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The door had barely clicked shut when Ashtram pinned Niranya against it, caging her in. His hands slammed on either side of her head, trapping her between the cold wood and his burning heat.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he murmured, his voice a velvet threat. “Did you think I wouldn’t punish you for it, Jaan?”
Niranya’s breath hitched as his lips ghosted over her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Ash…” her whisper was barely a plea, but it only made his smirk deepen.
In one swift motion, he claimed her lips, stealing every protest, every gasp, devouring her whole. His kiss was punishing—a silent reprimand for every time she had let that waist chain slip down teasingly in front of him.
Her fingers trembled as they gripped his shoulders, but she didn’t push him away. She didn’t want to.
A low growl vibrated against her lips before he pulled back, his hungry eyes dropping to the golden chain resting against her soft waist. His fingers trailed over it, featherlight, before curling around the delicate metal.
“You wore this just to test me, didn’t you wifey?” he accused, a dark amusement lacing his voice.
“I-I didn’t,” she stammered, struggling for breath.
His eyes darkened further. “Liar.”
Without another word, he yanked at the lehenga’s waistband, making her gasp as the fabric unraveled, pooling at her feet in a rustling whisper. But he didn’t stop there. His fingers moved with a slow, torturous precision, brushing against her heated skin as he unhooked the blouse next, letting it slip from her shoulders, baring more of her to his hungry gaze.
Her breath hitched, but he wasn’t done yet. The delicate dupatta that had shielded her modesty all evening was the next to go—he tugged it away, letting it float to the floor like fallen silk.
Now, she stood before him completely bare, except for the golden waist chain that still gleamed against her flushed skin. Vulnerable. Exposed. Completely his.
Her hands instinctively flew to cover herself, but he caught them effortlessly, pinning them against the door with one hand. “No,” he ordered. “I want to see what’s mine.”
Her cheeks flushed under his intense gaze. Every inch of her was bare except for that waist chain that had ignited his possessiveness.
With a deliberate slowness that had her trembling, he unhooked the chain from her waist. But instead of tossing it aside, he wrapped it around his wrist, twisting it securely.
Niranya’s lips parted in shock. “W-What are you doing?”
His gaze locked onto hers, burning with something far more dangerous than desire—ownership. “Keeping it,” he murmured. “Keeping you Angel.”
Her knees felt weak. The symbolism, the way that fragile chain looked against his strong wrist—as if he had bound himself to her, instead of the other way around.
Before she could say another word, he lifted her effortlessly, making her gasp and instinctively wrap her legs around his waist.
"A-Ash!" she squealed, clutching onto him.
His lips tilted into a smirk. "You should’ve thought about this before teasing me, Jaan."
With long, possessive strides, he carried her across the dimly lit room, stopping in front of a full-length mirror.
When he set her down, he pressed his chest against her back, molding her to him as his hands trailed from her shoulders to her arms, then down to her waist.
“Look,” he commanded softly, his lips brushing against her ear. “Look at yourself in my arms.”
Niranya’s breath shuddered as she hesitantly raised her gaze. The mirror reflected everything—her flushed cheeks, her trembling lips, the way her body melted into his dominant hold.
Her breath hitched. “Ashtram, this is…”
“Shh.” His hand traveled down, guiding her palms to rest against the mirror’s cool, reflective surface. “Keep them there, wifey” he whispered. “Don’t move.”
She obeyed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he tightened his hold on her, pressing her further into his warmth.
His dark eyes never left hers in the reflection. “You see, Jaan,” he murmured, flexing his fingers around her hips, “this is what you do to me. Do you understand now?”
She swallowed thickly. “Ash, I—I didn’t mean to tease you that much…”
He chuckled, low and dangerous. “Too late for regrets, love.”
She shivered, not from fear—but from the raw possession in his voice, the way he watched her like she was his entire world.
His fingers grazed the waist chain now wrapped around his wrist, and he smirked. “And this?” He lifted his wrist slightly so she could see it better in the mirror. “This stays with me now. Forever.”
Her lips parted, her eyes glazed with unspoken emotions. She had no words—because what could she possibly say when the most dangerous man in the world just chained himself to her in the most unexpected way?
The only thing she knew for sure was this—there was no escaping him now.
He stood behind her, his body radiating dominance, his chest rising and falling with each controlled breath. Slowly, deliberately, he began undressing himself, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. Each piece of clothing came off with a fluid, purposeful motion—his sherwani first, then his trousers, until he stood before her, every inch of him bare, his power evident in the way his body radiated raw strength.
Niranya’s eyes were fixated on his every movement, her breath coming in short gasps, but the moment he was fully exposed, a shyness overtook her. Her gaze dropped from the mirror, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. She instinctively turned her head to the side, her cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment.
But Ashtram’s voice—dark, commanding—cut through the air, sharp like a whip.
“Don’t look away, Jaan.”
