Darkest chapter again!
Atharva’s eyes darkened as he stared at him.
“How did you even dare to come here, Veer Raisinghani?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Leave that… how the hell did you even find out we’re here?”
Veer’s gaze flickered briefly toward the door—the same door behind which Maya stood hidden—before he walked forward, stopping right in front of Atharva.
“Where did that possessiveness of yours go, bhai?” His tone carried a sharp edge. “Earlier, you couldn’t tolerate anyone even looking at Ma—” he stopped himself mid-sentence, correcting, “—at Maya bhabhi. And now… you’ve brought her here, in the middle of all these people… and in this condition…”
Atharva stepped closer, his expression tightening.
“In this condition… what do you mean by that?”
Veer faltered for a second. “I—I mean… why would you bring her to a place like this? This… filthy place?”
Atharva tilted his head slightly, a cold smirk tugging at his lips.
“Should I have informed you before coming?”
“Bhai, please…” Veer’s voice softened, almost pleading. “Let’s go home. Maya bhabhi must not be feeling comfortable here.”
Atharva looked at him for a long second… then suddenly turned, grabbing Maya’s hand from behind the door and pulling her right beside him.
Her body stumbled forward, exposed.
“Are you not comfortable, biwi?”he asked calmly..
Maya’s eyes widened in shock.
But the moment she came into view, Veer’s gaze dropped instantly to the floor.
He knew.
He knew exactly what Atharva was doing.
If he even dared to look at her—just one glance—the situation would spiral into something far worse.
So he kept his eyes down, forcing himself not to look at her… no matter how much it burned inside him.
Atharva glanced at Maya, his tone deceptively calm.
“I asked you something. I didn’t get my answer.”
Maya looked at him for a brief second… then lowered her gaze.
“No.”
“Say that louder, biwi,” Atharva said, his voice laced with mockery. “Your lover might not hear it in one go.”
Maya’s lashes fluttered shut for a moment, as if gathering whatever strength she had left.
“I… am not uncomfortable.”
Atharva’s lips curled faintly.
He pulled her slightly behind him again, placing himself between her and Veer before looking back at him.
“You heard that. Anything else you want to know?”
Veer finally lifted his eyes, meeting Atharva’s gaze.
“So you’re staying here? You’re not coming home?”
Atharva’s expression hardened.
“Veer… don’t you think that ever since I started being soft with Maya… since I began controlling my anger… your courage to question me, to stand like this in front of me…” he took a slow step closer, his voice dropping,
“…has been increasing day by day?”
Veer paused, taking a breath before speaking, his voice steady but filled with restrained emotion.
“I just don’t want you to hurt her.” He swallowed. “You both lost your baby… and at a time like this, you should be supporting each other… not torturing each other.”
Atharva took a step toward Veer, his presence immediately suffocating the space between them.
“Who told you we’re torturing each other?”
Veer instinctively stepped back, his voice lowering. “You both have never come to a place like this… so I just thought—”
“You thought?” Atharva cut him off, taking another step closer. His eyes narrowed. “Or is it that you can’t stay away from Maya anymore?”
He stopped right in front of him, their faces inches apart, his voice dropping to a near whisper.
“Or should I say… you’ve already seen her in that dress?”
Maya stood a little behind, her heartbeat loud in her ears. At this point, their voices blurred—she couldn’t even hear them properly anymore.
Veer slowly lifted his eyes, forcing himself to meet Atharva’s gaze.
“N—No… I haven’t seen her.”
Atharva held his stare for a long moment… then gave a slight nod.
“Good for you, Veer.” His tone turned cold again. “Because the day I find out you’ve started lying to me…” his jaw tightened, “…that day I’ll forget that you’re my brother.”
Veer didn’t respond.
He just stood there… staring at him.
Atharva turned his head slightly toward Maya.
“Now get lost.”
Veer looked at Atharva once… then his gaze shifted, almost involuntarily, toward Maya.
