I want milk from you!
Maya lay peacefully on the bed, lost in a deep, fragile sleep. The room was dim, wrapped in silence, only the faint sound of the night breeze brushing against the curtains.
Suddenly—
She felt it.
A touch.
Light… cold… against her feet.
Her brows twitched. Her breathing shifted.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, scanning the darkness around her.
And then—
Her entire body froze.
Standing right in front of her… was a man.
Dressed in a black hoodie and black jeans, his face completely covered with a mask. His presence felt heavy… dangerous… suffocating.
Fear shot through Maya’s veins.
She quickly tried to get up, her lips parting to call out—
“Maya: Athar—”
Before she could even complete his name, the man lunged forward.
His hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
The other hand pressed a knife dangerously close to her throat.
“Man: Don’t even try to make a sound.”
Maya’s fingers tightened around the bedsheet, clutching it as if it was her only anchor. Her wide, terrified eyes locked onto his.
For a moment, he just stared at her.
Then a low, unsettling chuckle escaped him.
“Man: No doubt about your beauty… how does Atharva Raisinghani not melt? You look… deadly.”
Maya’s breathing grew heavier, panic building with every passing second.
The man slowly moved her hair aside using the tip of the knife.
Maya shut her eyes tightly, turning her face away, her entire body trembling.
He watched her like that for a second… then suddenly grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to face him.
“Man: We’ve finally found Atharva Raisinghani’s weakness… but how can I kill something so beautiful without tasting it first…”
He paused.
Then his voice turned darker… colder.
“But killing you won’t mean much… killing your child will hurt more.”
Maya’s eyes snapped open.
Her gaze fell on his face… then slowly drifted to the knife—
It had lowered.
Just a little.
Her chest rose sharply.
And in the very next second—
She pushed him with all her strength.
“Maya: Atharva! Atharva!”
The man stumbled back, falling to the ground.
Maya jumped off the bed and ran toward the door, her heart pounding violently.
“Maya: Atharva!”
The moment Atharva heard her voice from the study, something inside him snapped.
He rushed out immediately.
Maya, running blindly, collided straight into his chest.
He held her instantly.
“Atharva: What happened? Why are you so scared?”
Maya clutched his shirt tightly, her fingers trembling.
“Maya: Th-there… in our room… someone…”
Atharva frowned, his gaze sharpening.
“What? Who is in our room?”
Maya tried to speak, but her breath was uneven, her voice refusing to come out.
Atharva held her gently, grounding her.
“I’ll check. Don’t be scared.”
He tried to move—
But Maya grabbed him tighter.
“No… no… don’t leave me…”
Atharva softened immediately.
“Calm down, biwi… you’re with me. You’re completely safe. Just calm down…”
Slowly… her breathing steadied.
Holding her close, Atharva walked toward the room.
Maya’s eyes kept darting around nervously, while Atharva’s gaze scanned every corner with precision.
He made her sit on the bed, then began checking the entire room carefully.
Closet. Corners. Curtains.
Nothing.
No one.
No signs of intrusion.
No presence.
He stepped onto the balcony and looked down—
Empty.
Behind him, Maya followed his every movement, fear still clinging to her.
After a few moments, Atharva returned and sat close to her.
“Exactly what happened, biwi?”
Maya looked at him… and told him everything.
Every second.
Every word.
Atharva pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her hair as he processed everything she said.
Silently.
Intensely.
After a few moments, he tried to move away—
But Maya immediately held onto him.
“Don’t go away from me… please… I’m scared…”
Something in Atharva’s eyes darkened.
Anger.
Possessiveness.
And a deep, aching softness for her.
Without saying anything, he pulled her closer and leaned back against the bed.
Maya rested her head against his chest, holding onto him tightly, as if letting go would destroy her.
Atharva, with one hand around her, used his phone with the other—sending everything to Rana.
Maya stayed like that… clinging to him… refusing to move.
—
At evening.
Maya and Atharva walked downstairs.
The hall was empty.
They exchanged a brief glance before stepping out into the garden.
Everyone was seated there.
By now, Maya’s family had left. Only Atharva’s family and Kriti remained.
All eyes turned toward them.
Rajvendra spoke gently, “Maya, beta… are you okay now? You didn’t even come for lunch. Is your health fine?”
Maya nodded slightly.
They both sat down.
But Maya didn’t let go of Atharva’s shirt—not even for a second.
Everyone noticed.
