Run! Run! （Darkest part 2）
Atharva strides into the dark room with Maya still over his shoulder.
"Stop, Atharva!" Maya shouts, struggling. "Put me down! At least not today... please don't do this today."
Atharva doesn't slow down.
"Why?" he replies coldly. "What's so special about today? BDSM is best enjoyed in exactly this kind of mood. The more anger there is... the better the sex."
He walks inside and throws her onto the bed.
Maya quickly steadies herself, pushing up into a sitting position. Her eyes lock onto him-half anger, half fear.
Atharva calmly begins removing his belt, his gaze fixed on her.
"Do you know how many people crave this?" he says slowly. "People literally beg for it."
Maya's eyes drop to the belt now wrapped around his hand.
Her voice trembles.
"Wh... what are you doing?"
Atharva tilts his head slightly.
"Preparing you, biwi," he murmurs. "To fulfill my fantasies."
"Atharva... it will hurt. Please."
For a moment he simply looks at her.
Then he opens a drawer beside the bed and takes out a pill.
"Take this," he says, extending it toward her.
Maya stares at it.
"This... this is the same one you gave me that day, isn't it?"
"Yes, heart," Atharva replies calmly. "Today is your first day of BDSM. You'll need it. I won't give it to you again."
Maya shakes her head firmly.
"I'm not taking that."
She quickly gets off the bed and moves to the far corner of the room.
Atharva suddenly slams the belt against the floor with a sharp crack.
"Ah... damn!" he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "The farther you run from me, the harsher I'll become."
A dark smile spreads across his face.
"And trust me... that will make it even more fun."
Maya's breathing grows uneven.
"Atharva, please come to your senses. What the hell is going on in your mind?"
Without answering, Atharva casually turns toward the television and switches it on.
The room suddenly fills with unfamiliar sounds.
Maya's voice stops mid-sentence as her attention snaps toward the screen.
Her eyes widen in shock.
Atharva begins walking toward her slowly.
"Are you watching that girl?" he murmurs. "Look at her... see how much she's enjoying it."
"Ath... Atharva... look-"
"First remove the saree, my love," he interrupts. "Then I'll look at you properly."
Before Maya can react-
Atharva grabs the end of her saree and yanks it sharply.
The pins scatter across the floor with tiny metallic clicks.
Within seconds, the saree slips away from her body.
Maya stands there frozen.
Her eyes lift toward him.
Atharva watches her with a slow, predatory gaze.
Maya instinctively takes a step back.
"Please stop," she whispers shakily. "I can't do this."
Atharva holds the pill out toward her again.
"Come, take this pill," he says quietly. "After that, everything will happen naturally."
Maya shakes her head immediately, fear flashing across her face.
"No... no. I'm not taking that."
For a moment Atharva simply stares at her.
Then suddenly he throws the pill across the room.
"Fine," he says sharply, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. "Don't take it. But whatever happens next... I won't take responsibility."
Maya shoves him with all the strength she has.
He stumbles half a step back.
Without wasting a second, she turns and runs toward the door.
But before she can reach it-
Atharva catches her from behind, one arm sliding across her chest as he pulls her firmly against him.
"Don't, biwi... don't," he murmurs near her ear.
"Please... please don't do this," Maya pleads, struggling in his grip. "I can't..."
Atharva lowers his face into the curve of her neck, breathing her in slowly.
And then with a sudden, ruthless pull-
her blouse tears.
The sound of fabric ripping fills the room.
Maya cries out and jerks away from him, clutching herself as she stumbles back.
Atharva begins walking toward her again, slow and deliberate.
"Let me tear your petticoat too," he says calmly.
Before he can come closer-
Maya's hand flies across his face.
The slap echoes sharply in the room.
"Stop your fucking shit!" she snaps, pointing a trembling finger at him.
For a second... silence.
Then instead of anger-
Atharva smiles.
A slow, unsettling smile.
"Good, heart," he murmurs, rubbing the side of his face lightly. "That's exactly how you should react."
His eyes darken.
"Slap me more."
Maya stares at him in disbelief.
This wasn't the reaction she expected.
Her breath grows uneven as she slowly turns, preparing to run again-
But before she can move two steps-
Atharva's belt snaps around her waist, pulling her back against him.
"Atharva!" she gasps.
"Sshh..." he whispers close to her ear.
His hand moves to the string of her petticoat.
Within seconds-
the knot loosens.
And the fabric slides down her legs.
Atharva presses a lingering kiss against her neck before stepping back, pushing her lightly away from him.
He begins unbuttoning his shirt, eyes fixed on her.