The command was simple but carried the weight of authority, leaving no room for resistance. Her heart fluttered, caught between the need to obey and the overwhelming urge to hide her vulnerability.
His hand shot out, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look back into the mirror. His touch was gentle but unyielding, as if he were branding her with his presence, marking her as his.
“I want you to watch. Watch every second, because what’s about to happen is for your eyes only.”
Her breath hitched, her pulse racing as she found herself trapped in his gaze through the reflection. The heat between them intensified, and though her body wanted to shy away, she stood still, her eyes locked with his in the mirror.
Ashtram leaned in close, his lips brushing the curve of her ear as his breath stirred the hair on her neck. “Now, Wifey... watch me as I claim you.”
"Spread your hands flat against the mirror," he ordered softly, yet firmly. His voice carried a dangerous edge that made her obey instantly.
Placing her small palms flat against the cold mirror, her body stiffened as she felt his large hands slowly glide down her sides, over her hips, making her shiver.
He positioned himself behind her, his thick length pressing against her soft entrance as he leaned in to kiss the back of her neck.
His strong hands roamed her curves possessively, squeezing her breast gently as he nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. He rub himself between her thighs teasingly, not entering her yet, drawing out the anticipation. "Look at the mirror," he growled.
She sees the chain around his wrist, the way it catches the light, and her heart races even faster. "A..As.h..."
He smirks against her neck at her breathy whisper of his name. "Yes, wifey?" He whispers back, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. His other hand snakes down her belly, finding her clit and circling it slowly with his finger.
She gasps at the touch of his finger on her sensitive clit, her eyes widening in the mirror as she watches him tease her with his finger. "A-Ash!" she cries out, her back arching as she tries to press against his touch. "Please...!"
He removes his fingers, leaving her aching for more. "Patience, my eager little wife." With agonizing slowness, he finally presses the tip of his hard cock against her slick entrance, pausing there.
He looks at her reflection in the mirror, his eyes dark with possessiveness as he waits for her answer. "Whom do you belong to, Jaan?" he repeats, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me, who does this body, this heart, this everything belong to?"
"Y-you, Ash." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion and unfulfilled desire. "I belong to you."
A soft, possessive smile spreads across his face at her words. "Good girl," he praises, before finally thrusting his hips forward, sheathing himself completely inside her tight, wet heat in one slow, powerful motion.
"Ahhh..." her nails scrape against the mirror as she supports herself, her mouth falling open in a silent scream at the intense pleasure and slight burn. In the mirror, she watches as he fully enters her, feeling completely overwhelmed and claimed by him.
He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he begins to move, his powerful hips rolling into her slowly, filling her completely with each deep thrust. "You enjoyed teasing me, didn't you? Now look at the mirror and see who owns you."
"Ash..." Her body trembles, surrendering completely to his dominant lovemaking. In the mirror, she watches their intimate connection, feeling utterly possessed by him.
His hips snapping forward brutally, the waist chain on his wrist glinting in the light as he thrusts into her, "See how I claim you? See how beautifully you belong to me?" He roars, slamming into her again.
Her moans grow louder and more desperate as he claims her hard, the mirror fogging up from their heated breaths. She can only whimper and moan his name, "Ash..Aaah.. Ash..." her voice breaking as he fills her completely again and again.
With a final fierce thrust, he buries himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing as he erupts, filling her with his hot release. "Fuck, Angel!" he groans, his fingers digging into her hips as he holds her in place, shuddering through his climax.
Her body convulses with pleasure as she feels his hot seed filling her, her own orgasm ripping through her. She collapses forward against the mirror, her legs shaking uncontrollably, his arms wrapping around her to keep her upright. "A...Ash.."
"Not over yet, Wifey," he says huskily, lifting her up effortlessly and carrying her to the nearby table in their resort room. He gently lays her down on the cool surface, her bare back pressing against the polished wood. "We're just getting started."
Her cheeks flush red again, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. Her breaths come in short gasps as she watches him looming above her, clearly not done with her yet.
With a commanding smirk, he leans over her, his hands trailing teasingly up her inner thighs. "Open those beautiful legs wider for your husband, Wifey. Show me just how much you make me ruin you, how completely you are mine to devour."
Blushing furiously, she does as he commands, spreading her legs even wider, completely bare and vulnerable before him.
With a low, approving growl, he commands, "Good. Now take me." He grips the base of his still-hard length, guiding himself to her entrance.
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her again, groaning at how perfectly she stretches around him. His hand grips her thigh, pulling it higher up his waist as he begins to move slowly but deeply, determined to make this round last. "Watch closely, Jaan."
Her breath hitches sharply as he fills her completely once more, her inner walls fluttering around his thick length. Following his command, she locks eyes with him, watching every delicious movement as he slides in and out, her lips parting in silent moans. "Ash..Ash..."
