Aryaman’s house wasn’t exactly used to *guests*. It was quiet, controlled… just like him.

So when his cousin brother, **Kabir**, walked in with his easy grin and effortless charm, the entire atmosphere shifted.

Richa noticed it first.

Kabir was… warm. Talkative. The kind who laughed loudly, teased easily, and made himself comfortable within minutes.

And unfortunately—

He got comfortable with **her** too.

“Bhabhi, you really live with this robot?” Kabir chuckled one afternoon, leaning casually against the kitchen counter while Richa poured coffee.

Richa smiled, hiding a laugh. “You get used to him.”

From across the room, Aryaman’s eyes lifted.

Kabir didn’t notice. Richa did.

Days passed.

Kabir would sit too close, lean in while talking, casually pull Richa into conversations, dragging her attention away—

And Aryaman?

He watched.

Always watching.

His jaw tightening just slightly… fingers curling around his glass… eyes following every interaction.

But he said nothing.

Richa caught on quickly.

And instead of stepping back…

She decided to **play**.

One evening, she sat beside Kabir on the couch, laughing a little louder than usual at something he said.

“Oh really? Aryaman used to be *that* serious even as a kid?” she teased.

Kabir smirked. “You have no idea. He once—”

“Richa.”

His voice cut through.

Low. Controlled.

Dangerously calm.

Both of them looked up.

Aryaman stood there, arms crossed, gaze locked on her.

“Come here.”

Simple words.

But the tone?

Possessive.

Commanding.

Richa tilted her head slightly, pretending innocence. “I’m talking, Aryaman.”

Kabir raised an eyebrow, amused.

Aryaman’s expression didn’t change.

But his eyes darkened.

“Now.”

A pause.

A silent challenge.

Richa held his gaze for a second longer… then turned back to Kabir deliberately.

“Continue,” she said sweetly.

And that—

That was the moment something snapped behind Aryaman’s calm exterior.

### **Night**

The room was dimly lit.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

Richa had barely stepped inside when the door shut behind her with a firm click.

Before she could turn—

Aryaman’s hand caught her wrist.

Pulled her back.

Not harsh… but firm enough to make her breath hitch.

“What was that?” His voice was low, dangerously soft near her ear.

Richa tried to act casual. “What?”

He let out a short, humorless breath.

“Don’t.”

His grip tightened just slightly as he turned her to face him.

Eyes intense. Burning.

“You think I don’t see it?”

Her heartbeat picked up.

But she didn’t back down.

“See what?”

A step forward.

She instinctively stepped back… until her back met the wall.

Trapped.

Aryaman’s hand came up, resting beside her head—not touching, but blocking escape.

“You,” he said quietly, “laughing a little too much… leaning a little too close… letting him get a little too comfortable.”

His gaze dropped to her lips for a second… then back to her eyes.

“And enjoying it.”

Richa swallowed… but then a small, teasing smile appeared.

“So what if I am?”

That was it.

The last thread.

His jaw tightened.

And in the next second, he leaned in—close enough that his voice brushed against her skin.

“Then don’t forget,” he murmured, slow and deliberate,

“who you come back to at the end of the day.”

Her breath hitched.

His fingers lightly tilted her chin up—not rough… but leaving no space for her to look away.

"Play your little games,” he continued, eyes locked on hers,

“but don’t test how far I can stay calm, Richa.”

Silence stretched between them.

Then—

Softly, almost like a warning wrapped in something deeper—

“Because I don’t share.”

Her teasing faltered for a second… replaced by something else.

Something deeper.

Something that made her heart race faster than before.

And yet—

She whispered back, barely above a breath:

“Then don’t ignore me next time.”

That hit differently.

Aryaman’s expression shifted—just for a second.

Realization.

Before his forehead rested briefly against hers, his voice softer now… but still intense.

“You don’t need to try this hard to get my attention.”

A pause.

Then, quieter—

“You already have all of it.”

CH 29 - CAFE

Chapter: The Smile That Wasn’t His

The café was warm, filled with soft chatter and the clinking of cups.

Aryaman had not planned to stop there.

It was just another meeting nearby. Just another busy evening.

