AbhiRa One-Shots - Mix & Match

3. Beast

"He is a monster! His eyes —they are large, dark, round —scary! But your job is simple. All you have to do is marry him, fuck him, and when the time is right, slit his throat."

"Or get his sign in the property papers."

"Or both."

"Until then, keep him happy. But just make sure he doesn't break you. He is double your size." Neil Birla and Parth Birla chuckled like maniacs at their inside joke.

Akshara closed her eyes and nodded her head. "And then you'll let my nephew and niece go?" She whispered.

Neil and Parth looked at each other and nodded their heads. "Of course. You keep your part of the deal and we'll keep ours." Neil replied.

"Fine." Akshara wiped her tears, bitterly.

~*~

The wedding was the fastest one in the history of weddings. It was just quick signing of papers that signed her life away to Abhimanyu Birla.

The funny part was that Abhimanyu Birla wasn't even present for the signing. All she got was his assistant bringing in his signed documents and submitted them to the court.

"Congratulations. You are a married woman now." Neil smirked, deviously.

~*~

Akshara fidgeted with her fingers as tried to calm herself down. Situated in the big bedroom with the huge king sized bed with large windows covered with blinds —it was dark.

Outside, she could feel the raindrops pelting against the windows as thunder and lightning rolled down.

Today was her wedding night. And she had not even seen the face of her husband. Rumour was that Abhimanyu Birla hated be pictured. Not many people had seen him. Not many people even knew what he looked like. People didn't even know if he existed.

But he had to be real, right? Since he had willingly married her.

The door to the opened and Akshara shut her eyes tight, trying not to peak at the man with the heavy footsteps who had just walked in through the thin material of her veil.

Sia and Rahul. She had to remember she was doing this for Sia and Rahul. Her niece and nephew.

Would he go easy on her? Neil had said his stepbrother was a big man, a giant —and she, she was so tiny. Would Abhimanyu Birla break her? She hoped not.

Akshara let out a sigh of panic as she felt him taking a seat beside her. The bed dipped, and she held her breath. Waiting for the worst. Her veil was lifted off her head and she came across a large brooding man with darkened eyes and even darker jagged scar marring running diagonally along his face, from one corner to another.

And it...it looked beautiful.

Abhimanyu Birla —the man with the scar.

"My name is Abhimanyu." His voice was loud, baritone. She could tell he was trying his best to talk softly, with a hint of tenderness he wasn't used to.

"Akshara." She whispered, awestruck him.

"Look, Akshara. I don't know why you agreed to marry me. Or what they said to force you. But it's okay. You don't have to do this. You can file for annulment." Abhimanyu announced.

Akshara wanted to cry. They had called him a monster. But he was nicer than an angel. She wanted to scream —tell him why she agreed to the marriage. How they'd forced her. But she knew she couldn't.

"I'll...I'll leave you alone. I'll sleep somewhere else. Give you some time to think." Abhimanyu got up from the bed, ready to leave when she did what she was trained to do. What she was here to do.

She closed her eyes and held into Abhimanyu's hand, pulling him back. "I...I want this. I want you." She whispered.

In the few sentences the scarred Abhimanyu Birla had spoken to her, she had found a world of care and consideration that she had never felt before. Looking at Abhimanyu now —it was she who felt like the depraved monster leading on a man who had done everything in his power to give her an escape route.

"Please." She whispered, pulling Abhimanyu towards her.

Abhimanyu kneeled on the bed and crushed his mouth to hers, gently softly. He cupped her cheeks as he laid her down on the bed, tenderly. He came over her, peppering kisses along her face.

Tears rolled down her eyes as she cursed her fate for deceiving such a nice and kind man.

Slowly, Abhimanyu's hands explored Akshara's body as he opened her blouse, leaving her bare to his naked eye. Akshara's hands went to the buttons on Abhimanyu's sherwani, but he pulled her hands back, instead, choosing to wrap them around his neck.

He didn't want her to see his body. The ugly scars on his body.

Abhimanyu moved his face down to her neck, as he kissed it, feeling Akshara's back arch as he twisted and twirled the heard peaks of her nipples with the pads of his thumb as he cupped her breasts.

His hands moved down to her lengha skirt, opening it up and helping Akshara kick it off her legs as his lips suckled and tasted the moistness of her darkened peaks.

"Akshara..." His voice was hoarse and she nodded her head, giving him consent.

"Abhimanyu. Please. I need you." And she did. Those words —although wrapped in deception were true. She did need him. Needed him to move her plan forward. But she also needed him because he made her feel comfortable. He simply...made her feel.

Abhimanyu nodded his head as he entered her with on single thrust. Akshara gasped at the sudden invasion as Abhimanyu captured her mouth in a fiercely possessive kiss.

He began pumping inside her as Akshara trashed her head side to side, bucking her hips against his waist. Akshara's legs began shaking as she dug her nails into his back, and with every single thrust, she felt herself coming close to her release.

She whimpered violently, moaning as she arched her back, felt her orgasm overwhelm her before she finally felt herself going limp. Completely satiated.

Her hands slipped beneath the pillows as she immersed herself in the feel of Abhimanyu's larger body when her hands came across a sharp knife.

Her eyes flew open as she remembered the real reason for her marriage. She stilled, her eyes staring at the ceiling as Abhimanyu kept thrusting into her. She gripped the knife in her hand just as Abhimanyu nuzzled her neck, just before she felt him shaking and he spilled himself inside her, letting go.

Abhimanyu crashed on-top of her, breathless whilst she continued to grip the knife, thinking of her next move.

Akshara grabbed the knife from beneath the pillow, pushed Abhimanyu onto his back, came on top of him.

"Akshara?"

"Sorry." She whispered to him as slashed the knife across Abhimanyu's neck, leaving a huge gash with blood pooling along his neck.

Akshara snapped out of her trance and looked beside her to see Abhimanyu sleeping soundly. She let go off the knife and wrapped her arms around Abhimanyu.