"Dance."
Maya stares at him, stunned.
"Are you serious?" she snaps. "Am I a slut or what?"
Atharva pulls his shirt off and throws it onto the bed.
Then he wraps the belt slowly around his hand.
"You're my slut right now."
Suddenly-
CRACK.
The belt lashes against the floor.
"Dance."
Maya flinches.
"This time," Atharva says quietly, "if your body doesn't move... this belt will land on you with the same force."
He walks toward the music system and presses play.
The room fills with the soft, intoxicating melody-
"Zara Zara behakta hai... mehakta hai..."
The sensual rhythm spreads through the dimly lit room.
Atharva leans back slightly against the table, watching her.
Waiting.
Atharva thundered,"Do I need to repeat myself?"
Maya's body trembles, but slowly... hesitantly... she begins to move.
Her movements are stiff, uncertain, driven more by fear than rhythm.
Atharva starts circling around her, watching every small motion of her body like a predator studying its prey.
The dim light of the room falls across her bare skin while the music continues to play softly in the background.
"Zara zara behakta hai..."
Maya keeps her eyes lowered.
Her cheeks burn with shame, but fear forces her body to keep moving.
Atharva's gaze roams over her without restraint.
After a few moments, he walks to the drawer and pulls out a thin cane.
Maya doesn't notice.
She keeps swaying faintly, her head bowed, her arms stiff at her sides.
Atharva steps close to her again.
Very close.
Then-
CRACK.
The cane strikes sharply across her arm.
"Sit down."
"Aah!" Maya cries out, clutching her arm.
"Sit down, biwi," Atharva repeats coldly. "On your knees."
Maya rubs her arm softly, tears instantly filling her eyes.
Slowly... reluctantly... she lowers herself onto her knees in front of him.
Atharva looks down at her.
"Open my pants."
Maya glances up at him briefly, her eyes wet and hesitant.
CRACK.
The cane hits her shoulder.
"Open it."
Maya shuts her eyes for a second, swallowing the humiliation.
Then with trembling fingers... she opens his pants.
Atharva exhales slowly.
"Please me."
Maya's voice shakes.
"Atharva... you're forcing me."
Suddenly Atharva grabs her hair tightly, pulling her head back.
"I was forcing you yesterday too," he says harshly. "Now tell me, biwi... will you do it yourself or not?"
Maya shakes her head weakly.
"Never."
For a moment Atharva studies her face.
Then without warning-
he forces himself into her mouth.
Maya's hands instinctively grab his thighs.
Atharva grips her hair even tighter and begins moving harshly.
Maya's eyes widen in shock.
He pushes deeper and deeper, leaving her almost unable to breathe.
Tears spill from her eyes.
Saliva drips down her chin.
Her chest heaves desperately for air, but Atharva shows no sign of stopping.
The room fills with the sounds of her muffled choking and the slow music still playing in the background.
After several moments-
he finally pulls away.
Maya collapses onto the floor, coughing violently as she tries to breathe.
Atharva walks away casually, completely naked now.
He opens the drawer again and takes something out before sitting down on the couch in front of her.
Maya remains on the floor, breathing heavily, her body shaking.
Atharva watches her for a moment.
"Come here."
Maya lifts her head slowly.
"What else do you want?" she whispers bitterly. "My life too?"
"Come here," he snaps louder.
Maya slowly gets up and walks toward him.
Atharva grabs her wrist and places something in her hand.
"Use this."
Maya looks down at it.
"What the hell is this?"
"It's a dildo," Atharva says calmly. "Use it in front of me."
Maya immediately shakes her head.
"I will not do this shit."
Atharva's expression darkens.
Suddenly he grabs her from behind, gripping her hips roughly and pulling her against him.
Then he bends down and bites harshly between her legs, between her thighs.
"Aah!" Maya screams, her body jerking. "Atharva! Stop-stop! Please!"
But he continues biting roughly, almost punishingly.
Pain shoots through her body.
"I'll do it!" Maya cries desperately. "I'll do whatever you say... please stop now!"
Atharva slowly releases her and steps back.
For a moment he simply stands there, breathing heavily, his dark eyes locked on her trembling body.
"Go then," he says coldly.
Maya instinctively presses her palm between her legs. The place where he had bitten her burns painfully, sending sharp waves through her body. She winces, her breathing uneven.
For a few seconds she doesn't move.
Then she turns toward the bed.
"No."
Atharva's voice cuts through the dim room instantly.
"On the table. Right in front of me."
Maya stops mid-step.
Her shoulders stiffen. The fear crawling under her skin is visible now, but she doesn't argue.
