50| Six months anniversary.
Demons don't love, If they do, that's far more lethal than the same
Wearing Aayansh's oversize black T-shirt with shorts, a pink apron tied in her front, messy ponytail of hair and normal castella earrings in ears, Tara stands in the kitchen late at night.
She's cooking something, or at least trying, which is not less than fighting a battle for her as she never did any work on her own, cooking is something beyond.
She brings some broccoli from the fridge, washes them thoroughly when her phone from the slab rings.
Placing the vegetables on the chopping board and picking the call, she puts the phone on speaker and says "Be quick with your words, alie, I'm busy."
"Oh yeah I see, mommy to be is busy with her daddy, I mean hubby, huh?" Alie presses, her tone teasing.
"Yeah, if you can see, then do not disturb" Tara answers, her tone equally teasing and her focus is on chopping the vegetables.
"Disturbing you is my 'right' bitch, by the way, what makes you so busy?" She asks curiously.
"I'm cooking," Tara replies in a casual tone.
"What.the.actual.mother.fucking.hell?" She yells, as if someone smashed a coconut on her head. "You can't be my best friend, just fuck off and give the phone to her."
"I'd be grateful if you lower the intensity of your mellow drama" Tara presses, searching the recipe of some specific dish in her tab.
"Whatever" Alie sighs, "But, how can you cook? I mean why? Anything special?"
"It's our six month anniversary and I want to prepare a beach front dinner for us, so I'm cooking myself" She answers, still focused on the deed she's performing.
"But your husband's favourite meal must be you, sweetheart," Alie teases.
"Of course, I am," Tara flips her hair. "But you know what, I can't serve myself on the dining table."
"You can, of course" alie adds, "you just have to sit and open your legs, rest your husband-"
"Shut up, you lowkey" She cuts her off "I'm disconnecting."
"Okay, sorry," Alie mutters, "By the way, what's the plan after the dinner, huh? Your husband is gonna have his meal and I'm sure he'll make you unable to walk."
Tara's expression flips, pausing a moment, she says "Aayansh? No. He's like a fragile flower, he usually faints in the third round only."
"It's me who makes our romance session last longer" she adds, "And you know, this time I'll make him unable to stand." She giggles.
"Oh is it?" Alie flinches, "He's a fragile flower that's why you're almost four months pregnant in a six month marriage, huh? I'm scared, if he had some stamina, then what would have happened to you by now?"
Tara furrows, "I'll talk to you later, good night"
She disconnects. Exhaling, she checks the time which shows "11:02"-
means she has only 58 minutes before it hits 12.
She quickly puts the chopped the vegetable in the pot to boil and goes for the other things.
Here in the room, Aayansh comes out of the room after taking a shower.
A towel wrapped around his waist and a few drops of water gleaming through his toned chest and abs as he runs a glance throughout the room to look for Tara, but she isn't there.
He makes his way to the closet, wearing a black trouser, he heads out just when a notification rings his phone.
When he checks, it's a formal text from Dr. Martha Andrew?- a senior gynaecologist and the one who's handling Tara's case.
"I've studied your wife's reports, and what I've understood about her pregnancy journey is both the babies were quite healthy and growing, but she was suffering from a genetic cervical insufficiency- a condition in which the uterus can't hold the weight of a growing foetus, and that's the reason of her miscarriage. "
"Though there's nothing to be worried about as this usually happens in the first pregnancy only, but her menstrual cycle should be consistent after this miscarriage- 1/1.5 month gap is normal this time, otherwise there might be some complications."
He exhales sharply, his face remains unreadable as he tosses the phone on the couch and makes his way out of the room.
The chaotic mumbling of enthusiastic, curious and impatient voices filled the conference suite of O.R co. industries.
The media persons, reporters of vast media houses and channels chasing a personality heading toward her direction without showing a bit of interest in them, but due to heavy security, they couldn't come near her but their voices-
"Ms. Aashika, how are you feeling after becoming the official face of O.R Co.?"
"What are your upcoming strategies to take this company ahead?" "Are you going to collaborate with other brands for market profit?"
"Do you think you'll be able to take this company to 'New' heights?"
"Your brother, Mr. Aayansh Oberoi has the equal say in this empire, why doesn't he show any interest in his own grandfather's business?"
