PRATIKAAR ~ His Retribution....

"D--Don't...!!"
She wasn't afraid but her fumbling in front of him was because she couldn't believe it.

But he shamelessly smiled at her. Putting his one foot near that disshelved girl on bed.

"Why, Rebel...? It was indeed a worthy night."
He commented smirking. While grazing his lips on her earlobe he further said--
"And must I confess. You were.... Awesome."
His voice was husky, but mockery filled a bit more.
"The way you wanted me to touch you..."
He brushed her unkempt hair with his fingers, removing them from her face.
"And I swear...Your pale body in my arms was looking so---"

"No !!!! Just shut up !!!"
She jerked his hand off. Her face red with embarrassment. Embarrassed of her own self !
"I won't do any such thing--"

"Oh believe me darling, you were doing, or I must say, begging to do such things ! Begging me to..."
He once again brought his lips near her ear.
"To wash all your sins by touching you. And I don't think a man can touch a woman better then...this---"

"Oh just stop !!!"
She said, her eyes blazing. Tears rolling down her eyes.
"You are a pathetic man Thākur Rāghavendra Nārayan Agnihotri !! I didn't think you can be this lowly !!"

"And I don't care about what you think, Inaayat Khan ! All I know is..."
He trailed, both his words and his finger on her cheeks.
"I liked you, atleast in bed last night. So from today onwards you'll be spending your nights in my room. And I repeat ! I don't fucking care, where you are whole day, but your nights should be with me."
He said with a serious face.
"Dear wife..."

"No !!! That's not how men treat their wives, Thaakur saahab !! This is how they treat their whor---"
She couldn't complete.

"One more word, and I will show you how I treat my whores !"
His dangerous voice sent shivers down her core. But disgust overpowered it !

And he left.....

Descending down the stairs, he looked up. That must be enough.🖋️