Demon's Physco obsession

Obsession-Part 2

" have them sent along with Ankita," Shyamla turned quickly, as if she had heard something inappropriate.

"Ki.....Kittu?," she furrowed her brows in confusion, attempting to further express her thoughts but choosing to cease in order to avoid upsetting Adhiraaj early in the morning.

"What is it, Shyamla... you didn't know this basic task?" he raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh Shyamla, it is her duty as my future wife to serve breakfast to her husband. She must learn, correct Shyamla?" Adhiraaj asked with a playful expression.

"She's getting late for her school, Adhi", Shyamla attempted to offer an explanation.

"Do not forget that what is mine is also hers, Shyamla," he emphasized sternly. "Therefore, she fucking possesses authority over the school. She may come and go as she pleases, and no one, absolutely no one, has the privilege to interrogate her. Now, let us refrain from further excuses and promptly deliver my breakfast as I am starving ," he demanded while taking a seat.

Recognizing the futility of providing any further excuses, she returned to the kitchen in an attempt to find a convincing argument to persuade Ankita.

Twenty minutes had elapsed, and Adhiraaj patiently awaited his meal, which was more likely prepared by Ankita. He nonchalantly settled into a chair, occupied with typing on his mobile , a smile gracing his face. His attention abruptly shifted as he heard the melodious sound of anklets approaching. This sound had become familiar to him over time. He couldn't help but smirk at her presence, as she came forth with breakfast, her lips pouted . His breath hitched as his gaze fell upon her school uniform, consisting of a white blouse and a grey skirt that gently cascaded below her knees, revealing her slender legs and bare feet. In that moment, impure thoughts started to manifest in his mind. His hands yearned to bend her over the table and fuck her, while tugging at her tie until she was choking.  He clenched his jaw, attempting to exert control over his hard on . To regain composure, he began counting to ten, employing this method to pacify the animalistic desires within him.

Ankita was extremely nervous. She couldn't understand why Shyamla was making her serve Adhiraaj breakfast, knowing about his inappropriate behavior towards young girls and her need to get to school on time. After the incident, she avoided being alone with Adhiraaj. Additionally, her new school had strict rules on discipline. Wanting to avoid upsetting saheb, she felt compelled to quickly serve him and leave.

Adhiraaj maintained his gaze fixed on Ankita as she delicately positioned the tray before him, her hands visibly shaking. With great care, she poured the steaming coffee into his mug and placed it in front of him. Just as she was about to place a hot, fresh puri on the silver plate, Adhiraaj halted her by seizing her wrist. In that moment, a rush of memories flooded Ankita's mind, causing her breath to become erratic and tears to well up in her eyes.

"Please, saheb, I am running late for school . Kindly release me," Ankita pleaded, her voice trembling. However, instead of granting her request, he merely smirked in response.

"It's only 7:30, who goes to school this early? It only takes half an hour to ride from the estate," Adhiraaj casually stated with a slight chuckle.

"I go by bus," she quietly responded, looking down. Adhiraaj was aware of her daily routine, how she goes to school, and her behavior there. Despite being busy last month, he didn't forget about her.

He simply smirked and asked, "Have you had breakfast, little girl?" He asked disregarded her pleas. He had serious doubts that she would have partaken in breakfast at such an early hour.

Before she could even formulate a response, he once again inquired, "What exactly did you have for breakfast?"

Muttering softly, she replied, "Roti and tea."