This question hinders aashika and she turns to the reporter who asked this-
5 '7 height, shoulder length hair, beautiful black eyes- shedded by thick lashes, subtle pink slightly plump lips. A grey tailored suit hugging her perfect body frame and curves with an aura resembling unsaid dominance.
"We don't have to show interest in the things belong to us already, and especially in front of others" Aashika forces a smile at the reporter who's being hesitant now.
She looks at the other reporters, her tone decent yet intimidating. "You people aren't getting any spice or T.R.P from here, so leave."
She walks inside the executive suite where Aaryan Oberoi, Rithvik Oberoi, Rivaan and some close board members are sitting in their respective places.
Aashika takes her seat, not paying much attention to them as she grunts on one of the board members "Stop calling yourself a businessman when you can't take losses, Mr. Kapoor"
"Aashika?" Aaryan interrupts, and not getting any response, he repeats "Aashika, I'm-"
"My hearing ability is not weak, aage boliye" She cuts him off, her eyes glued to the file Mr. Kapoor handed her.
Aaryan lets out a sigh, "The company is legally in your name now, but do not forget, you're not my daughter, you're not aashi."
"I don't recall addressing you as my father- either, Mr. Oberoi" This time, she lifts her eyes to meet with him, Confident. Bold and intimidating.
Aaryan's mouth snaps shut, when rithvik adds "He meant you're just at aashi's place, but not her. And aayansh isn't joining his stake-"
"Who said he isn't joining?" Aashika hinders and they pass her a look of confusion.
She adds, "I mean, we never know. And you people only say- Ki Aayansh kab, kya aur kyun karta hai, ye sirf wahi janta hai."
They don't say anything further, baffled between the things when she declares "Now if you all are done, let's focus on the work."
Agreeing, the board members followed by them leave the suite.
While something shifts in aashika, as if a flood of memories hit her.
Aaina has just returned from her hospital, she removes her doctor's coat when aashi rushes to her, complaining "Mom, that pumpkin tore off my sketchbook"
She showed her the scattered pages of her Sketchbook.
"Ansh, come here" aaina calls for seven year old Aayansh in a strict, raised tone and when he reaches there, she asks "Did you tear Aashi's sketchbook?"
"Yes I did, mom" Aayansh answers, looking up at her face.
"Yahi sikhaya hai maine aapko? Is this the way you behave with girls? And especially with your elder sister, Hmm?" she demands in the same tone.
"I don't do gender differences, mom, and she ruined my sketch first" Aayansh answers in an unbothered tone, "I just returned what I got."
Aaina turns to Aashi, who's staring at Aayansh as if she wants to punch his face, as she says "I did it by mistake, i swear mom."
"She's lying" Aayansh interrupts when aashi retorts "Mom, send this pumpkin to boarding school-"
"Quiet both of you" aaina snaps and they both shut their mouths instantly.
"Ansh, say sorry to her" she asks Aayansh to which he answers "I didn't do anything wrong."
"Fine" She sighs, "Then don't talk to me from now on."
"This is cheating" Aayansh holds Aaina's hand "Mom, she ruined my masterpiece first, then I tore her sketchbook to balance so that she wouldn't get punished by God in future."
"Achha?" aaina frowns, "Come with me, now your dadu will handle you" she takes his hand in hers and makes their way out while aashi teases Aayansh, and he teases back.
Remembering all this, a bitter smile forms over her lips when her eyes fall on Rivaan who's collecting some files.
"Kainaat must be waiting for you in the cafe, Rivaan, I'll handle everything here." She presses and Rivaan smiles, "Thanks, aapke alawa toh yaha sab meri love story ke villain bane hue hain."
He leaves.
While aashika's eyes drop to the file kept in front of her, which contains aashi oberoi's death certificate and other confidential information about her, a slow smirk curls aashika's lips.
She opens the file, her eyes glued to the twelve year old girl's photograph on the introductory page-
Name: Aashika oberoi
Age: 12 years
Parents confidential : Mr. Aaryan Oberoi/ Late Mrs. Aaina Rajvansh Oberoi
Death time/year: 04: 51 PM/2001
Death Reason: Excessive inhalation of carbon monoxide which led to lung failure.
