The beauty of light owes its existence to the darkness

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His lips denied leaving hers as the kiss became more aggressive. She felt out of breath as his hand traveled to her chest. She felt it uncomfortable. 

She tried to push him away but there was no reaction from his side. She felt irritated with the sudden intrusion of her space before pushing him away with her full strength and finally got away from his grip breathing heavily. 

She sat on the bed pushing her hair back glaring daggers at him.

"Can't you keep your hands to yourself", she scolded tiredly.

"I can't really do anything. You are too irresistible", he told her shamelessly as she stared at the floor. She sighed before standing up and walking out of the room with him following behind.

"When are we going back?", she asked him. She had enough of their honeymoon and wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

"How rude wife? Are you not enjoying yourself with me?", he asked pulling her in his arms. She glared at him when he would hold her without even asking her.

"I am enjoying it very much. I loved the feeling of being chained to the bed. I loved the feeling of being forced by my own husband", she said sarcastically. She started speaking with aggression and in the end, she had tears in her eyes. 

"Once, If you would have asked me properly about being physical I wouldn't have denied you. You don't have to force me in these things. I am not a prostitute. I am your wife. I demand some respect from you. Am I asking for too much?", she asked. Her eyes being the mirror to her pain.

He breathed deeply before caressing her cheeks as she stared at him expecting a proper apology or maybe a better answer to what he was doing to her.

"Why are you this innocent?", he asked as she frowned before pushing him away.

"I am not innocent. I don't want to be innocent. You heard me", she said in a higher pitch walking downstairs as he walked behind her.

"What do you want me to do?", he asked as she turned to him. 

"Can we please leave? Please", she asked looking into his eyes.

"No", he answered straight away making her grit before looking away.

She walked near him staring deep into his eyes.

"If I didn't tell you this today, I won't be able to forgive myself", she spoke slowly as he raised his eyebrows at her words.

"You are the craziest man I have ever seen", she told him as he smiled at her words.

"I don't look that great when I act apprehensive, wife", he told her. 

"Mr. Ahlawat, This is not a joke. Is my life a fucking joke to you?", she asked him the last part in a higher pitch done with his bullshits.

"You know what you made me feel. You know how I feel when you act like an obsessed person. When you act like a crazy man. You know how I feel when every single time you try to force yourself on me. And don't you fucking claim this as your right. You may be my husband but this never gives you a right to touch me anytime you want", she told him. She had angry tears in her eyes as she continued telling him everything calmly.

"This all will get sought out if you start gaining feelings for me", he told her as she frowned.

"I think I heard something wrong from you. You mean me falling in love with you?", she asked pointing at herself than him as he continued standing silently in front of her observing her actions keenly.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe?", he asked her straight away which made her smile sarcastically.

"You remember the first time we met. I told you I never expect love in a marriage and when I say so that means I don't do love as well so come out of your dreamland and face the reality I am never gonna love you", she told him before frowning.

"You think I would fall in love with you after what you did? You aren't ever regretting your actions. Mr. Ahlawat if you would have acted like a good husband I would have thought about having feelings for you but now... Now I only feel one thing towards you that is hatred. You heard me... The man I hate the most in the world is you. I hate you", she shouted the last part. His jaw tightened at her words but he didn't give her any reaction.

He walked to the coffee table before picking up his phone.

"I heard my wife loves to do social work. She can't see people in pain. What if she becomes the reason for somebody's misery?", he asked sitting on the sofa with one leg on the other.

"What do you mean?", she asked confused with his words.

"Your little lover", he spoke as her face lost its color.

"I know you don't feel anything for him and from the information, I got from my people. You have both known each other since you, my wife was 6. Pretty long time ha? How will you feel when you will see your friend tied on a chair in an old basement pleading me to kill him because he can't take more pain", he asked as she grit.

"You won't dare do that", she told him slowly as he smiled. The smile clearly stated that he won this argument.

"That's why I feel good-hearted people are pathetic", he said with mockery.

"You are a sadist", she uttered the words which he was expecting from long.

"I... know", he whispered every single word looking straight into her eyes.

"You see there wife in the starting I thought we would have that boring husband-wife relationship in which I would work and you would take care of my home. At night, we would make love or what you quote it as sex or physical pleasure. I would give you every single thing you want and you would stay silent playing a mere role in my life entertaining me in bed. I won't hear your voice outside of bed but the way we are here you can see how different the situation is. But it's not like I am disappointed. I am not. I am excited to see how my tigress roars", he told her as she stared at him in disbelief.

