𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

Finally Updated: Bonus 2.1

*****FOR FULL EXPERIENCE READ BOTH THE PREVIOUS BONUSES FIRST*****

AKSHAT

My heart hammered against my ribs as I slammed the kitchen door shut. The echo was deafening after the hushed conversation with Princess. This gnawing insecurity was a constant companion. Here I was, clawing my way towards normalcy, desperately trying to silence the beast within. But the fear – the sheer terror – that she wouldn't stay, that this happiness was a fleeting dream, it choked me.

"Self-love" feels like a cruel joke when you hold an angel in your arms. All those self-help books, the endless mantras – none of it touches the raw, primal fear of losing someone who seems so impossibly perfect. Remember Beauty and the Beast? Sure, the beast changed for Belle, but what about the monster it buried? I tried. I choked down my volatile emotions, learned to navigate public spaces without ripping someone's head off, all because that damn party almost cost me everything.

I spend every waking moment deciphering her desires, anticipating her needs, giving her the damn space she needs sometimes. It's an all-consuming quest, this desperate attempt to be the man she deserves. But with every change, a piece of me crumbles. I can't feel anymore. It's like my emotions are on autopilot, a cold calculation in my mind dictating every reaction, every word. I'm a goddamn puppet, performing a sanitized version of myself on the world's stage.

And the questions? Did she truly believe I didn't see through them? This isn't just torture. It's a double-edged sword.

Mai apni khwaishe or pasand bhool sakta hu jaana, tumhari kabhi nahin. Mujhe to yaad bhi nahin aakhri baar kab maine meri pasand ka kuch bhi dekha ho, suna ho ya padha ho. Meri pasand to tum ho na, toh jo tumhari pasand hai wahi meri pasand hai.

(I can forget my own desires and wishes, but never yours. I can't even remember the last time I saw, heard, or read something I truly preferred. You are my preference, so whatever pleases you pleases me.)

I picked out a John Green book from my desk that I was currently reading. The only difference between me and that guy was maybe I failed to boast it around in front of you.

After putting Samaira to sleep in the inside small bedroom created for her, she walked over to the bed as I stood behind the window watching outside.

"I am going to an office tour to Udaipur," she said standing beside me as I was still looking outside the window, I looked over to her and she clutched her chiffon saree tightly on both of her fists.

"Who all are going?" I asked keeping my eyes away from her,

"Everyone in the project," she said, "I will stay there for four days and we have to stay with our project partner as this will be a brand shoot for our recent product," she said and I could hear her gulp loudly. She better know the answer to that question, but the thing that irked me was that it wasn't a question but a statement.

I tilted towards my left where she was standing and came face to face with her and folded my hands glaring at her.

"You are asking me or informing me?" I asked.

"I-Informing," she said taking a step back,

"So, you are going to stay with Mridul right?" I clarified.

"Y-Yes," she stammered.

"Share a room," I declared taking a step forward.

"Of course, that's what staying together is," she said patting her sweat on the saree.

I grabbed her hairs in a tight fist and whispered, "Kitne aish se rehte honge, kitna itrate honge, jaane kaise log wo honge jo usko bhaate honge" hurt evident in my voice as she looked at me deeply.

Holding her by her waist I flushed her front towards me, "Shauk hai is dil-e-darinda ka, aapke hont kaat khaane ka" I growled near her lips as my grip tightened, and she winced in pain.

"Use wo chize isilie aati hai kyoki wo use pasand hai, mujhe ye sab isilie aata hai kyoki mujhe tum pasand ho, samjhi? " I said darkly as tears brimmed in her eyes with pain. I moved my hands towards her throat while still holding her through the waist, "Kisi aur ki aankhon me abse dekha to uski aankhein tumhare saamne noch lunga," her delicate neck in my hand felt so fucking good.

"Kneel," I said putting my hands on my waist. I've had enough of this shit, she needs to fucking learn where she belongs, with me!

I have never ordered her this harshly and always made love with her, but my patience is wearing thin.

I don't give a flying fuck what that stupid therapist has to say,

"I-I won't," she stammered and moved a step back as her back touched the wall, "What did you just say?" I inquired furrowing my brows.

"I-I will n-not k-kneel," she said looking straight into my eyes.

I put my hands beside her face flattened my palm on the wall and leaned closer,

"Just because I call you a princess doesn't mean I can't fuck you like a whore," her eyes widened at my words, "Do you know the first time I was so close to you in that camp and you fucked with my mind showing me these perky nipples of yours, I was about to lose my goddamn mind, but I held it off. And I have been holding it off ever since, do not make me fuck you Princess, enjoy the vanilla," I whispered fanning her lips.

"We've been married for six years there's still something you are holding off?" she asked me confused.

"There are many things about me you aren't meant to accept, and I have learnt to keep them in check," I said.

"What if I tell you I'm ready to accept as it is." She said softly.

I chuckled a little, "Then I'd say you're insane," I said the truth.

"Are you horny, princess?" I asked. Maybe this was a way of seduction.

"Yes," she acknowledged and I picked her up in my arms ready to provide her with the pleasure she deserves from her husband. Told you, robotic processing.

"I have w-watched fifty shades of grey, if-if that's what you want," she said and gulped as I hovered over her.

"I'm much more depraved than that princess, don't push me," I said and softly started removing her saree pin.

"What if I-I told you I have one?" she asked closing her eyes,

He looked at me confused, "I-I don't know what it is called, but, I-I..." she fumbled around,

"Tell me, princess, there's nothing to be ashamed of, I'm here to serve you anything you want, you shouldn't be ashamed of asking anything from your husband, I would never judge you," I said clarifying and slowly moving my hands on her cheeks.

"That's what I want to do with you" she whispered softly,

"Do what?" I inquired.

"S-Serve you," she said closing her eyes,

"Serve me?" I gave her a confused look.

"I-I just want you to take it however you want and surprise me with that and not tell me," she said her cheeks turning bright red.

I smirked at her answer. Oh, so my princess wants to experiment and submit.