Karan waited anxiously outside the upscale restaurant, nervously adjusting his tie. He knew Preeta would be arriving soon, and he didn't want to give her any reason to be displeased. The evening air was crisp, and the city lights twinkled around him, but Karan's mind was focused solely on Preeta's arrival.
A sleek, black car pulled up, and Preeta stepped out, exuding confidence and elegance. Karan immediately rushed to her side, holding out his hand to help her out of the car. She ignored his hand, walking past him without a glance.
"Are you ready, Karan?" Preeta's voice was cold and authoritative.
"Yes, Preeta," Karan replied, trailing behind her as she strode into the restaurant.
They were seated at a private booth in the corner, away from prying eyes. Preeta glanced around, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and disdain as she observed the opulent surroundings.
"Karan," she began, her voice laced with a hint of mockery, "this place is quite expensive. Are you sure you can afford it?"
Karan lowered his eyes, feeling the familiar sting of humiliation. "Yes, Preeta. I'll manage."
Preeta's lips curled into a smirk. "Of course you will. You always do."
As the waiter approached, Preeta ordered an extravagant meal for herself, barely glancing at the menu. Karan hesitated, knowing he had to be careful with the limited money he had.
"I'll just have a glass of water," he mumbled.
Preeta raised an eyebrow. "Water? How pathetic. But I suppose that's all you can afford, isn't it?"
Karan nodded, his cheeks burning with shame. The waiter left, and Preeta turned her attention back to Karan, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
"Tell me, Karan, how is your family? Still struggling to eat two meals a day?"
Karan swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat. "Yes, Preeta. It's been difficult."
Preeta laughed softly, a cruel sound that echoed in Karan's ears. "And yet, you continue to give me your entire salary. How noble of you."
Karan looked down at the table, unable to meet her gaze. "You're everything to me, Preeta. I want to make you happy."
Preeta leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man, Karan. And I love it."
The waiter returned with their orders, placing Preeta's sumptuous meal in front of her and a glass of water before Karan. Preeta began to eat, savoring each bite, while Karan sat in silence, his stomach growling.
After a few minutes, Preeta stopped eating and looked at Karan with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Karan, come here."
Karan obeyed, sliding out of his seat and kneeling beside her. Preeta extended her foot, and Karan knew what was expected of him. He bent down, pressing his lips to her shoe, kissing it reverently.
"Lick it," Preeta commanded.
Karan's tongue darted out, licking her shoe with a mixture of shame and devotion. Preeta watched him with satisfaction, her smile growing wider.
"Now, eat this," she said, spitting on his plate. "It's the only thing you can afford here."
Tears welled up in Karan's eyes as he looked at the plate. He hesitated, but Preeta's sharp voice cut through his thoughts.
"Do it, Karan. Show me how much you love me."
With trembling hands, Karan picked up his fork and brought a bite of the spit-covered food to his mouth. He chewed slowly, the taste mingling with the bitterness of his humiliation.
Preeta leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Good boy. Now, here's a tip for you." She tossed a few coins on the table. "Buy something for your family. Maybe a piece of bread."
Karan's tears spilled over as he pocketed the coins. "Thank you, Preeta."
Preeta stood up, preparing to leave. "Remember, Karan, you're mine. You'll always be mine."
Karan nodded, watching her walk away. Despite the pain and humiliation, he knew he would continue to serve Preeta, no matter the cost. She was his everything, and he would endure anything for her.