Only her eyes were visible from behind Atharva’s shoulder.
For a split second—
Their eyes met.
Maya looked at him.
And Veer… at her.
“Eyes on me!” Atharva’s voice snapped sharply, filled with fury. “Only on me!”
Maya flinched and instantly shifted her gaze back to Atharva.
Veer stood there for a moment longer, his jaw tightening, anger flickering in his eyes—before he finally turned and walked away.
The tension lingered even after he left.
Atharva slammed the door shut with force.
Before Maya could react, he grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her back against the wall.
“What now, Atharva?” Maya snapped, her voice shaking with frustration. “Is this my fault too? I didn’t call him here!”
“Then why the hell did you look at him?” Atharva shot back instantly.
“I just looked once… for a few seconds,” she replied, trying to steady herself. “It was normal. There was no signal, no hint—nothing.”
Atharva stared at her for a moment, anger burning in his eyes… then abruptly pushed himself away from her and pulled out his phone.
He dialed.
“How did he get into the room? Where the hell were you?”
“Sir, I tried to stop him,” Rana’s voice came from the other end. “But he didn’t listen—”
“And Kriti?” Atharva snapped, his tone rising. “The whole point of calling Kriti here was to keep him distracted. Where is she?”
Maya’s eyes widened in shock as she turned toward Atharva.
And suddenly—
Everything clicked.
So that’s why Kriti had been hovering around Veer…
Rana_"“Sir, I’ll check—”
“Keep an eye on him,” Atharva cut him off sharply. “And keep Kriti with him.”
Rana__“Yes, sir.”
The call disconnected.
Maya stepped right in front of Atharva, her eyes blazing with anger.
“You’re such a disgusting man…”
Atharva didn’t react immediately. He just stared at her—cold, unblinking.
“You’re playing with his feelings,” Maya continued, her voice shaking but firm. “Do you even realize how much your plan is going to ruin Veer’s life? And not just his… Kriti’s life will be destroyed even worse because of this!”
Before she could step back, Atharva’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Then what should I do?” he murmured, his voice dangerously calm. “Let him keep following you around like a lost dog?”
He pulled her even closer, his grip tightening.
“It’s not just love anymore,” he continued, his gaze piercing into hers. “He’s becoming obsessed… just like me.” A faint smirk appeared on his lips. “And you know very well how dangerous obsession can be.”
Maya stared at him, stunned.
“I’ll talk to him,” she said quickly. “I’ll make him understand… he’ll be fine.I will save him from falling into this.”
Atharva’s expression darkened as he leaned even closer.
“And who’s going to save you from me?” he whispered. “What made you think this is over?”
Maya pushed against his chest, creating some distance.
“Now what?”
For a second, Atharva just looked at her… then suddenly shoved her back lightly.
“Do you know belly dancing?” he asked casually. “The kind girls do in clubs… specifically that.”
Maya frowned, disbelief all over her face.
“Do I look like a club dancer to you?”
Atharva walked back and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs comfortably.
“Your clothes… your walk… your actions…” he said lazily. “Everything already matches that vibe. Slutty type.” His lips curled. “So why not start doing it properly? You’ll earn a lot.”
Maya stepped forward, fury evident in every inch of her.
“Why don’t you just sell me then?”
Atharva’s eyes lifted to meet hers.
“I've already bought you,” he said bluntly. “Don’t you remember?” His tone dropped. “Or should I remind you?”
Maya froze.
That night flashed in her mind—
His voice. His words.
Her throat tightened.
“Atharva… please…” she whispered. “I don’t want to be a part of all this anymore…”
Atharva leaned back, completely unfazed.
“Things aren’t happening according to you anyway,” he said coldly. “So your yes or no doesn’t matter to me.”
Maya opened her mouth to say something—
But Atharva suddenly picked up his phone, placing it against his ear.
“Hold on, biwi.”
She stood there, helpless, watching him.