Aashika leans on her chair, her smirk deepening?- and it's NOT kind?-it's lethal, a silent storm.
"Aashika oberoi, Aayansh Oberoi?- The REAL heirs of Oberoi Legacy" She mutters, resting her head on the crown of the chair and staring up at the ceiling. "Time to get back and own the legacy... again."
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11.51 P.M-
After arranging everything in the pier- Dinner, mediate decoration near the seashore with cabana. Though the dishes I've prepared are not perfect and I couldn't finish them as I wanted to?- but I prepared something at least, that's what counts.
Now, standing in the closet, I'm staring at the outfits lined up as I've only nine minutes to get ready.
And here I am, confused about what I should wear- something decent? Revealing? No way. classy?
But then an Idea clicks in my mind.
"Alexa, what's the best outfit I can wear on my anniversary?" I ask.
"Based on your beauty preferences and the occasion, I would suggest you wear something catchy- how about being drapped in a beautiful black saree?" She presses in a smooth, ever patient voice.
"Saree? On the beach? You sure?" I cock my brow slightly, though I love the idea.
"Yeah, absolutely princess. Let's make your anniversary look unique and memorable. Also, do you want me to prescribe your lingerie set tonight, too?"
"Shut up, you don't have to go that personal" I snap and she smoothes again, "I apologise if you felt bad, princess."
Swallowing a quick breath, I pick a black saree with a sleeve and strapless blouse from the traditional collection and then drape it around me as quickly as I can- without caring if I've fixed it right or not.
After combing, I leave my hair free on my left shoulder, wear light diamond earrings and apply slight kajal in my eyes with a nude shade lipstick.
Once done with this mess, I give slow a perusal to myself in the mirror and call me self obsessed?- But I'm actually looking pretty.
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The cabana just a few feet from the shore line, the waves whispering gently with a soft glow blending across the low table, with plush persian rugs and oversized cushions around sittings in the shades of cream and coral.
Love whispering in the cold breeze and confessions draping the dark of this night.
Perfect.
But nothing can melt the man sitting in front of me, I mean, he could've praised me and the dinner I've prepared for him, could've wished the anniversary, but no.
I don't think he even remembers that we completed six months of our marriage. Anyways, the way things happened are not even worth remembering too. So, it's fine.
I lift my eyes to aayansh again, he's in a simple black shirt and trousers, having dinner normally like me.
He doesn't like talking while having a meal- ugh, just ugh.
I lift the fork and pick veg, semi steamed sushi and have it while focusing on the soothing sound of whispering waves.
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I stand on the balcony, staring at the stars quietly as this gives me peace.
It's just a few minutes since we had dinner and I didn't change as I've to go for the signing of my music album, which is supposed to be signed tomorrow, but I ordered it tonight as I need a distraction, be it work.
Sighing, I walk inside the room and suddenly an abrupt pull on my wrist makes my breath hitch.
I open my eyes only to find myself in bed, on top of Aayansh. He has pulled me up on him in bed, with his hand on my back and his intense eyes gawking at me with a slight, sinful smirk on his face.
I try to pull away but he's so strong, I can't even move a bit even when he's just normally holding me without any force.
"Aise kyun dekh rahe ho?" I cock my brow, feeling the heat and intensity of gaze on me.
But I'm still mad at him.
His lips nearly touch mine when his eyes shift to my lips, he rubs my bottom lip with his thumb, whispering "Dekh raha hun itne kareeb se Mohabbat kitni khoobsurat dikhti hai."
I swear I don't want to blush, but I can't prevent my cheeks and ear from heating up.
"Don't you think you're getting so romantic out of nowhere, Mr. Aayansh oberoi?" I ask, my voice carrying a complaint.
"I'm always romantic for you" He tugs a strand of hair behind my ear, his hand still moving through my bare back "You just don't notice, Mrs. Aayansh oberoi."
This time, I look into his eyes with the same intensity he's looking into mine, "Is it?"
"But I want to give you a punishment" I pressed, desperate to hear his answer.
He leans further, biting my earlobe as he answers in a dark, intimidating voice "Let me see, if you can."
He fuckin' challenged me.
But yeah, let's go.
I move my fingers over his chest, while he's still beneath me.