"I hear your voice more outside of bed which I am loving these days. It's great to have a company. Earlier I won't have cared if you left after giving birth to my kids but now...", he stated as she stopped breathing anticipating his reply.

He stood up from his place walking to her slowly as she continued standing in her place trying to guess his next move. It was like she was his prey and he was enjoying playing around with her before hunting her in real. The smirk on his face made things scarier.

He wrapped his right arm around her waist pulling her closer to him.

"Now... I will make sure you stay with me throughout our life no matter if I have to chain You for that. I should be the reason behind your smile, your tears, your laughter, your every single emotion", he stated as she stared at him in fear.

There was craziness evident in his eyes as she struggled in his arms.

"Mumma", she shouted as he pulled her closer to him.

"Maya, just once, just once give us a chance I assure you the world would be in your feet. Not a single person would have the courage to speak in front of you. You would rule my world with me. People would respect you as they respect me", he told her looking deeply in her eyes as she struggled in his arms.

"They don't respect you, they are scared of you", she told him as he smiled rubbing his nose down her neck. She continued her struggles as he bit her neck.

"If they are scared, they would respect you. This is the rule of the world. The powerful people are respected while the weak are mistreated", he told her as she cried feeling the torture he was doing to her.

"I don't want this life. Please let me go", she said. The walls of boldness around her started falling as her childhood memories started clouding her. The moment when her father slapped her for the first time was when she was 6 because she was crying missing her mother who was out for some work. 

She was feeling like she was being weak in front of him which was reality. She worked her mind out to get an idea to get out of this situation.

"What do you want from me?", she asked as he finally pulled away from her.

"Be the wife I wanted you to be. I am not asking you to stay silent or anything. Speak...Speak as much you want but not in front of everybody. Never interrupt me. Never say no to my decision and never deny to my touch", he told still being close to her. She gulped hearing his demands.

They were not mere demands, he was asking for complete control over her.

She stared at him in complete helplessness as he stared back at her with passion.

She closed her eyes taking a decision she was probably going to regret later on in her life but she had enough of his tortures.

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"Another contract went to the Ahlawats", the lean-looking fair man spoke hitting his fists on the table angrily. He was wearing black clothes contrasting her skin tone.

"And this is after he is not even working every day", an old man beside him spoke calmly tracing his fingers on the wooden table.

"Dad, we need to do something. We need to get his weakness. If this continued we would get bankrupt", the young man said looking at his father expecting a good reply.

"He is having no weaknesses", his father stated staring at his tab with his whole focus.

"What about his family?", The young lad spoke wanting a single weakness.

"They are trained enough to fall in our plan", his father spoke swiping the family picture of Ahlawats.

"What about his new wife? I heard she is pretty innocent and beautiful", he asked his father. He saw her picture in the newspaper. He felt lust for her since that time.

"She is not his weakness. He doesn't really care about her", his father spoke stopping at her picture zooming in a little.

"That is his problem. I want her. And his ego would break the moment he would see his wife in my arms", his son spoke stubbornly.

"He knows very well how people like you can attack his wife. That is the reason why she is always covered with hundreds of guards. She is his queen. He won't let anybody even lay a finger on her and on the basis of the reports Kimaya Randhir Ahlawat is pretty savage herself. She was known for her anger all over her school and college. She is not one to jump in your arms. I highly doubt she would even bend in front of her husband as well", his father answered putting his tab down.

"What can we do then?", his son asked looking out of the window.

"I have an idea but you won't really like it", his father stated which made his son turn to him immediately.

"Send Deepali to his office", his father said which made a big smile form on his son's face.

"Of course, who could forget their first love", his son said slapping his hand on the table with happiness.

"We can only try", his father stated not knowing what else to do.

"Come on father, she is hot as hell far better than his well cultured and shy wife", his son spoke with an evil smile forming on his lips.

"You were lusting on that well-cultured woman moments before", his father stated as his son smirked at him happily.

"Who would choose a simple dish in front of international cuisine. I am not stupid to make such a choice neither do I think Randhir is. Once Randhir is out of the picture, Ahlawats would fall immediately", he told his father who nodded agreeing to the plan.

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Happy Navmi to everybody

So? What do you guys think? We are up for a lot of drama.

What will Kimaya decide?