“Hm. I texted you,” he said into the phone. “I want that right now.”
“Sure, sir,” came the response.
Atharva cut the call.
Maya stared at him, confusion and frustration mixing in her expression.
“What are you doing? What’s going on in your mind?”
“Wait,” he replied calmly. “It’s for you anyway.”
For a few moments, both of them just stood there… staring at each other.
The air between them thick… heavy… suffocating.
After a while, the door opened slightly.
A man walked in, his head lowered, carrying a tray. He quietly placed it on the table.
“You can go now,” Atharva said without even looking at him. “And put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign outside.”
The man nodded silently, still not lifting his head, and walked out.
Maya’s gaze shifted to the tray.
“What is this?”
Atharva__“See for yourself.”
Hesitant… uneasy… she stepped forward and lifted the cover.
The moment she saw what was inside—
Her breath hitched.
“What the fuck… what is all this?”
Atharva’s voice came, calm and chilling.
“Your stuff.” He leaned back, watching her reaction. “You’ll use it… and perform a belly dance for me.”
Maya turned to him, disbelief written all over her face.
“Atharva, have you lost your mind? Do you even see how heavy these look…?”
“Only 1.1 kilos,” Atharva said casually, his eyes dragging over her body.
“Because that’s exactly what your boobs weigh too.”
Maya’s head snapped toward him. “What? That’s why you were measuring me? So you could match it with this belly chain?”
A slow, unsettling smirk spread across his lips.
“Not just the belly chain,” he added. “There’s for your legs… and your hands too. A complete set of jewelry.”
Maya ran a hand over her head, overwhelmed. “I can’t wear this…”
Atharva exhaled sharply, irritation flashing across his face.
“I’m getting really tired of repeating myself,” he said, his tone turning cold. “Do you really think I’m asking you? I’m giving you an order. Your job is to follow it. Understood?”
Maya hesitated. “But I—I…”
“Should I call Rana?” he interrupted flatly.
Her breath hitched.
“No—wait… please…” she said quickly. “There’s no need to involve family in everything…”
Atharva leaned back slightly, satisfied.
“Great,” he said. “Then get naked… and wear these. The chain on your hips, these on your legs… and these on your hands.”
Maya froze. “Naked? I can do it like this too—”
“Nah,” he cut her off instantly, his eyes darkening. “That won’t be fun for me. Naked… that’s where the real enjoyment is.”
For a moment, she just stood there, her chest rising and falling heavily.
Then, taking a deep breath, she slowly removed her dress and set it aside.
One by one… she started putting them on.
Heavy chains around both wrists—like bangles, each weighing 1.1 kilos.
Then the belly chain.
Then both ankles.
By the time she was done… the weight of it all dragged her down, her body already struggling to hold itself steady.
Atharva’s gaze moved over her slowly—from head to toe.
“Too bad I can’t measure the weight of your ass,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Otherwise… it would’ve been fun adding more weights there.”
Maya’s eyes dropped instantly, her face burning with humiliation… while the sheer heaviness of everything on her body made it worse.
“Who are you waiting for, biwi?”
Atharva’s voice cut through sharply.
“Start.”
Maya kept her gaze down. “It’s… it’s so heavy, Atharva…”
“That’s because of you,” he replied without hesitation. “If your bra size wasn’t 34D, maybe the weight would’ve been less.” His lips curled slightly.
“But you have the perfect size.” His tone hardened again. “Now don’t waste my time.”
With that, he turned on the music.
A deep, rhythmic beat filled the room.
“Start.”
Maya squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds… as if gathering whatever strength she had left.
Then slowly… she began to move.
“Biwi,” Atharva’s voice came again, sharp and mocking. “Is this a joke? Do a belly dance. Properly.”
“I don’t know how to…” she whispered.
Atharva stared at her for a moment… then picked up his phone, playing a belly dance video. He held it up in front of her for a few seconds.
“Watch.”