Silently, she walks toward the table and climbs onto it.
The room feels suffocating.
Only the bluish light from the television flickers across the dark walls, painting shadows across Atharva's face.
Maya sits on the table quietly.
Her body is rigid now, completely tense. Her fingers tremble slightly where they grip the edge of the table.
She doesn't want to do any of this.
But Atharva's rage tonight is something she knows she cannot fight.
Atharva leans back against the couch, his gaze traveling slowly over her naked body.
"Spread your legs."
Maya closes her eyes for a brief moment.
Then, without speaking, she slowly spreads her legs apart.
Atharva's gaze instantly drops between them.
His eyes darken as he watches her pussy, studying her with the intense focus of a predator.
"Insert it."
Maya inhales shakily.
Her fingers tremble as she picks up the dildo lying beside her.
Slowly... hesitantly... she pushes it inside her pussy.
A broken sound escapes her lips.
Across from her, Atharva's hand moves instinctively to his own dick as he watches.
Maya begins moving the dildo slowly in and out.
Her breathing grows heavier with each motion. Her chest rises and falls faster now, her heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears.
Her eyes remain tightly shut.
"Harder, biwi," Atharva murmurs.
Maya opens her eyes slightly and looks at him.
Then she tries to move the dildo more roughly.
Atharva watches for a few seconds.
Then suddenly he stands.
In two strides he reaches her.
Grabbing both her legs, he pulls her closer to the edge of the table.
Maya gasps softly.
Atharva takes the dildo from her hand.
"Watch me."
Before she can react, he pushes it back inside her pussy with much more force.
Maya's body jerks violently.
"Aahh! No-Atharva... gentle, please!"
"Not today."
His voice remains calm, but merciless.
He begins thrusting the dildo inside her faster and harder.
"Squeeze your boobs, biwi."
Maya's eyes squeeze shut as a loud cry escapes her throat.
Atharva doesn't slow down.
"Squeeze."
Her entire body trembles.
Finally, without arguing further, Maya wraps her hands around her breasts and squeezes them as he ordered.
Her cries begin echoing across the dark room now.
The faint music playing in the background mixes with her broken sounds.
Atharva watches her intensely, completely consumed by the sight of her.
His breathing grows heavier.
Then suddenly-
He pulls the dildo out in one sharp motion and throws it aside.
A sharp cry bursts from Maya's lips.
Her hand instantly moves down to her pussy, trying to soothe the aching pain there.
She attempts to close her legs and sit properly.
But Atharva's voice stops her again.
"Did I say you could close your legs?"
Maya slowly lifts her head.
Her eyes are red now, wet and exhausted.
"Why are you being this harsh?" she whispers weakly.
Atharva steps forward and grabs her arm, pulling her toward him. In the next second he throws her roughly onto the couch and spreads her legs apart.
"Atharva-" she gasps.
But Atharva doesn't respond.
Without hesitation, he thrusts his dick inside her.
Maya's scream bursts out instantly, sharp and broken.
Atharva grips her throat with one hand and begins fucking her harshly.
Maya's eyes roll upward as his fingers tighten around her neck. He isn't trying to kill her... but the force he's using is brutal. His grip is unforgiving, and with every thrust her skin grows redder, her body shaking beneath him.
Suddenly he lifts both her legs and throws them over his shoulders.
Holding her firmly by the waist, Atharva begins thrusting even harder.
Maya's screams grow louder, echoing across the dark room.
"Yes... biwi," Atharva growls. "Louder... scream louder."
His pace increases.
The sound of skin slamming against skin fills the room.
After several minutes he suddenly pulls away.
Maya collapses back on the couch, breathing heavily, trying to steady herself as her chest rises and falls rapidly.
Atharva steps back calmly.
He lights a cigarette.
The orange flame flickers briefly in the dim room before fading.
He inhales slowly... then exhales a long stream of smoke.
With his other hand, he lifts the belt lying nearby and slams it hard against the floor.
The loud crack makes Maya flinch.
Her eyes snap toward the sound.
Atharva takes another puff and says calmly,
"Run."
Maya blinks in confusion.
"Huh?"
CRACK.
The belt strikes the ground again.
"Run!"
Fear shoots through her instantly.
Without looking back again, Maya jumps up and runs.
A slow smile spreads across Atharva's face.
He takes another drag from the cigarette and begins walking after her, dragging the belt along the floor before striking it loudly with every few steps.
Maya runs ahead of him through the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor.
Behind her-
CRACK.
CRACK.
CRACK.