They assumed it was because of the parcel incident in the morning… so no one said anything.
After a moment, Atharva spoke, “Kriti, what are you doing here?”
Rajvendra replied, “I called her. We wanted to throw a party for all the company employees. We couldn’t celebrate your marriage properly… but we can at least celebrate the baby.”
Atharva took a slow breath. “Mm-hmm. But this will be too much for one person. Why don’t you take help?”
Kriti nodded, “Sir, if the family members get involved, it will be better. Employees will feel that their boss truly cares… and the work will be easier too.”
Atharva nodded slightly. “Good idea.”
Rajvendra smiled. “Yes… but who will go? Atharva—”
“No!! Atharva won’t go anywhere.”
Maya’s sudden voice cut through the air.
Everyone looked at her.
Then silently agreed.
Dhruv spoke, “Veer, you go. You don’t have anywhere else to be, and you know everything about the company anyway.”
Veer seemed lost in thought.
“Haan? Where?”
Dhruv sighed, “Bhai, where are you lost? Just help Kriti organize the party. I would’ve done it, but I have to go to Anvi’s place.”
Veer nodded, “Okay.”
For a while, everyone talked casually.
But beneath the surface—
Something had changed.
Something dark had entered their lives.
And it wasn’t done yet.
After some time, they all moved inside for dinner.
Night had settled heavily over the mansion.
The corridors were silent… too silent. The kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful—only watchful.
Inside the room, the lights were dim.
Maya lay on the bed, her eyes open.
Sleep refused to come.
Her fingers rested protectively over her stomach… her breathing unevenly… her mind replaying everything again and again—the masked man… the knife… his words.
“Killing your child will hurt more…”
Her grip tightened.
Beside her, Atharva was awake.
He wasn’t even pretending to sleep.
One arm wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her close… as if letting go wasn’t an option anymore. His eyes were open, staring into the darkness, sharp… alert.
Every small sound.
Every movement.
He was listening to everything.
Maya shifted slightly, pressing closer to him.
“Maya: Atharva…”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
Atharva immediately tightened his hold. “Hmm… I’m here.”
“Maya: You won’t leave me… right?”
His jaw clenched for a second.
“You really think I’d let anything happen to you?”
Maya didn’t answer.
She just buried her face deeper into his chest.
Atharva’s hand moved to her head, gently stroking her hair—but his eyes… they were cold now. Dangerous.
Whoever it was…
They had made a mistake.
A big one.
Suddenly—
A phone rang.
The sharp sound cut through the silence like a blade.
Maya flinched instantly, gripping Atharva harder.
Atharva’s gaze snapped toward the bedside table.
Unknown number.
His expression darkened.
He slowly picked up the phone.
For a second… he just stared at the screen.
Then answered.
“Atharva: Who is this?”
Silence.
Only faint static.
Maya looked up at him, fear creeping back into her eyes.
“Atharva: Speak.”
A low… distorted voice finally came through.
“Voice: How’s the gift?”
Atharva’s fingers tightened around the phone.
Maya froze.
That voice.
Her breathing hitched.
Atharva’s tone turned lethal. “Who the hell are you?”
A soft chuckle echoed from the other side.
“Voice: Didn’t like it? I thought it would be… memorable.”
Maya shook her head slowly, whispering, “No… no…”
Atharva noticed instantly and pulled her closer.
“Atharva: If you have the courage, show your face.”
“Voice: Face?” a pause… then darker, “You’ll see much more than that.”
Atharva’s eyes hardened.
“Voice: That was just the beginning… Atharva Raisinghani.”
Silence stretched for a second.
Then—
“Voice: Next time… I won’t miss.”
The call disconnected.
The room fell into a dead, suffocating silence.
Maya’s grip on Atharva tightened painfully.
“Maya: Atharva… our baby…”
Her voice broke.
Atharva pulled her into his arms immediately, pressing her head against his chest.
“Nothing will happen.”
But this time—
His voice wasn’t just comforting.
It was a promise.
A dangerous one.
He gently made her lie down, staying right beside her. His hand never left her… not even for a second.
Maya slowly closed her eyes, exhaustion finally taking over… but even in sleep, her fingers remained curled into his shirt.
Holding him.
Trusting him.
Depending on him.
Atharva watched her for a long moment.
Then—
Carefully, without disturbing her, he picked up his phone again.
Dialed.
The call connected instantly.
“Rana.”
His voice was low.