Then he lowered it.
“You’ve seen it. Now start.”
Maya felt something break inside her.
The humiliation… the weight… everything pressed down on her at once.
But she didn’t argue.
Silently, she started moving again—this time copying the video as closely as she could.
Every step… every sway… forced.
Atharva leaned back comfortably, crossing one leg over the other, a drink in his hand.
Sip by sip… he watched her.
His eyes dark.
Hungry.
As if he could consume her just by looking.
Maya kept her eyes lowered the entire time, focusing on every movement, every shift… trying not to collapse under the weight or the gaze.
Time blurred.
After a while, the music suddenly stopped.
Maya’s breathing had already turned uneven, her heartbeat racing wildly. Sweat trickled down her body, each drop sliding slowly over her skin.
“It was good, biwi,” Atharva said, his voice almost amused. “But you’re not giving any expressions. No slutty smile… not even looking at me.” He tilted his head slightly. “Makes it a bit boring.”
Maya slowly lifted her gaze toward him, exhaustion clear in her eyes.
“I’m tired, Atharva… it’s very difficult to dance like this…”
“So?” he replied coldly. “What do you want me to do about it?” He leaned forward slightly.
“I want entertainment. And I’ll only get that when you do exactly what I said.”
Maya pressed her lips together, biting down on them as she tilted her head back slightly… staring up at the ceiling, trying to hold herself together.
“Praying to God?” Atharva’s voice came, laced with mockery.
Maya let out a hollow breath. “No… I’m cursing my fate.”
“Do that later,” he said coldly. “Don’t ruin my mood right now. Just do what I told you… quickly.”
And with that, he restarted the music.
The beat filled the room again.
Maya inhaled deeply… and this time—
She did exactly what he wanted.
The expressions.
The smile.
The movements.
The softness… the deliberate sensuality.
Every single detail.
She followed it all… perfectly.
And Atharva—
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips as he leaned back, taking slow sips of his drink, watching her like this was the most enjoyable thing in the world.
Like he was savoring every second of it.
—
After a long time…
Maya’s body finally gave in.
She dropped down onto the floor, sitting right there, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
Atharva turned off the music.
She sat there, head lowered, struggling to breathe.
Tears slipped down quietly, falling onto the floor.
Her hands… her legs… her waist—every part of her body ached.
Her heartbeat was out of control.
Her skin drenched in sweat.
And by now—
Atharva had already had multiple drinks.
The alcohol was clearly visible in his eyes.
Not anger.
But intoxication.
His eyes slightly red… heavy… unfocused, yet still locked onto her.
He sat up straight on the couch, leaning slightly forward.
“Come here.”
Maya looked at him for a moment, still catching her breath… then slowly dragged herself toward him on her knees.
She didn’t even have the strength left to stand.
Atharva reached out, gripping her hair lightly from behind, pulling her face closer.
“You pleased me,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “Even a real dancer couldn’t have done it this well.” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair. “Tell me… what do you want from me?”
Maya looked at him for a second.
“…freedom.”
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
He leaned his head back slightly, glancing at the ceiling… then suddenly tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her closer.
“That… I can’t give you.”
Maya’s eyes hardened. “Then why did you ask?”
“To know your price,” he replied smoothly. “What’s your rate for this?”
Maya__“I’m not for sale.”
He pulled her even closer, his voice dropping.
“For me, you are,” he said. “Every part of your body is for sale… for me.” His gaze darkened. “From head to toe… I can afford you. Understand?”
Maya frowned, her voice low. “You’ve drunk so much… you can’t even speak properly now…”
“Biwi,” he chuckled faintly, his breath heavy with alcohol. “Even in this state… I’m still with you. What more do you want?”
“Let go of me… and let’s go home.”said Maya
Atharva stared at her… then suddenly laughed.
“What did you say that day?” he murmured. “That my sperm is filthy?”
“Atharva… leave me,” she said, her voice tense. “You’re not in your senses.”