Until his eyes landed on her.

Richa.

Sitting by the window.

Laughing.

Not a polite smile. Not a small reaction.

A full laugh. Head slightly tilted back, eyes shining.

And across from her sat Kabir.

Leaning forward. Comfortable. Too comfortable.

Aryaman’s steps slowed.

For a moment, he simply stood there near the entrance, watching.

Kabir said something again.

Richa lightly hit his arm.

Both of them laughed.

Something twisted sharply inside Aryaman’s chest.

He had seen her laugh like that before.

But not like this.

Not so freely. Not with someone else.

His jaw clenched.

Without thinking further, he walked toward their table.

Each step heavier than the last.

Richa noticed him first.

Her smile froze.

Kabir turned next, surprised but still casual. “Oh, Aryaman. What a coincidence.”

Aryaman did not smile.

“Is it?” he asked, voice calm but cold.

Silence settled between them.

Richa straightened in her seat. “You are here for a meeting?”

“Yes.”

His eyes moved to Kabir. “Seems like you are here for something else.”

Kabir leaned back slightly, unfazed. “Just coffee. I met her on the way, so we decided to sit.”

Richa quickly added, “It was not planned.”

Aryaman pulled a chair and sat down without asking.

“I can see that,” he said.

The waiter came, asking if he wanted anything.

“Black coffee,” Aryaman replied, not taking his eyes off them.

An uncomfortable pause followed.

Kabir cleared his throat. “We were just talking about college days. Richa has some interesting stories.”

Aryaman looked at her. “Really?”

Richa forced a small smile. “It was nothing serious.”

“Did not look like nothing,” he said quietly.

Kabir glanced between them, sensing the shift. “Relax, man. It is just a conversation.”

Aryaman’s gaze hardened. “I am very relaxed.”

The tone said otherwise.

Richa exhaled slowly. “Aryaman, do not make this awkward.”

“Oh, I am making it awkward?” he asked, leaning slightly forward. “Not the fact that I walk into a café and find my wife laughing like this with someone else?”

Kabir’s expression changed now. “Someone else? I am your cousin.”

“And that gives you the right to cross boundaries?” Aryaman replied.

Richa’s patience snapped. “Enough.”

Both men looked at her.

She stood up. “This is going nowhere.”

Kabir also stood, raising his hands slightly. “I think I should leave.”

“No,” Aryaman said sharply. “Sit.”

Kabir hesitated.

Richa shook her head. “No, Kabir. You go.”

There was something in her voice that made him listen this time.

He looked at Aryaman once, then at Richa. “We will talk later.”

He left.

The table felt heavier after he was gone.

Richa sat back down slowly.

Aryaman’s coffee arrived, but he did not touch it.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

Then Richa looked at him directly. “What was that?”

“What did it look like?” he replied.

“It looked like you do not trust me.”

“It looked like you were enjoying his company a little too much.”

Her brows furrowed. “You are serious right now?”

“Yes.”

She leaned forward slightly. “So I cannot sit in a café and laugh?”

“You can.”

“Then what is your problem?”

“My problem,” he said, voice lower now, “is the way he looks at you.”

Richa blinked. “You are imagining things.”

“I am not.”

“He is just talking.”

“He is not just talking.”

“And you know this how?” she challenged.

“Because I know men.”

She let out a frustrated breath. “You are being possessive.”

“And you are being careless.”

That hit harder than expected.

Her expression softened for a moment, then tightened again. “I told you it was not planned.”

“You still stayed.”

“Yes, I stayed,” she said firmly. “Because there was nothing wrong.”

“For you maybe.”

“For both of us,” she corrected.

Aryaman leaned back, eyes still locked on her. “Then why did your smile disappear when you saw me?”

She went silent.

That was the question she had no easy answer for.

After a moment, she looked away. “Because I knew you would react like this.”

“So you knew.”

“Yes,” she said quietly. “And I still did not think it was wrong.”

His fingers tightened around the cup, though he had not lifted it yet.

“Do you enjoy making me feel like this?” he asked.

Her eyes snapped back to him. “Like what?”

“Like I am standing outside something that belongs to me.”

