35~Punishment time

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○Author's POV○

As they walked back into the grand hall, hand in hand, it was like nothing had happened. Their expressions calm, composed-yet only they knew the fire that still burned between them under the surface.

Everyone had gathered on the long, beautifully decorated dining table after the engagement chaos finally settled. The guests had left, and only close family remained. The mood was light again, thanks to Saarah's Dadi and Kritika's dadi cracking jokes and the younger ones pulling each other's legs.

Aditya sat beside Kritika, still unusually quiet, stealing glances at her every now and then.

Kritika, on the other hand, was pretending as if nothing had happened earlier. She was laughing along with everyone, helping Dadi with the salad and passing dishes across the table.

Zain was also present there, he was her parents guest. They invited his family as their fathers are good friend but Zain and Saarah didn't know this.

Zain's eyes was on Saarah only. She felt his gaze on her but she chose to ignore him. Zain was getting jealous of Rehan and here Aditya was getting jealous of Varun who was now serving Raita to Kritika.

But here someone was busy admiring Varun, whenever their eyes met she blush harder.

"You never told us about Varun, Kritika bete?" Kritika's father asked her.

"Actually papa, when I left london we lost contact to each other and now after years, I'm seeing him." Kritika replied and glared at Varun who mouthed 'Sorry' to her.

"And you know what papa, we all were in same college, I mean Me, Aditya, Varun, Saarah and.... Zain." Kritika told them new piece of information and everyone looked at her shocked.

No one knew this that they were in same college except Vikrant.

"Acha to wahan se hui bhaiya and bhabhi ke pyar ki shuruaat." Shivansh teased them making Kritika blush.

"Bhabhi tell us more about your college time, how did you meet Bhaiya?"Garvit asked her while all looked at her with curiosity.

"We met in parking lot of mall, he parked his car in wrong direction and then we end up fighting...No, I was yelling at him and he was just looking at me, lost." Kritika smirked looking at Aditya and remembered how his eyes never left her face and he was gawking at her.

"Pehli najar mai kaisa jaadu kr diya." Shivansh teased Aditya.

"Ofcourse how could he focus on something else when goddess like Kriti was standing infront of him, every men in the college used to admire her beauty and mostly her kind nature, right Aditya?" Varun asked Aditya who smiled ofcourse fake one.

Everyone continued eating, but Aditya was getting furious seeing Kritika laughing on Varun's useless jokes.

It was irritating him that how she was completely ignoring his existence and was busy in talking to Varun and whenever he called her 'Kriti' it added fuel to his anger but Kritika was unknown to the Strom coming in her way.

After having dinner, they all were about to leave when Varun called Kritika.

"Be careful Kriti!" Varun said with mischievous tone.

"From what?" She asked confusingly.

"From your husband, I can feel he's one step ahead from killing me," He said and pointed towards Aditya who was talking on phone with clenched jaw.

"I don't understand, why doesn't he like you?" Kritika asked.

"He is just jealous of me, he's possesive for you but I'm happy that now you both are together and you got your love of life. I know he will keep you happy." Kritika smiled and they hugged each other before leaving but this act of then didn't go unnotice by Aditya.

He saw her-laughing, smiling with Varun.

They all walked outside and sat inside their car.

As the car drove through the quiet streets, the tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating. Kritika sat with her hands neatly folded in her lap, her eyes glued to the window, though her mind was nowhere near the passing scenery. She could feel Aditya's eyes on her-burning, unreadable, restrained.

She dared a glance towards him. His jaw was clenched, and his fingers tapped restlessly against his thigh. He hadn't said a word since they left the venue.

"Adi-"she began softly, hoping to ease the silence but stopped the next second when she saw his red eyes.

After that she didn't try to speak. Soon they reached their palace.

Aditya got out of the car and opened her side of door for her. He started walking inside and while she was following him.

He opened the door of their chamber and entered inside their bedroom, as soon as Kritika entered inside. He closed the door and pinned her to the nearest wall. A gasp left from her mouth at the sudden action.

He didn't wait for her to say anything. His lips met to hers-hungry, bruising, unforgiving. His jealousy hadn't simmered, it had only shifted into something else... something possessive.

His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them firmly. In one swift motion, he lifted her, and instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Adi..."she gasped against his lips, hands clinging to his shoulders for support.

