“What, biwi?” he said mockingly. “In offline shopping, I have to check before I buy, right? If it were online, I would have just looked and purchased.” His smirk deepened. “Thanks to you, I learned the importance of offline shopping.”
His voice hardened.
“Now come.”
Maya swallowed whatever protest was rising in her throat.
Slowly… mechanically…
She stepped in front of him.
Atharva rose slightly from the couch, hands immediately gripping her breasts — rough, possessive. His fingers pressed hard as he lowered his head and took one into his mouth.
Maya’s breath hitched sharply.
He sucked deeply… deliberately… then shifted to the other, licking and biting at the sensitive peak with slow, punishing intent.
The room filled with the sound of her uneven breathing.
Maya stood frozen.
Unable to move.
Unable to stop him.
After a few moments, Atharva pushed her back again.
Without a word, he grabbed another stack of cash and flung it at her.
Notes scattered across her skin… sliding down… falling to the floor.
“These are mine too.”
Maya’s tears were flowing freely now.
Her vision blurred.
“Oh, biwi…” Atharva drawled lazily, tilting his head as he watched the money on the floor. “The cash has fallen. Pick it up. I still have a lot more to buy.”
Something inside her finally cracked.
With shaking shoulders, Maya dropped to her knees and began picking up the scattered notes one by one. Her fingers trembled so badly that some slipped from her grip.
Atharva sat back, elbow on the armrest, chin resting on his knuckles — watching her like she was part of the game he was thoroughly enjoying.
But Maya couldn’t take it anymore.
Suddenly—
She left the money where it was.
And collapsed fully onto her knees.
A broken sob tore out of her chest.
Then another.
And another.
Within seconds, she was crying uncontrollably — loud, raw, shattered — her whole body shaking with the force of it.
Atharva didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Just watched.
After a few moments, Maya finally forced the words out between sobs.
“Please…” she cried, folding her trembling hands together. “I’m begging you… just stop now… I have never faced this much insult in my life…”
Her voice broke completely.
“Yes, I made a mistake… but how can you make me feel this horrible…?” Her tear-filled eyes lifted toward him, full of hurt. “Don’t you have any heart… or emotions…?”
Atharva’s gaze remained fixed on her face — unreadable.
Maya let out a hollow, broken laugh through her tears.
“Whom am I even begging…?” she whispered bitterly. “Someone who doesn’t care at all…”
Then suddenly she broke again — louder, sharper.
“I really wish… I wish…” her voice cracked violently, “…that day I had never gone to that wedding… never met you…”
Her shoulders shook as another sob ripped out.
“At least… I wouldn’t have had to suffer this humiliation…”
At that, Maya lowered her head again and broke into fresh sobs, her shoulders trembling violently.
Atharva watched her in silence for a few long seconds.
Then his voice cut sharply through the room.
“Stop. Now.”
Maya slowly lifted her tear-soaked eyes toward him, her lips quivering. Folding her hands weakly, she whispered in a broken voice, “I… I can’t do this anymore, Atharva… I feel like I’m dying from inside… Please… spare me… please…”
Atharva leaned down toward her, his face suddenly inches from hers.
“I told you to be quiet,” he said coldly. His eyes hardened. “If even one more tear falls… I will start all of this again.”
Fear flashed across Maya’s face.
She hurriedly wiped her cheeks with shaky hands, forcing herself to look at him despite the storm raging inside her.
Slowly, Atharva slid his arm around her neck and pulled her face closer — too close — their breaths almost colliding.
“Why do you do things that force me into this, hmm?” His voice dropped, quieter now, almost rough with something unreadable. “I didn’t want to make you cry like this… but you…” His jaw tightened faintly. “…you always leave me helpless.”
Maya stared at him in stunned silence.
She had seen this version of Atharva before — the man who wounded her… and then acted like the one applying the balm.
But this time—
She didn’t believe a single word.
Her face went blank.
She said nothing.
Atharva studied her quietly for a moment, then his tone shifted.
“Want to eat something?”
Maya shook her head faintly.
“N-no.”
“Why?” His brows pulled together. “You haven’t eaten anything. Then why aren’t you hungry?”
Her voice came out hollow.
“My hunger died after that humiliation.”
For a brief second, something flickered in Atharva’s eyes — dark and unreadable.
Then his lips curved slightly.
“No problem,” he murmured. “I’m here… I’ll bring your hunger back.”
Before Maya could react—
Atharva stood and suddenly lifted her by the waist.
A small gasp escaped her.
Still completely bare, the two of them moved toward the bedroom — the air between them thick, heavy, suffocating.
Inside the dimly lit room, Atharva placed her down gently on the bed.
Then he picked up his phone and ordered dinner as if nothing unusual had happened.
Maya quickly grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it tightly around herself, almost like armor.
Atharva sat down in front of her, silent… watching.
Just watching.
Her eyes were swollen.
Her lashes still wet.
Her gaze fixed downward.
Slowly — almost gently — Atharva reached forward and brushed his fingers near her eyes.
Maya instinctively pulled back.
Right then, the dinner arrived.
Atharva stood, placed a towel around his waist, and brought the food inside, setting it neatly on the table before locking the door behind him.
Then he turned.
“Come, heart.”
Maya said nothing.
Clutching the blanket tightly around herself, she moved toward the couch instead.
Atharva’s voice stopped her mid-step.
“Sit in my lap.”
A beat.
“And leave the blanket there.”
Maya froze.
Her eyes lifted toward him — shocked, helpless, cornered.
But what choice did she have?
Slowly… hesitantly…
She placed the blanket back on the bed.
And with small, reluctant steps—
She walked toward him.
Naked.
Vulnerable.
And completely at his mercy.
Atharva slowly slipped the towel aside.
The soft fabric fell carelessly to the floor.
Before Maya could even process it fully, he pulled her onto his lap, his grip firm but controlled.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Atharva reached up, gently adjusting the strands of Maya’s messy hair, his fingers surprisingly careful — almost tender.
“Feed me, biwi.”
Maya’s lashes fluttered.
She stole a brief glance at him — hesitant, guarded — before quietly picking up the spoon.
Her hand was steady… but her heart was anything but.
She scooped a small portion of food and lifted it toward his lips.
Atharva didn’t break eye contact.
Not even for a second.
He opened his mouth slowly, eating from her hand while watching her — intensely… possessively… like he was reading every flicker on her face.
The silence between them felt heavy.
Loaded.
After a few bites, Atharva took the spoon from her hand.
Without a word, he fed her back.
Maya hesitated for half a second… then accepted it.
Quietly.
Slowly.
Like the fight inside her had momentarily gone still.
Time passed like that — strangely calm after the storm.
Eventually, dinner was finished.
Without warning, Atharva lifted Maya into his arms again.
This time, she didn’t gasp.
Didn’t resist.
Didn’t react at all.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down carefully — far more gently than the chaos he had unleashed earlier.
One by one, the lights went off.
Darkness wrapped around the room.
Atharva slid onto the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms, holding her close against his chest.
His grip wasn’t harsh now.
It was firm.
Possessive.
Protective… in his own dangerous way.
Maya remained silent.
Still.
She didn’t argue.
Didn’t protest.
She simply let herself rest there — in the space he had made for her… or trapped her in.
Within minutes, their bodies were pressed close, breaths slowly evening out in the quiet darkness.
And like that—
Entangled in a storm neither of them understood…
They drifted into sleep.