Atharva walks after her, the belt slamming against the ground again and again as if he's hunting prey.
Maya runs until she reaches the pool room.
She stops near the far edge and turns around, breathing heavily.
Atharva steps inside moments later.
The faint lights from the indoor pool shimmer across the room, reflecting on the water.
"When you were going to chase me anyway," Maya says breathlessly, stepping backward, "then why did you let me run?"
Atharva exhales smoke slowly.
"Because I was enjoying it," he replies calmly.
"Watching you run like that."
Maya stares at him in disbelief.
"Oh my God, Atharva... what are you?"
Her voice shakes.
"It feels like I'm talking to a psychopath."
Atharva takes another drag and walks closer.
"I am a psychopath."
He flicks the cigarette to the floor and crushes it beneath his foot.
Then he moves toward her.
Maya immediately runs to the opposite side of the pool.
Atharva stops at one edge.
She stands at the other.
"How long will you keep running, biwi?" he asks quietly.
"As long as I can."
She slowly begins stepping sideways, trying to move toward the exit.
Atharva's expression begins changing now.
The playful smile disappears.
Anger replaces it.
"You're playing with fire, biwi," he says coldly. "And now I'm not enjoying it anymore."
"Come here."
Maya keeps moving slowly toward the pool gate.
"In your dreams."
And with that, she suddenly pushes the gate open and runs out.
Atharva's jaw tightens.
He throws the belt aside angrily and strides after her.
But when he steps outside-
She's gone.
The hallway is empty.
It's as if the air itself swallowed her.
Atharva's chest rises with rage.
"Maya!" he shouts."Come out on your own... don't make me suffer like this!"
Silence answers him.
His eyes shift toward the main gate.
Still locked.
Which means-She's still inside the floor.Atharva storms into the bedroom first.
Empty.
His frustration grows stronger.
Without wasting another second, he walks back to the dark room and grabs his phone.
Within moments he opens the house security cameras.
His eyes scan each room carefully.
Then-
He sees her.
In the gym room.
Maya is curled in one corner, sitting naked on the floor, her knees pulled close to her chest. Her body trembles slightly as she tries to stay quiet.
She has no idea the cameras are watching her.
The moment Atharva sees her-A slow, devilish smile spreads across his face.
He tosses the phone aside and heads straight toward the gym room.
The door bursts open loudly.
Maya immediately clamps her hand over her mouth.
Atharva begins walking slowly toward her.
"Maya... Maya, biwi..." his voice echoes softly in the gym room. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
Maya's eyes dart around nervously. Then she notices something in the mirror across the room.
Atharva's reflection.
He is walking straight toward her.
Her eyes widen in shock. Fear shoots through her chest and she quickly stands up.
Within seconds-
Atharva is standing right in front of her.
"Y-you... how did you know I was here?" she stammers.
Atharva simply whistles and lifts his finger upward.
Maya instinctively looks toward the ceiling.
A camera.
Her face drains of color.
"Wh-what...?"
Before she can react, Atharva suddenly grabs her arm and pulls her violently against his chest.
"Why did you make me suffer like that, biwi?" he murmurs darkly. "Maybe I could've been gentle before... but not now."
Maya looks at his face, her voice exhausted.
"Please... just let me go. I'm so tired today... I can't do this anymore."
Atharva stares at her for a moment.
Then he turns her around abruptly and pushes her against the wall, forcing her to bend forward.
Before Maya can even process what's happening-
Atharva thrusts his dick inside her.
But not in her pussy.
In her asshole.
"Aaahhhh-God... Atharva!" Maya screams.
Atharva grabs her hair tightly and begins fucking her brutally.
"No! No... please stop!" Maya cries.
Tears stream down her face as pain rips through her body.
Small drops of blood begin sliding down her thighs, some staining Atharva's dick.
But he doesn't stop.
"Abuse me," Atharva growls.
"St-stop... please..." she sobs.
He pulls her hair harder.
"What did I say?"
Maya cries harder.
"Just leave me... bloody bastard! You dirty pimp!"
A faint smile appears on Atharva's face.
Maya's body has reached its limit.
Summoning the last bit of strength she has, she suddenly straightens and forcefully pushes Atharva away from behind.
He stumbles a step back.
"What did you just do?" he says slowly.
Maya walks toward him, trembling with anger.
"Can't you see my pain?"
Atharva tilts his head slightly.
"Then how will I be rough?"
Maya glares at him and digs her nails into the wound on his body.
"Then feel it too."
Atharva looks directly into her eyes.
"Hurt me as much as you want... but when it's my turn, don't cry."