Making patterns, I start unbuttoning the initial buttons of his shirt slowly, maintaining eye contact.
While his face remains unreadable, noticing my actions as I move up.
We stand, I take his shirt off his body and toss it on the bed, baring his broad chest as I bring him near the bathroom.
"You're so... perfect" I praise in a low, seductive voice, my fingers and palms tracing his abs, then his triceps sensually.
Keeping my eyes glued to his, I open the bathroom's door without creating much sound and get him in first.
A deliberate smirk curls my lips as I lift my hand to lock him Inside while he's lost in me, but then-
My eyes flick wide when he grabs my wrist before I could lock the door, yanking me inside and shutting the door with his feet behind us, he pins me against it and hovers at me.
"Playing smart with me, my little seductress?" He smirks darkly, locking me between his arms.
"Aayansh-" My words get stuck in my throat when he spins me around, making me face the door and my back collide against his chest.
He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck from behind- his teeth and lips now grazing my neck, collarbone and shoulder.
I tilt my head, my breath going uneven with the heat coiling in me.
He presses my earlobe between his teeth, his lips move to my neck again.
A soft moan escapes my throat when he bites on the skin little above my cleavage and suckles there wildly- until he's satisfied assaulting my skin.
His hand slips from the curve of my waist to my bare belly, his large palm tracing the skin near my navel with desperation and my heartbeat quickens as his actions are dominant, not giving me a moment to react, to even breath.
I try to clench my thighs when he whispers in a low growl, "Clench your thighs if you want me to tie them up and fuck you- merciless against this door."
Bloody him.
I swallow hard, his fingers slightly digging in the skin of my belly and my breath hitches when he opens the loose end of my saree in a single stroke.
His hand finds my core over the fabric, I feel myself near when he husks against my neck "So needy for my cock."
"Aa.. ahyansh" I breathe, but then I feel something in my hand, on my finger.
A ring?
I bring my hand up, only to see a black pearl diamond ring in my ring finger. It's so unique and beautiful... he has inserted it in my finger.
A smile makes its way on my lips by its own as I stare at the ring for a moment.
He turns me towards him and I lift my eyes up to his face, questioning "This.. you remember?"
He just smiles slightly in the reaction, staring into his eyes for a moment, I stand on my tip toes and place my lips on his.
He pins me against the door, deepening the kiss and I tug his hair tight as he devours me with a burning desperation, making my back arch.
I groan as he grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head, his lips move to my chin as he sucks and nibbles there impatiently and I clutch his shoulders for support, my chest rising and falling wildly.
"Aa-h..aayansh, wait" I whisper shakily, but he doesn't listen, as if my words aren't reaching him.
Then, he pushes my thighs open, gripping my ass over the thin fabric as he lifts me up slightly, while his other hand is already undoing his trousers.
"mm.. ahh-aayan-" I moan as he bites on my cleavage, but when something clicks in my mind, I try to stop him "Aayansh st.. stop"
He ignores all my pleas, his actions desperate and dominant.
Fuck me.
I swear if I can't stop him now, I won't be able to even stand for several days.
And I can't afford that in this condition.
Before he could tear off my blouse, I urge again "I've to go.. s-somewhere.."
But surprisingly, he pulls away, rubbing the nap of his neck as if he's controlling himself as he says "Go."
I blink at him- Utterly confused. Shocked.
How did he agree to leave me and swallow his hunger this easily? Am I dreaming?
This man is so damn unpredictable.
Usually, he never controls himself-Never. And always leaves me once he's satisfied and now, i don't have a good feeling when he's letting me go.
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After an hour of travelling, when I reached the company's centre- I had been informed that the agreement had been postponed, which is practically not possible.
And the vicious snowfall outside is making this worse, I sit in my vanity, waiting for the weather to get light because travelling at this time-midnight and heavy snowfall-is not safe.
Imagine being just in a saree, amidst this snowfall. Though it's not at all cold inside the vanity because of the heater and warm fluffy curtains everywhere.
I could have stayed in the building only or in some hotel, but surprisingly, nothing worked.
And adding to this, the hot shake Hazel offered me and I drank it without thinking- it wasn't alcohol, not something dangerous either- but I'm feeling drowsy because of it, as if I'm drunk.