The table creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts, but he ignores it, too consumed by his desire to claim her thoroughly. Each powerful drive of his hips sends pleasant shockwaves through her body, his cock hitting deep spots that make her inner muscles clench needily around him.
She cries out sharply as another orgasm crashes over her, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Ash!" His name echoes through the room as he swells inside her, growling loudly as he releases again, filling her womb with hot jets of semen.
Drained from their intense lovemaking session, Ashtram scoops Niranya up in his strong arms, carrying her to their luxurious bed. He lays her down gently, his body collapsing beside her as he breathes heavily. With a satisfied smirk, he pulls her naked body flush against his, holding her close.
As the night unfolded, he claimed her repeatedly, each encounter a unique blend of passion. Sometimes, his movements were slow and tender, each touch a caress of devotion; at other times, he was rough and urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
He took her in every way imaginable—behind, above, beside him—pushing her to the edge with each position until her body surrendered completely. By the end, Niranya was a breathless, boneless mess, her skin adorned with love bites and bruises, marking her as his, her whimpers filling the air as the intensity of their connection left her trembling.
As the last traces of their passion ebbed away, Ashtram pulled Niranya close to him, his fingers gently brushing through her disheveled hair. Her body lay limply against him, her chest rising and falling with soft, contented breaths. He ran his hand along her back, savoring the feeling of her skin against his, the warmth of their connection lingering like a quiet storm.
“Are you exhausted, Jaan?” Ashtram whispered, his voice husky but tender.
Niranya smiled faintly, her eyes half-closed. “Just a little..” she murmured, her hand gently tracing the lines of his chest.
He kissed her forehead softly, brushing her hair back. “Let me clean you up, my love.”
Carefully, he lifted her in his arms, cradling her against his chest as he walked toward the bathroom. The soft glow of the lights and the steam from the shower greeted them. Ashtram gently set her down, helping her step into the warm embrace of the water. He adjusted the temperature, the steam filling the room with a comforting warmth, and watched as she settled into the soothing heat of the bath, her body relaxing.
He sat behind her, his legs on either side of her, and began to run his fingers through the water, gently lathering the soap between his hands. As he cleaned her skin, his lips brushed the back of her neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Niranya leaned back against him, the sensation of his touch both calming and electrifying.
With a soft smile, she turned her head slightly, capturing his lips with hers in a gentle kiss. Her hands slipped to his chest as she straddled his lap, her body moving in a graceful motion that mirrored the intimacy of their love. Ashtram groaned against her lips, his arms tightening around her.
Ashtram pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he gazed at her with a teasing yet possessive glint in his eyes. "Don’t tempt me again, wifey," he warned in a low, husky voice, his hands gently gripping her waist. "You’re too sore right now."
Niranya smirked, her fingers lightly trailing down his chest, sending shivers through his body. "I’m not the one who started this," she teased, her voice breathless but playful. "You’re the one who can’t seem to get enough, Hubby ."
He chuckled darkly, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her forehead softly. "For now, I’ll let you rest, but don’t think for a second that I’m done loving you," he whispered, his lips grazing her skin. "When you’re ready, we’ll pick up right where we left off. And trust me, wifey, next time... it’ll be even better."
Niranya melted against him, her heart racing at his words, knowing that with Ashtram, there was always more to look forward to.
After they had both cleaned each other, Ashtram gently lifted Niranya into his arms, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. He wrapped a soft towel around her body, the warmth of his embrace comforting her as he carried her to the bed.
“Let’s get you comfortable, wifey,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding, as he placed her on the bed. He reached for his shirt, pulling it from the drawer, and helped her slip it over her head. The fabric, much too big for her, draped loosely over her, but she loved the feeling of wearing his shirt—of being wrapped in him, even when they weren’t close.
Ashtram, not wanting to waste a single moment, also pulled on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his upper body bare. He joined her on the bed, settling beside her with a soft sigh. The warmth of his body radiated as he lay next to her, pulling her close and enveloping her in his arms.
“You’re perfect just like this,” he whispered, his thumb gently stroking her cheek as he gazed at her with tenderness and love.
Niranya nestled into him, feeling completely at peace in his embrace. With his heartbeat against hers, she felt safe, cherished, and loved in a way that no one else could make her feel. “I love you, Hubby” she whispered back, her voice muffled by the weight of their emotions.
“I love you more, wifey,” Ashtram murmured, pulling her closer still, the two of them entwined in the quiet, intimate space of the bed, savoring the rare moment of peace and togetherness.
As the warmth of their shared moments lingered between them, Ashtram held her close, his hand softly tracing circles on her back. Niranya, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against her, relaxed completely, the exhaustion from the intensity of their love finally settling in. With one last kiss to her forehead, Ashtram whispered, “Sleep, my love.”
And with that, their breaths synchronized, their bodies entwined, as they finally drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s arms.
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