He suddenly pulled her closer by both hands, his grip rough.
“I will cum all over your face… your body… everywhere,” he said, his voice thick with intoxication. “And right in front of me… you’ll massage it everywhere with that filthy sperm.”
Maya’s eyes widened. “Have you lost it?”
Atharva’s grip tightened in her hair again, pulling her head back slightly.
“Take off my pants.”
Maya trembled “Atharva, no… please—”
“Take them off!” he shouted.
She flinched.
Fear ran through her body.
And despite not wanting to—
With trembling hands… she slowly removed his pants and set them aside.
“Now jerk it,” Atharva ordered, his voice thick and commanding. “You’re the one who’s going to make me cum.”
“Atharva… please…” Maya’s voice trembled.
He suddenly grabbed her cheeks harshly, forcing her to look at him.
“I’m going to fuck you so dirty, Maya… so fucking dirty that your soul will leave your body,” he whispered darkly. “So just shut up and do what I say.”
Maya’s hands shook as she reached forward, unwilling… yet unable to refuse.
Her fingers wrapped around his dick.
It was already hard—fully erect… tense.
Atharva leaned back slightly into the couch, watching her.
“Jerk it.”
Maya squeezed her eyes shut and slowly started moving her hand.
Atharva’s gaze stayed fixed on her.
“Harder… and your eyes should be on my dick.”
Maya hesitated… then slowly opened her eyes, forcing herself to look.
Her movements followed his rhythm now.
Up… down…
Slow… then faster.
Atharva’s breathing grew heavier, low moans slipping out as he watched her.
Every now and then, he instructed her—adjusting her pace, her grip—and Maya followed every command silently.
—
After a moment…
When Atharva felt himself reaching the edge—
He suddenly grabbed his dick from her hand.
And the next second—
He released.
All over her.
Her face… her body… her boobs…
Maya’s eyes shut tightly as she froze in place, not moving at all.
—
A few seconds later, when everything was done—
Atharva looked at her, breathing deeply.
She sat there… eyes still closed…
Her entire face and body marked… covered.
“Rub it.”
Maya’s lips parted slightly, as if to protest—
“Right now.”
His tone snapped again.
Maya’s hands slowly moved.
Against her will…
She began rubbing it in—
Across her face…
Her neck…
Her boobs…
Everywhere.
And Atharva watched her with a strange, satisfied smile on his face.
—
After some time, when she was done—
Atharva pulled his pants back on, his eyes never leaving her.
“Damn…” he muttered. “This was so hot.”
Maya kept her eyes closed, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Can I go now?”
“No. Stay here.”
He stood up unsteadily, slightly staggering as he walked toward the mini fridge.
He grabbed a few bottles—some filled with water—and came back.
Without a word, he started pouring water over her.
Cold streams ran down her body as she silently began cleaning herself.
—
After a moment—
“Get up now.”
Maya slowly stood up, her body still weak.
Atharva’s gaze moved over her again—from head to toe.
“By the way…” he smirked faintly, “you’re glowing more than anything else right now.”
Maya looked at him for a second.
The intoxication in his eyes was getting worse with every passing moment—his balance barely holding.
“I want another dress…”
Atharva glanced at her… then suddenly clapped.
In the very next second, he pulled her into his arms, spinning her slightly so that his back now faced the door.
A man entered quietly, placing a set of clothes on the couch before leaving again without a word.
“Dress up.”
Maya didn’t waste a second.
She quickly picked up the clothes and put them on—simple, normal ones… something she could actually walk out in without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Atharva struggled into his shirt and coat, his hands slightly unsteady… his steps uneven.
But somehow—
He managed to compose himself.
Maya stood there, her eyes fixed on him.
Atharva grabbed her hand tightly.
“Come…”
Without another word, he pulled her along, and the two of them walked out. Outside, Atharva made her sit in the car, and along with Rana and a bodyguard, they left for home.