I'm not, I know.
My vision is blurring slightly, everything around is shaking or dancing, I want to dance so hard... too.
But I can't, because of my baby... I don't want to harm him.
I rub my eyes and stare outside from the colossal glass window, heavy snow slopes shedding down, covering everything in white... Beautiful.
Am I feeling cold?
Maybe, but I'm alone and missing Aayansh. I shouldn't have come here at midnight, leaving him... yet I came.
And now, regretting.
I lay in the bed, as it is, sleep drowning me.
I open my eyes slightly, my vision still blurry as I see the tall figure heading towards me from the door...
I rub my eyes to see clearly, then I find him near me, in a black shirt, pants and overcoat, a few slopes of snow coating his messy hair- Aayansh.
I stand on my knees, smiling "You have come? I was missing you"
He places a hand on my cheek, his breath mingling with mine as he asks in his usual tone "What did you drink?"
"Chocolate... shake" I say, cuddling him as I wrap my arms around his neck.
She cuddles me, hiding her face in my chest- her body is heated up and breath intoxicated, not with alcohol or anything harsh, but she has consumed brown sugar or something.
My jaw clenches but I don't react.
I ordered the motherfuckers to keep her away from professional work without any exertion, not to give her this unnecessary stuff.
"Aayan.." She mumbles, without pulling away "Put one more baby in-inside me."
Fuck, I would have surely done that if you and your body were ready to carry a part me- but no. After whatever happened, I don't want her to get pregnant, not again, when she's too young to bear all that.
We have already lost them, she's unaware, and I don't want her to know this until her menstruation turns normal and she's mentally prepared.
Because now, only she matters to me.
Though I'm aware, what's going to happen when she gets to know.
I pull away, laying her in bed and covering her with my overcoat as I cup her cheek and say "Don't move from here, Hm?"
She nods obediently and I make my way ahead to bring something warm for her when her slow mumbling reaches me "Baby, dad said don't mo..ve, Okay?"
Picking a bodywarmer, I step out of the walk-in closet- only to find her slamming hands against the vanity's door, yelling "Open this door, otherwise I'll break it."
Her other hand clutching the phone on call, when she's spilling every shit coming in her mind, "Bro, this- this man is torturing me, take me with you."
I exhale, then walk toward her when her bastard brother's voice crackles from the other side of the call?-
"Princess, are you there? what is he doing? I'm just coming, don't-"
"How jobless can someone be, Brother-in-law?" I cut him off, snatching the phone from her hand.
"What are you doing with her?" He grumbles impatiently, I remain unaffected and turn to her who's slamming hands on the door to open it.
An evil smirk twitch the corner of my lips as I lean on her from behind, whispering "What did you want me to put inside you, wife?"
She frowns, confused as if struggling to recollect.
The moment she opens her mouth to answer, I bring the phone near her lips so that her brother can clearly hear "A baby, I want you to put one more baby inside me."
Silence.
"And-" I shut her up, putting a finger as I add "You don't want your brother to die with a heart attack this early, do you?"
She shakes her head and I disconnect, tossing the phone aside, I place my arms on both side of her, pinning her behind as I tower over her head.
"Your tiny brain doesn't get things so easily, hm?" I ask, my cold gaze fixed at her face.
She blinks at me for a minute, then her eyes gets teary as she mumbles "You don't love me properly."
I stare at her with the same unreadable calm face, then lift her up and she starts throwing legs, "Put me down!I'll divorce you get a new husband for me."
I throw her in bed and press her beneath me, slamming both her wrist over her head in my single hand as I ask in a low, menacing growl "What-did-you-say?"
She groans, scared and amazed now.
But her heaving chest catches my attention, her cleavage peaking from that thin fabric and just above it, my fresh mark, as if wanting me to have a feast on it.
Next moment, I press my lips against her cleavage.
licking and sucking on her sensitive, velvety skin-not slow or gentle, but wild enough to make her groan and cry out.
She winces when I bite on the skin of her left tit- and that slow goddamn sound made my already hard cock throb painfully in the pants.
Fuck.
Three days, fucking three days I swallowed my burning hunger, prevented myself from eating her the way she wouldn't be able to handle, wouldn't feel anything but me inside her.