"You pushed me today, Rani-sa," he growled softly against her neck, biting and kissing down her jawline. "Dancing with him, smiling at him. Do you even know what that did to me?"

"I just wanted to tease you..." she whispered breathlessly, shivering as he sucked on the skin just above her collarbone, surely leaving a mark.

"Well, congratulations," he muttered darkly, carrying her to the bed and tossing her onto it gently but with purpose. "Now you'll see what happens when you tempt a possessive man."

Kritika lay there, breathless, the red bodycon dress clinging to her curves, her eyes locked on her husband-dark, intense, dangerous, and yet the only man she could never resist.

He hovered above her, undoing the top buttons of his shirt, jaw clenched and muscles taut. His eyes roamed over her body, tracing every curve with reverence and fire.

"You belong to me, Kritika. Your smile. Your touch. Your body." He leaned closer, voice dipping into a rough whisper, "And no one, no one, gets to enjoy them but me."

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her lips parted in anticipation, and her fingers trembled as she reached up to cup his face.

"Then show me, Aditya," she whispered. "Remind me."

He crashed his mouth onto hers again, not with fury now, but with something deeper-an aching need to claim her, love her, and remind her of everything they were.

His hand slid under her dress and stopped on the Strip of her panty as he slid his hand under her panty touching her burning sex with the passionate kiss they shared.

"So wet for me Rani-sa?" His lips curved into smirk as he looked directly in her eyes.

He started rubbing her clit with his thumb making her moan uncontrollably,

"He had you smiling, now I'll have you begging" As soon as he told her, his one finger slide inside her burning sex and without waiting he started moving his finger in and out.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Fuckk!" She moaned making him grow harder by passing each second.

"He got your attention, I'll take your breath." Without warning, he thrusted his another finger inside her making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Aadiii...Ahhhhh!" Hearing his name coming out from her lips made him smile.

"He gets the charm, I bring the chaos you crave." He bit on her neck leaving and then licked it to soothe the pain.

"He can make you laugh, sure but can he make you forget your own name."

He unzipped her dress and in no seconds the dress was laying on the floor.

His one hand squeezed her breast roughly, "He held your hand, I'll have your legs shaking." He started sucking her nipples making her roll her eyes in pleasure.

His fingers were still moving inside her, soon enough she felt a knot tightening in her stomach.

"A-adi, I'm-" He didn't let her complete.

"You aren't allowed to come today Rani-sa." Saying this he pulled his fingers out leaving her feel empty.

She groaned as he denied her orgasm. She glared at him making him smirk wider.

"It's your punishment baby," He whispered near her ears.

She pushed him away and stood up,

"Fuck you Aditya." She stomped her feet and walked inside the bathroom. He chuckled at her behaviour.

After some time, she came outside the bathroom having shower. She has now changed in her night dress, she lay down on her side of bed ignoring his existence.

He tried to touch her but she jerked off his hands from her body making him groan in irritation.

He again tried but she turned towards him and glared dangerously making him gulp,

"You aren't allowed to touch me now." She paused and lean closer to him "and this is your punishment Rana-sa." She whispered in his ear and pulled away covering herself with duvet. She heard him murmuring something but she ignored.

Aditya lay there, staring at the ceiling with clenched jaws.

He turned to look at her back, the way her shoulders rose and fell with each breath under the duvet. He reached out again-slow, hesitant-but she subtly shifted away, not even offering a word.

"You're really doing this?" he asked, his voice low, laced with disbelief.

No response.

"Rani-sa..." he called again, but she didn't even twitch.

His hand curled into a fist, dragging down the duvet just a bit to look at her face-but her eyes were closed, lips pressed tight as though she was forcing herself not to react. That was enough of a sign-she was awake. And determined.

Aditya sighed dramatically and turned to his side of the bed. "Okay, punishment accepted," he muttered. "But don't blame me when I start sleep-talking sweet things to you."

Silence.

He glanced at her again. "Still nothing? Not even a smile?"

She stayed quiet, turning her back to him.

Aditya groaned and buried his face in the pillow. "Great. Silent treatment from the love of my life. What am I? A pillow to be ignored?"

She smirked quietly to herself but didn't let him see it. He was suffering-and that's what she wanted. He deserved it after the way he acted tonight.

"Good night, Rani-sa," he whispered finally, his voice softer now. "But just remember... I always win."

