Demon's Physco obsession

The Daily Ritual of Control

"Send them with Ankita," Shyamla turned quickly, as if she'd heard something she shouldn't have.

"Ki... Kittu?" She frowned, wanting to say more but stopping herself to avoid upsetting Adhiraaj so early.

"What is it, Shyamla? Didn't you know this simple thing?" he asked, amused. "Oh, Shyamla, it's her duty as my future wife to serve her husband breakfast. She needs to learn, right Shyamla?" Adhiraaj asked playfully.

"She's getting late for school, Adhi," Shyamla tried to explain.

"Don't forget that what's mine is also hers, Shyamla," he said firmly. "So, she has fucking control over the school. She can come and go as she pleases, and no one has the right to question her. Now, no more excuses, and bring my breakfast quickly, I'm starving," he demanded, sitting down.

Knowing it was pointless to argue, she went back to the kitchen, trying to think of a good reason to convince Ankita.

Twenty minutes passed, and Adhiraaj waited patiently for his food, which he expected Ankita to prepare. He casually sat in a chair, busy typing on his phone with a smile. His attention suddenly shifted when he heard the soft sound of anklets approaching. He had grown familiar with this sound. He couldn't help but smirk as she came with the breakfast, her lips pouting. His breath caught as he saw her school uniform: a white blouse and a grey skirt that fell below her knees, showing her bare legs and feet. In that moment, inappropriate thoughts filled his mind. He wanted to grab her, bend her over the table, and fuck her while pulling at her tie until she choked. He clenched his jaw, trying to control his arousal. To calm himself, he started counting to ten, using this method to control his desires.

Ankita was very nervous. She didn't understand why Shyamla was making her serve Adhiraaj breakfast, knowing his inappropriate behavior towards young girls and that she needed to get to school on time. After what had happened before, she avoided being alone with Adhiraaj. Also, her new school had strict rules about being on time. Not wanting to upset him, she felt she had to serve him quickly and leave.

Adhiraaj kept his eyes on Ankita as she carefully placed the tray in front of him, her hands shaking. Gently, she poured the hot coffee into his mug and put it before him. Just as she was about to place a hot, fresh puri on the silver plate, Adhiraaj stopped her by grabbing her wrist. Instantly, a flood of memories rushed through Ankita's mind, making her breathe unevenly and tears well up in her eyes.

"Please, shaheb, I'm late for school. Please let go of me," Ankita begged, her voice trembling. But instead of letting go, he just smirked.

"It's only 7:30, who goes to school this early? It only takes half an hour to drive from the estate," Adhiraaj said casually with a small laugh.

"I go by bus," she replied quietly, looking down. Adhiraaj knew her daily routine, how she went to school, and what she did there. Even though he had been busy the previous month, he hadn't forgotten about her.

He just smirked and asked, "Have you had breakfast, little girl?" He ignored her pleas. He doubted she would have eaten breakfast so early.
Before she could answer, he asked again, "What exactly did you have for breakfast?"

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

"It seems, then, that you haven't had your morning meal yet," Adhiraaj remarked, raising an eyebrow. At that moment, her stomach growled loudly, making her face turn red with embarrassment. Eating only one roti and a small cup of tea wasn't enough to satisfy her hunger, but this was normal for her. She had been living on such small amounts for many years. Despite wanting puris and curry, she didn't want to show her desire in front of Adhiraaj. She kept this up until her stomach rumbled, which only made her more uneasy.