Not anymore.
I need a release and her little pussy is the only thing that can calm this desperation.
I move my hand to separate the saree from her body when her sobs reach me and I stop, pulling away, I look at her face as she complains "You.. you always make me strip, but never strip yourself for me."
She's so fucking adorable and tempting like this.
"You want me to strip?" I ask, freeing her hands and she nods immediately.
I get up from her, adding "But you'll have to give me a reward, like I give you whenever you strip yourself for me."
"I will give you a kiss" She presses and my smirk deepens.
I lean closer to her face, biting her earlobe as I husk "My reward is between your legs, Jaan, and I know how exactly I've to claim it."
Her cheeks heat up.
But then, a mischievous smile curls her lips as she gets up from the bed and scans everything around, trying to find something.
Not getting what she's looking for, she stares at me with a dull face, "I need something to tie your hands."
I undo my watch and keep it on the nightstand, my lips curling with 'Obviously not good intentions' as I command her, "Take off your saree and use it."
She frowns, then runs a glance to her own self. Pausing a moment, she smiles "Good idea."
She removes the loose end of her saree from the shoulder, revealing her perfect frame, her breast covered with that blouse, curves and soft belly-that navel.
An absolute goddess she is and I'm definitely not here to worship her, but to devour her so good that only I remain in her system.
She unwraps the saree slowly from her body, while I enjoy the strip show my little wife is giving me.
Leaving herself in the underskirt and blouse and taking the saree in her hands, she heads toward me, urging "Lay down."
I lay in bed, noticing her childish actions.
Sliding her underskirt down her thighs, with that black panty still covering her pussy from my sight. It'll be fun ripping it apart while I feast on her down there.
Keeping the saree near, she sits on my stomach and starts undoing my shirt's button with full dedication.
Her cologne lingers in my breath, driving me more impatient and insane.
And not to fuck her raw and rough, seeing her exposed and eager is just near death experience. Yet tolerable, when she's going to pay for this like my obedient little girl.
She takes off my shirt and wears it herself, and at this point, she's testing my patience.
She brings my hands up to the bed's headboard one by one, and ties them up with all the strength she could muster. While I keep my face unreadable, though the wild hunger coiling inside me is just not safe for her.
Her clothed cunt grinding against my abs, making my hardened cock ache further.
Once satisfied tying my hands, she turns her gaze to me while my darkening eyes never left the sight of her face.
"Such a good husband" She praises, adjusting her legs around my torso and leaning closer to my face.
She kisses my neck, then chest slowly, whispering things under her breath, her voice teasing and seductive.
I move my tied hands slightly, and free them effortlessly, but don't pull them apart to let her think she's taking control over me... just for a while more.
She shifts downwards, sitting almost on my crotch and feeling my hardness, she grimaces "Your muscles are so hard."
"This muscle is hard because of you" I add, staring at her the same way.
She giggles, clearly not understanding what I said-So fucking innocent. So fucking FUCKABLE.
Placing wet, sloppy kisses on my abs and then undoing my belt, she leans further just above my crotch, trying to undo my pants with her mouth, slowly, deliberately.
That mouth of hers, it'll look more good-sucking my cock.
"You're so fine" She mumbles, constantly moving, her core rubbing against my hard dick rhythmically, sending blood straight to it.
She doesn't have a bit of realization of how she's igniting the monster inside me.
I stay calm, letting her think she can dominate me... letting her play as much as she wants, as I know the moment my patient dropped, I would end up fucking her senseless-Merciless- until I leave her completely wrecked and sobbing beneath me.
"Stop moving, Amour" I warn, my eyes turning darker.
"Shut up, you're not allowed to command" She snaps and my jaw clenches.
That.is.it!
Before she could process the other moment, I flip her and slam her beneath me in bed and she gasps, breathing shakily "Ahh-yansh."
"Shhh" I silence her pleas in a dark, intimidating voice as I tear off her panties and push her thighs open for me, her pussy is already weeping to get me in.
Then in a single stroke, I remove that shirt from her body, followed by her blouse and bra, the sound of ripping fabric filling in.
Her tits bounce free in front of me, heavy, full and sensitive and I drink in the delicacy of them when she winces more, I barely react.
My cock aching to release.