Marriage In The Pink City

Chapter 8

Hare Krishna
Chapter 8

The next morning, Tanushree woke up with a heavy head and swollen eyes. Robotically, she moved towards the washroom, feeling a lingering pain between her legs. The realisation of Abhimaan's roughness hit her, and under the shower, her eyes welled up, the emotional weight of the night before washing over her.

Tanushree dressed in a yellow lehenga choli and descended the stairs. Her father-in-law sat, reading a newspaper and sipping black coffee. "Arey Tanu beta, come sit here," he invited. She took a seat across from him, and he offered, "Would you like some coffee, beta?"

She nodded, and he prepared a cup, inquiring if she preferred it strong. Handing her the coffee, he asked, "Tanu, is my son treating you right?" After a moment's contemplation, she nodded. He continued, "If ever he does something to hurt you, you must tell us. Don't keep it to yourself. You are my daughter-in-law, but I don't consider you any different than my daughter." Tanushree's eyes grew moist as she nodded in acknowledgment.

Seated around the dining table, everyone was present when Abhiman descended the stairs, clad in a crisp grey suit. He greeted everyone, but his gaze lingered on his wife, who was absentmindedly playing with her food.

"Dadi maa, Papa, Maa," he began, "I am going back to the penthouse today. Maa, have someone drop Tanushree's stuff at the penthouse," he announced. His parents exchanged glances, and his father inquired, "What's the hurry? Stay here with us a few more days. Next week is your reception. Go after that."

Abhiman looked at his father and replied, "No, Dad. We will attend the reception directly from the penthouse. I have some work as well." There was a subtle tension in the air.

In their room, Tanushree sat patiently, awaiting her husband's arrival. When he finally entered, he declared, "I have been waiting for you for the last fifteen minutes. Hurry up. We are leaving," his tone cold and unwavering. She remained seated, her head down, as he repeated, "I said, hurry up. You have already wasted my fifteen minutes."

Timidly, she spoke up, "I... I don't want to go. Please. I... I want to live with everyone." Abhimaan looked down at her, observing her trembling hands. "I didn't give you an option, sweetheart," he whispered into her ears. The cold, deep, husky voice sent shivers down Tanushree's spine, and he smirked. "Now, you better get going, or I will pick up and dump you in the car," he threatened.

Feeling that Abhimaan might do what he threatened her off, Tanushree hastily stood up and rushed out of the room.

As Tanushree bid farewell to her in-laws, Hema and Karan enveloped her in hugs. Once inside the car, Abhimaan pressed the button to the car partition, effectively isolating himself as he delved into his laptop, seemingly indifferent.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice breaking. He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Because I can," he answered, his response carrying a cold and calculated tone, leaving Tanushree with a heavy heart as the car drove away, distancing her from the warmth of her in-laws and into the cold silence of the penthouse.

The car came to a stop in front of a skyscraper. They entered a private elevator that smoothly ascended to the 54th floor. As the doors opened, Tanushree gazed into the modern grey and white interiors of the luxurious penthouse.

Abhimaan spoke, breaking the silence, "I am leaving for work. My room is on the left. There's a housekeeper who comes twice a week," he informed, a matter-of-fact statement that left Tanushree alone in the grandeur of the penthouse, navigating through its lavish but unfamiliar surroundings.

Throughout the day, Tanushree immersed herself in the task of arranging her belongings in the new penthouse. She made calls to her parents, updating them about her day and reassuring them of her well-being. In the sprawling space, she had chosen a room in the far left corner, trying to make it feel like home.

As evening fell, she cooked dinner and ate alone in the expansive dining area. By the time the clock struck 11, Abhimaan had not returned from work. With misty eyes, she cried silently, the loneliness of the vast penthouse weighing on her. She eventually succumbed to exhaustion, drifting into a restless sleep.

She awoke to the sensation of someone caressing her face in the dimly lit room. Groggy, she saw the silhouette of a figure, and a chill ran down her spine as she recognized the touch. His fingers traced her nose, neck, and disappeared into her cleavage, pulling open the buttons of her nightwear.

"Who told you that you could sleep anywhere except my bed?" he said, his words laced with a tone that sent shivers down her spine. The scent of alcohol lingered in his breath, and she realized that Abhimaan had returned home drunk.

She attempted to get up, but he swiftly pinned her down on the bed, his form hovering over her. "You will not sleep anywhere but my bed, wife," he declared, his words accompanied by a bite on her earlobe.

His nose tip traced her cleavage and he bit her erect nipple, his tongue teasing her flesh and she shivered under him. His other hand pinched her other nipple, the sharp pain turning into a wave of pleasure that made her body arch. She had suddenly lost all her senses. “My wife only sleeps in my bed, " he obsessively said while moving lower.

The next sensation was that of his mouth between her legs and she opened them more to receive him, her hips rising. He was a beast. A wild animal. A predator. And she was his prey. He quickly removed his clothes and his hands moved to her waist, lifting her from the bed and making her lie on top of him as he sat up. He roughly thrusted inside her.

The movement was sudden and the new position was making him deeper than he ever was. Her arms rested on his shoulders and her forehead fell against his. He was still moving and the waves of pleasure were growing stronger. She couldn't understand where his strength was coming from. It felt like the whole world had turned upside down.

He turned them around pinning her hands above her head as he thrust more roughly. Tanushree was a moaning mess under him and he was groaning and growling.

His movements became faster and harder and his lips captured hers, kissing her with the same rhythm. He released her lips and buried his head into her neck and hair as they both reached their orgasm. Abhimaan collapsed beside her, he pulled her closer and kissed her shoulders. My wife stays with me, he murmured before dozing off holding her close.

Tanushree realised that her husband was holding her close, a smile appeared on her face. Maybe she was being too quick to judge her husband, she thought.

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