The next morning, Kritika woke up to the scent of fresh flowers and the soft melody of her favorite instrumental playlist playing in the background.

Her brows furrowed as she opened her eyes to find the entire room adorned with soft pink rose petals scattered across the floor, and on the table, a tray with breakfast and a handwritten note.

"Good morning, Rani-sa.

This stubborn husband of yours might've messed up,

ButForgive me?

- Your Adi"

She rolled her eyes, trying to keep her lips from curling into a smile. "Nice try, Rana-sa"

As she sat up and grabbed the cup of coffee after brushing her teeths, Aditya walked in quietly, fully dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled, holding daisies in his hand.

He leaned against the doorframe, eyes on her. "Still mad?"

Kritika didn't answer. She calmly sipped her coffee.

"I see... giving me the silent death again," he muttered.

He walked over slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently placed daisies on her lap.

He sighed and got down on one knee beside her, resting his chin on the edge of the bed.

"I can't stand this distance between us, Kritika. I'm sorry for last night. I lost control, I got jealous... but can't a man be a little unhinged when he sees his entire world dancing with someone else even if it's her college friend?"

She slowly turned to him, her eyes hard. "And what about the woman practically throwing herself on you? You smiled at her, Aditya."

He raised his hands in surrender. "That was business smiling, I swear. My soul was in flames. I wanted to strangle her with her overpriced scarf."

Kritika tried-really tried-not to laugh. But his dramatic expression was too much.

He saw the corner of her mouth twitch and lit up. "Was that a smile? A teeny, tiny one?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Still not forgiven."

He sneezed once-twice-thrice-

And suddenly Kritika remembered he is allergic to pollen,

"Why did you even buy it when you're allgeric to it, huhh?" She glared at him.

"𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘀𝗻𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁." Her heart swallowed but she didn't show it.

She walked inside the closet and bring medicine which he always keep in his drawer.

She gave him the medicine with water, as he gulped the medicine.

"Apna to khayal rakha nhi jata hai or bade aaye mujhe bolne wale." She scolded him like a five-year old child.

"𝗔𝗮𝗽𝗸𝗮 𝗸𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶 𝗸𝗵𝘂𝗱 𝗸𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗵𝘂𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻" He replied with a cute pout.

"Still not forgiven."

Aditya sighed and stood up. "Okay, fine. Then let the wooing officially begin."

He walked out with a mock-salute, calling back, "You'll forgive me before night. I bet my life on it."

Kritika stared at the tulip still in her lap and smiled to herself.

"Let's see how far you're willing to go, Mr. Husband." She whispered to herself.

Kritika walked into her closet to pick her outfit, only to find it filled with brand new designer dresses-each tagged with little notes:

"For when you want to look like the queen you are."

"Wear this when you're ready to forgive your dumb husband."

"This one's red, your anger color. Also, my weakness."

She rolled her eyes, amused. "Drama king."

As she was about to pick her usual kurta, her phone pinged.

Adi: I suggest the white one with silver shimmer. It matches the spark you always carry around.

She looked around, confused.

Adi: Told the house staff to snitch on you. Loyalty comes with good salary, sweetheart.

She let out a tiny laugh.

Kritika finally came downstairs, in her usual simple attire just to spite him, and found the dining area empty... except for Aditya standing in an apron-yes, an apron-trying to cook.

"What... in God's name... are you doing?" she asked, arms crossed.

He turned with flour on his cheek.

"Winning you back, obviously. I YouTubed how to make your favorite paneer paratha. Wanna try the first burnt one?"

She sat on the dining chair, unimpressed. "Try not to burn the house down."

As he served the slightly lopsided paratha, he sat beside her and rested his head on the table like a guilty puppy.

"Talk to me, Rani-sa. Yell, scream, throw a shoe. But please don't ignore me. This silent treatment is like a thousand knives."

Kritika took a bite of the paratha.

He eagerly waited for her reaction.

"...It's not bad," she said flatly.

He gasped. "Is that... a compliment?"

"I said not bad. Don't push it."

"Progress!" he exclaimed dramatically, standing up and pointing a spatula to the sky. "Day one of operation Winning Back My Queen is a success!"

Kritika shook her head, hiding her smile behind the glass of water.

Little did he know, she had already forgiven him...

But what's the fun in letting him know so soon?

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐭!

~𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫?

~𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞?

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.