Daksh's p.o.v
I take the belt from the wardrobe and fold it around my palm, glaring at Roshni. There is no way in hell I will use this damn object on her, but I'm not telling her that.
"Roshni, come here," I say. Roshni shakes her head and takes a step back again. I think I should stop. I don't need to scare her. But again, did I not tell her not to meet her brother? Not just once but so many times.
I sit on the bed, grab her by the hand, and make her stand between my legs.
"So why don't you tell me about his message?" I ask. She doesn't open her mouth, just stays silent, looking down at the floor tiles as if she is seeing them for the first time.
Not receiving any answer, I deliver one smack to her thigh with my palm. She immediately starts rubbing her thigh.
"Step back. Remove all your clothes," I ordered, pushing her back a little. Taking off clothes in other circumstances is really easy, but right now the circumstances are different and I'm sure she doesn't want to take off her clothes at all.
As expected She shakes her head.
"Why are you doing this? I'm sorry look, I'm holding my ears," she says, holding both ears and giving me a puppy look.
"Do as I say," I say sternly. She reluctantly holds the hem of her T-shirt and takes it off, followed by her pants, but then she looks at me for a moment before taking off the remaining clothes.
"Go bend over that table," I say, showing her the side table. Yes, I will not use the belt, but I never talk about my palm.
"I'm sorry," she says, crying. I look at her for a minute and indicate for her to sit beside me. I can't actually see her crying like this. I know she didn't listen, but she is still too young to understand the outside world.
Once she sits beside me on the bed, I throw a blanket over her. She grabs both ends of the blanket tightly, covering herself with it. Like it's my first time seeing her like this, but I knew it I knew that taking off clothes would make her feel punished without my doing anything else.
"Now if you don't talk then my belt will talk, so tell me why don't you tell me about the message?" I threaten.
"Because I thought you just had some misunderstanding. He is not like how you describe him; that's why," she says, still tears continuously falling from her eyes.
Sighing heavily, I cup her cheeks and wipe her tears with my thumb.
"If even a single drop of tears falls from your eyes, then I will use my belt, understand?" I threaten again.
She quickly wipes her tears and nods.
"So it was a good idea, right? You proved me wrong and just followed your heart. What if something had happened to you?" I ask calmly, like all my anger melted away after this long crying session.
"I don't know he had some bad intentions," she says, pressing her lips between her teeth to stop crying again. I touch her lips and free them from her teeth, not wanting her to hurt herself.
"What if you hadn't told me anything today? Would you be meeting him tomorrow then, Roshni? I already warned you about him," I ask because I have been thinking about it a lot. What if she hadn't told me anything? What would have happened if she had gone to meet that fucker alone?
"Leave all of this now. You better understand me, and a slap was not enough to make you understand, right? Leave that blanket and stand in front of me," I mumbled, thinking how I slapped her that night when she came home late because she was with her cousin. I hate it so much.
She eyes my belt which I am holding. But knowing she doesn't have any other choice, she stands in front of me, the blanket still tightly wrapped around her.
"No hug, no kiss, no cuddle you will be sleeping in your room," I instruct.
"But I'm pregnant," she says, putting her hand on her belly. Yes, you are pregnant, and still you put yourself in danger because you thought I had a misunderstanding.
"So?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"My baby wants attention," she says, her eyes tearing up again.
"No touching means no touching," I say coldly.
"Go now bend over that table," I repeat.
"Daksh, I'm sorry. This will hurt. I will never, ever in my life defy you. If you tell me not to go in the right direction, then I will go in the right direction only," she says.
"What?" I ask, biting back a smile.
"Sorry, I mean left," she corrects.
"Okay, go bring my scale," I say, leaving the belt and grabbing the blanket and pulling it from her and putting it aside.
"I can't go around like this," she objects.
"If you don't, then I'm telling you, you are not going to wear a single piece of clothes today the choice is yours," I say in a serious tone, but this is a pure lie.
"I will not. Hear me your scale is in my study room. I'm not going anywhere like this," she shouts and turns her face.
"You still think you can yell at me?" I say, slapping her thigh.
"Okay, don't bring your loss," I say and bend her over my lap. I carefully adjust her, not wanting her belly to press on my knees. I butt rise up and her face presses on the mattress.
"Leave me, Daksh you are pressing my baby," she cries.
I caress her hair before I raise my hand and bring it down on her bare back.
‘Spank.’
‘Spank.’
‘Spank.’
‘Spank.’
‘Spank.’
Just after five, she is audibly weeping. I rub her back and make her stand in front of me. I intertwine our fingers and give her a stern look.
"Will you bring the scale now or not?" I ask. Roshni looks at me with her red eyes and pouted lips.
"Are you still not done?" she asks. Without replying to her I again bend her over my knees.
I softly caress her back, which is all red. But again I let my palm fall on her back hard.
"Wait, wait — I'm bringing it, no more, I'm bringing it. Just give me this blanket; I will take it to my room," she says quickly, not ready for more.
"Why? Now aren't you going to yell more?" I mock her and pinch her bud.
"Go bring it," I say. She takes the blanket, wraps it around herself, goes to her room, and comes back holding the scale.
"You want me to use it?" I ask. She shakes her head.
I throw the scale on the floor, making her jump in place.
"Will you ever get in that kind of trouble? You should be getting in trouble for fighting, breaking traffic rules, but no you just fall into big messes," I say, twisting her ear.
"I will not repeat it again, I promise. No more, please," she says and leans on me, but I take a step back.
"Go and take a shower. I want to see you downstairs after you are done. And since you didn't bring me the scale when I first asked you, you are coming downstairs with no clothes," I say, and I leave that room, loudly banging the door. I'm not expecting her to come down naked and I know my wife will not follow my order.
Third person's pov
"Like I will come, like you are actually expecting me to come. You yourself told me your brothers have keys to this house," she says to herself while picking up her clothes.
"He was telling me my husband only wants to have my body, something like this, right? And why do I feel like it's me who always wants to be attached to him? It's always me who tries to seduce him. Still, I wanted to hug him it's just that he ran away."
"If I could kill anyone, I would have killed him," she keeps on mumbling to herself before going to shower.
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