Deadly calm.
“I want every exit sealed. No one enters, no one leaves without my permission.”
A pause.
“And listen carefully…”
His eyes shifted toward the darkness outside the window.
“Find him.”
Another pause.
“Before I do.”
He cut the call.
For a moment, he just stood there.
Silent.
Still.
Then slowly… his gaze moved back to Maya.
His expression softened.
He leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead.
“You’re mine to protect…”
A whisper.
Almost possessive.
Almost dangerous.
Outside—
Somewhere in the distance…
A shadow moved.
Watching.
Waiting.
And this time—
It wasn’t leaving.
The entire night passed slowly…
Heavy… silent… stretched like an endless shadow.
But Atharva didn’t close his eyes even for a single second.
He just lay there, holding Maya in his arms, his grip protective yet gentle… his eyes constantly moving around the room, watching every corner… every shadow…
Just so Maya could sleep peacefully.
—
Next morning.
Soft sunlight slipped into the room, brushing lightly against Maya’s face.
Her eyes slowly opened…
And the first thing she saw—
Atharva.
Already awake.
Already watching her.
“Maya: You didn’t sleep the whole night?”
Atharva’s gaze softened, but there was depth in it… something intense.
“No… if I had slept, how would you have slept peacefully, biwi?”
Saying that, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Maya gently held his face in her hands, her eyes filled with a little guilt.
“I am sorry… because of me, your sleep got disturbed…”
Atharva’s expression shifted slightly—something playful… something darker.
“Then pay the penalty for it.”
Maya blinked, confused. “Haan? How?”
Atharva’s fingers slowly brushed against her lips… then trailed downward, his voice dropping into something deeper… more intimate.
“I am hungry, you know… so I want milk.”
Maya instantly pulled back a little, her eyes widening in disbelief.
“God… shameless…”
Atharva leaned closer again, closing the distance she had just tried to create.
“Give me.”
“Maya: Ath… Atharva, how can you just ask like that suddenly…”
A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
“My wife… my choice.”
His voice carried a possessive edge.
He leaned closer, his gaze fixed on her breast, giving her barely a moment to react.
“Will you open it yourself… or should I?”
Maya looked at him—shock… shyness… disbelief… all mixing together.
Before she could say anything—
Atharva’s hand moved, unclasping the hook, pulling her closer into him.
He lowered his face against her breast, holding her firmly… and slowly began to take what he had demanded.Slowly sucking her boobs..
Maya’s eyes slowly fell shut.
Her fingers instinctively tightened into his hair, holding onto him.
Her breathing grew uneven… her body reacting, surrendering to the moment despite her hesitation.
The room felt warmer… heavier… filled with an intimacy that blurred the line between comfort and desire.
After a few moments—
“Maya: Atharva… stop…”
Her voice came out soft… trembling… barely resisting.
But Atharva only shook his head slightly, not stopping.
Maya turned her face to the other side, her eyes tightly shut, her grip on him tightening even more.
After a while, he finally lifted his face.
His breath brushed against her skin as he moved upward… and then suddenly, he placed a soft bite on her neck.
“A morning like this… I want it every day.”
Maya’s cheeks flushed instantly.
A deep shade of red spread across her face.
She turned her face away, unable to meet his eyes, her shyness taking over.
Atharva watched her quietly for a moment, a soft smile forming.
“I love when you blush… when your cheeks turn red… and those dimples… they look even more beautiful.”
“Maya: Leave me now… I want to take a shower.”
Atharva raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Let’s take a shower together.”
Maya’s eyes widened again, almost glaring at him.
“I am pregnant, idiot…you still want to?”
Atharva let out a low, amused chuckle.
“I didn’t say I want to fuck u biwi… I only said shower.”
Maya stared at him for a second… speechless.
Then she pushed him lightly.
“Talking to you is useless.”
A small, uncontrollable smile appeared on her lips despite everything.
And with that, she walked toward the bathroom.
Atharva remained there… lying on the bed… watching her go.
That same faint smile still on his face—
But behind it…
Something deeper lingered.
Something dark.
Because even in moments like this—
The danger from last night hadn’t disappeared.
Dear readers…
I don’t know whether you all are liking my story or not…
In the last season, I added a very dark vibe…
but for this season, everyone asked me to show its softer side…
but still, I’m not getting enough comments and likes…
maybe I’ll have to stop this series forever…
because I’m not receiving enough votes and likes…
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