Her fingers freeze.
But a little blood has already appeared from the scratch.
Before Maya can react-
Atharva grabs her again and starts fucking her brutally once more.
He spanks her ass repeatedly while thrusting hard.
Maya's screams echo across the room.
Minutes pass.
Then more time passes.
But Atharva's hunger doesn't fade.
He keeps changing positions again and again, using her body relentlessly.
At some point-
Maya completely surrenders.
Her resistance disappears.
Atharva eventually lifts her into his arms and carries her back into the dark room.
There he forces her to bend down again.
This time he strikes her ass with a stick before continuing to fuck her.
Maya's tears stream down endlessly.
Her voice breaks with every scream.
"Sometimes on the bed, sometimes by the window... sometimes Maya would be on top of Atharva, and sometimes Atharva would be over her.
At times, Atharva would simply lick her pussy. Every position that was possible... he did all of them with her - roughly and intensely. Without her permission, without even asking her."She was screaming, screaming like hell and begging for him to stop...
But Atharva refuses to stop.
Hours pass like this.
Finally-
He releases her.
Maya's knees immediately give out.
She collapses onto the floor.Even breathing feels difficult now.Her lips are dry and trembling.
Atharva watches her for a moment before sitting down in front of her.
He picks up a water bottle and holds it out.
"Take a deep breath, biwi... and drink."
Maya's hands tremble as she takes the bottle.She slowly begins drinking.
Atharva silently studies her body.
Marks cover her skin.
Not just love bites now-But bruises from sticks and belts.
For a moment, his gaze lowers.
Then he pushes the stick toward her.
"You can punish me too."
Maya looks at him weakly.
Taking a deep breath, she speaks hoarsely.
"You always do this... first you destroy me... and then you behave like you care about me."
She glances down at her own body.
"Look at my condition... I can't even speak properly. My whole body hurts."
Tears slip from her eyes.
"What have I ever done to you, Atharva?"
Her voice cracks.
"You won't let me die peacefully... and you won't let me live peacefully either."
"If you want to force sex on me, then do it... but why this much cruelty?"
She breaks down crying.
"These fantasies... you should have them with someone who actually wants this."
Silence fills the room.
Atharva just sits there watching her.
Then he says quietly,
"Beat me."
Maya doesn't look at him.
"Biwi... please. Punish me."
She suddenly looks at him with anger.
Grabbing the stick from his hand, she starts hitting him repeatedly with all her strength.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Atharva doesn't move.
Not even once.
He just sits there with his eyes closed while Maya continues striking him harder and harder.
Finally-
Exhausted, Maya throws the stick away.
Red marks now cover Atharva's body.
He slowly opens his eyes and looks at her.
"Why did you stop?"
"You don't even care, do you?" Maya says weakly. "Even after getting beaten like that... you didn't move once. It felt like I was hitting a stone."
Atharva slowly picks up the stick again and extends it back toward her.
"Hmm... then hit me again," he says quietly. "Hit me until your heart is satisfied."
Maya looks at his face strangely. Something about his expression feels different tonight.
Strangely different.
Maybe she recognizes that look... or maybe she doesn't.
Atharva sits there in front of her with his head lowered, holding the stick out toward her.
Maya stares at him for a few silent seconds.Then suddenly something shifts in her mind.
Instead of taking the stick-
She moves forward and wraps her arms around him.
"I want to sleep, Atharva..." she whispers tiredly against his chest.
"Please... stop this now."
Atharva flung the stick aside and quickly caught her in his arms before heading toward the room. Soft morning sunlight had begun slipping through the corridor outside, but inside the dark room, the drawn curtains had kept them completely unaware that dawn had already arrived.
Maya remained quiet, curled close in Atharva's arms.
Without saying a word, he carried her straight into the bathroom. Gently, he filled the bathtub with warm water and lowered her into it.
Maya didn't protest... didn't question anything. She simply watched him in silence.
After making sure the water was right, Atharva waited for a moment and then turned as if to leave.
Maya suddenly reached out and caught his hand.
"Come with me... your body has scars too."
Atharva looked at her for a brief second, something unreadable passing through his eyes.
Then, without arguing, he stepped into the tub and lay down beside her.
The bathtub was large enough for both of them to stretch comfortably.
Maya rested her head softly against his shoulder, while Atharva wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
At that moment, the closeness between them... the quiet tenderness... felt almost unreal.
If any normal person had seen them like this after what had happened earlier, they would never believe it.
Slowly, in each other's arms, both of them drifted to sleep.
And the water in the tub continued to rise... inch by inch.