But by now, the alcohol had completely taken over him.
His eyes could barely stay open… his voice was slurred… his head kept dropping back.
And yet—
His grip on Maya’s hand never loosened.
Maya glanced at him from time to time… then quietly turned her gaze toward the window, watching the dark road pass by.
—
After some time, they reached home.
Maya and Rana helped Atharva out of the car.
“Rana…” Atharva muttered, his voice uneven, “my wife… will handle me… you don’t help…”
Rana nodded silently and stepped aside.
Now all his weight was on Maya.
She struggled, adjusting his arm over her shoulder, holding him firmly by the waist as she slowly guided him inside.
Atharva mumbled, his words breaking in between, “Ki… kitna hot… dance kiya tumne, biwi aaj… uff… kayamat…”
Maya didn’t respond.
She just kept walking.
—
Inside the hall, the entire family was waiting.
The moment Maya entered, holding Atharva up, all eyes turned toward them.
They rushed forward instinctively—
But suddenly—
“No one touches me!” Atharva snapped, his voice still unsteady but loud enough.
Everyone froze mid-step.
Atharva looked at Maya, a lazy smile on his lips. “Cha… chalo, biwi… take me…”
Maya glanced at everyone once… then silently moved toward the lift, taking him to their floor.
—
Veer frowned, watching them go.
“What is this? How will she handle his weight alone? I’ll go help—”
Dhruv caught his arm, stopping him.
“You don’t need to go.”
Then leaning closer to his ear, his voice dropped. “Don’t try to act oversmart… I know you very well.”
Veer jerked his hand away, anger flashing in his eyes. “Stay away from my things.”
And without waiting, he headed toward Maya’s floor.
Dhruv followed behind as others tried to stop Veer—but he was already gone.
—
Inside the room…
Maya somehow managed to lay Atharva down on the bed.
He smiled faintly, eyes half-closed.
“Ahh, Maya… you’re so hot… that dress… uff…”
Maya said nothing.
She quietly bent down, removed his shoes, and placed them aside.
Atharva was still mumbling… lost in his intoxicated state.
—
Knock.
Maya paused.
She looked at Atharva—who was still smiling, eyes closed, murmuring praises about her.
Another knock.
Maya stepped out.
—
Outside, Veer stood there.
Maya glanced back once toward the room, then stepped into the corridor.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was worried about you…” Veer said, his voice tense. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”
“I’m fine, Veer,” she replied flatly. “Now leave… if Atharva sees you here, it’ll create problems for you.”
She turned to go—
But suddenly—
Veer grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him.
Maya stumbled straight into his chest.
For a second, everything froze.
Veer inhaled sharply… as if trying to register something.
“Why the hell are you smelling like—”
He stopped mid-sentence.
Maya pushed him away immediately, her eyes blazing.
“Don’t you dare touch me again.”
Veer’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer again, anger rising.
“Why do you smell like cum? Did he fuck—”
Before he could finish—
Maya’s hand struck his face hard.
His head snapped to the side.
“Stay in your limits Veer,” she said coldly. “Don’t forget—I’m your bhabhi.”
Veer looked at her, his eyes burning.
“And Atharva was right,” Maya continued, her voice sharp. “You’re crossing your limits more and more every day.”
Veer opened his mouth to say something—
But from inside the room—
“Maya… Maya… where are you…?”
Atharva’s voice echoed out.
Maya glanced toward the room, then back at Veer. “Get out. From my floor.”
For a brief moment, they stared at each other—
Anger clashing silently.
Then Veer turned and left.
Maya slammed the main door shut behind her.
—
Veer walked back toward his room, fury evident in every step.
Dhruv appeared in his path, smirking slightly. “Got slapped? Satisfied now… or still planning to go back?”
Veer shot him a cold look—
Then walked past him and slammed his room door shut.
Dhruv stood there for a moment…
Then quietly turned and went to his own room.