Her Helpmate

28. Punishment!

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"Then. Touch me, Sha..." I stopped from saying his name and instead added, "Mr. Chauhan!"

"Say: touch me Shaurya, bear!" he demanded. If he is assuming that he can take use of my emotions then he is so wrong.

"No!" He gave me a long look and then sighed.

"Fine, then! When you will call me Shaurya, then only I am going to touch you and make love." He announced, rejecting my demand.

An irritative crease formed on my forehead when he stood on his foot and offered me his hand.

I was feeling offended by his rejection. Did he just reject me?

I tried to stand independently but couldn't because of my heavy Lehenga. So, he grabbed me by my waist and made me stand on my foot. I grabbed my nightwear set and started to walk to the bathroom.

"Bear!" He followed me. "Saira!"

He grabbed my hand and whirled me around to face him. My face was roasting with aggression and offense. "Saira." I twitched my nasal nares controlling my anger. "I don't mean to reject–"

"Don't. I have no interest in your words." 

"Bear, I want you so badly that I can't even describe you in simple words. But I want you to feel my love with love, not with lust."

"Oh really! Then stop forcing me Mr. Chauhan, stop speaking dirty with me. Stop stimulating me for your own satisfaction, I am not a doll...that if you turn a key and I will act as you desire."

"Mr. Chauhan. You, calling me that, has increased the gap between us Saira. I want you to demand me. To your Shaurya. Not to a person who is holding the surname of Chauhan just because he was born in this family."

"You..." I pointed my index at his chest, "You will never understand me. Even knowing that in the end I am gonna hate you then why do you have to fall in love with me and also force me to love you in return?"

"Because you are the air which made me feel lively. Your innocence, your smile, your way of taking care of others, your childish behavior, your stubborn nature!"

I shook my head at him. "Go to hell!"

A luxurious bathtub fixed in the center was filled with water and petals were flowing in it. There were candles around the tub. Well, it was as big as our bed, enough for six people to fit in it. Or one can say that is a mini swimming pool.

Though I wanted to take bath in that tub, I stepped inside the shower room. I removed my blouse and lehenga. While applying soap, I saw brownish-red hickeys on my both breasts. 

Though I am angry with him and unhappy with this wedding, I am satisfied that I got Papi, who showers me with love more than my father.

I finished my bath and put on the short pajama set. It was white with satin fabric. I ran my hand through the fabric and closed my eyes. For a second I imagined Shaurya rubbing his nude body on mine. I got an urge to slip my hand inside my panties. 

"Bear, are you done!" I heard Shaurya's voice. 

I walked out of the bathroom. Shaurya stood like his nickname in front of the door, obstructing my path. "Move!" that's the reason I call him Minaret. His eyes inspected me from top to bottom.

This I really hate in him. Since the day he laid his eyes on me, he looks at me like he wants to eat me alive. And that gaze has been affecting me so badly that loving him is secondary, I want to feel him inside my vagina.