TALAB ''under editing''

ISHQ E TALAB 1

Marrying the person you despise is worse than staying single for a lifetime.

I got married to a man I loathe. He rules with an iron fist, believing he's the king of the world.

I'll never forget that he married me for his ego.

"Where are you lost, wife?" he asks coldly. It's not just him I fear; it's everything about him.

His gaze feels like it will devour me. His eyes are a puzzle I can't solve, no matter how hard I try.

He doesn't beat me, but his voice and looks terrify me. Everyone says he loves me, but no, he only loves his ego.

"Wife," his stern voice breaks my train of thought.

I run to his home office.

"Sorry, you called me. I was getting ready." He looks at me from head to toe, making me curious about how I look.

"Hmm, get me a coffee," he orders, never complimenting, always commanding as if I'm his slave.

Sometimes I want to add chilies to his coffee.

After making his coffee, I face the hard task of giving it to him, starting his round of stupid questions.

I knock on the door. "Come in, wife."

I put the coffee down and try to leave, but freeze. "Stop, kitten. Where are you going? Did I say you could leave?"

I shake my head. "Sit and let's talk."

We're in his mansion office. He sits on the couch, and I sit far from him.

"So, as you know, wife, our company won the Malhotra deal. I'm throwing a party tonight." I nod.

"I want you to behave and remember whose wife you are." I nod again.

"Words, wife," he says sternly.

"Yes." He stands up and gives me a packet. "Wear this tonight. You can leave now. I have important work to do."

I wait for the moment to escape his cage.

Party, my foot. I'll humiliate him. He thinks I don't know how to behave, so I'll show him my attitude.

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That evening, we reach the venue. With a fake smile, I greet everyone.

He holds me by the waist, pretending to be a loving husband, but only I know the truth.

"Wife, go enjoy the food. I'll join you soon." I give a fake innocent smile and head to the food court. After filling my tummy, it's time for action.

During the couple's dance, I ask a man to dance. He smiles and agrees. As we dance, I feel my husband's eyes burning holes into me.

Then the man starts touching me inappropriately. Before I can push him away, my husband punches him.

He beats the man like a madman until people separate them.

"Ask your wife. She asked for the dance," the man says. Dev looks at me and says, "I trust my wife."

A sob escapes my mouth. "Sorry, Dev. It was me who asked him to dance."

Dev's eyes are red, but I see a hint of hurt.

He grips my wrist and pulls me away. Before we leave, the man's wife says, "Wait, Mr. Dev Anand. Ask for forgiveness from my husband."

"I apologize." It's shameful. Guilt eats at me because I tarnished Dev's pride.

The drive home is silent. Before going upstairs, he looks at me and says, "Meet me in my office in six minutes."

I stand before him, shivering. "Dev, sorry, I was—"

"Did I ask you to speak?" he says calmly.

"Don't be scared, wife. Mistakes happen, but so do punishments," he says with a low, scary tone and a smirk.

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''I am sorry i wasn't knowing that'' but got interrupted by him.

He placed his finger on her lip and said authorially ''Shhhh kitten no explanations lay down on the table.''

She shook her head but in return he smirk and said ''I won't reapeat wife'' she slowly with small steps goes towards his office table and put her upper body on the table and her butt was facing towards him.

He pounds towards her with a satisficed smirk lifts her skirt up till her waist she close her eyes out of fear. She got rewarded with a hard spank on her butt she moans out of pain.

He smirks and leans while putting his pleasure on her butt she control her moan it was so hard to control. He lick her earlobe and whispers ''Nice turn on kitten.

He made her count spanks it was was painful and she felt betrayed when her dripped within by punishment.

He stops his torture but her power to stand was drained out she fall into his arms and hugged him tightly.

He lifts her up and takes her to their room.

She was clinging on him like a monkey it was the most embarrassing thing his hands were on her sour butt.

Her pov

He lays on the bed with me I am still clinging him like a monkey he grabs lotion from side table and started massaging My red butts.

Moans were slipping out of my mouth. He stopped massaging "I regret marrying you" I said to him he started caressing my hairs.

I drifted into a profound slumber.