The words were softer now.

Not angry.

Just raw.

Richa’s expression changed.

“Aryaman,” she said, her voice gentler, “you are not outside anything.”

He did not respond.

She continued, “You walked in and saw one moment. Not the whole story.”

“Then tell me the whole story.”

She sighed. “I met him outside. He insisted on coffee. I thought it would be rude to refuse. That is it.”

“And the laughing?”

“He is funny,” she said simply.

That did not help.

Aryaman looked at her for a long second.

Then he finally picked up his coffee, took a slow sip, and placed it back down.

“I do not like it,” he said.

She tilted her head slightly. “What exactly?”

“The way he looks at you.”

“The way you smile at him.”

“And the way I feel when I see it.”

There was no anger left in his voice now.

Just honesty.

Richa softened completely this time.

She reached across the table and placed her hand over his.

“You are overthinking.”

“Maybe.”

“But you are also jealous,” she said quietly.

He did not deny it.

She smiled faintly. “Then say that.”

His thumb moved slightly under her hand.

“I am jealous,” he admitted.

Her smile grew a little.

“Good,” she whispered.

He frowned slightly. “Good?”

“Yes,” she said, leaning closer. “Because at least now you are honest instead of creating a scene in public.”

A faint hint of a smile appeared on his lips despite himself.

“Do not test me again,” he murmured.

She squeezed his hand lightly. “Then trust me.”

CH 30 FIGHT

The ride back home was silent.

Not the comfortable kind.

The suffocating kind.

Richa sat by the window, her gaze fixed outside, though she wasn’t seeing anything. Aryaman drove without looking at her once, his grip tight on the steering wheel.

Everything that needed to be said had not been said.

And everything that should not have been said… was waiting.

—

The moment they stepped inside the house, the door shut a little harder than usual.

Richa turned to him. “You embarrassed me.”

Aryaman let out a dry laugh. “I embarrassed you?”

“Yes,” she snapped. “In a public place. For no reason.”

“No reason?” he repeated, turning to face her fully now. “You call that no reason?”

“Yes. Because it was nothing.”

“It was not nothing,” he said, his voice rising slightly.

“It was just coffee.”

“With him.”

She threw her hands up. “He is your cousin.”

“And that makes everything fine?” Aryaman shot back.

“It should,” she said sharply. “Unless you have serious trust issues.”

That hit.

His expression hardened instantly. “Do not twist this.”

“I am not twisting anything,” she replied, stepping closer. “You walked in there and acted like I did something wrong.”

“Because you did.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“You should have left.”

“Why?”

“Because you are my wife.”

“And that means I cannot sit with someone else?”

“It means you should know your limits.”

The word limits landed like a slap.

Richa’s face changed completely.

“My limits?” she repeated slowly. “You are going to define my limits now?”

“I am trying to define respect,” he said.

“I was being respectful,” she argued. “You were the one creating a scene.”

“A scene?” he scoffed. “You think I enjoyed that?”

“I think you wanted to show him something,” she said, her voice sharp with accusation.

His eyes narrowed. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“That I belong to you.”

Silence.

For a second, neither of them moved.

Then Aryaman stepped forward, his voice dropping. “Do you not?”

Her breath caught, but she didn’t step back.

“I am not an object, Aryaman.”

“I never said you were.”

“But you act like it,” she fired back. “The way you spoke. The way you looked at me. Like I crossed some line that only exists in your head.”

His jaw clenched. “Do not make this about me.”

“It is about you,” she insisted. “Your ego. Your control. Your jealousy.”

“Because you gave me a reason,” he snapped.

That was it.

Richa stared at him, disbelief flashing across her face. “So now it is my fault?”

“I did not say that.”

“You just did.”

“I said you gave me a reason to feel that way,” he corrected, frustration evident now.

“And I am telling you there was no reason,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “You chose to feel that.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. “You were sitting there laughing, touching his arm—”

“Oh my God,” she cut him off. “It was a casual gesture.”

“It did not look casual to me.”

“Then that is your problem.”

The words slipped out.

And the moment they did, she knew it would hurt.

Aryaman went still.

Completely still.

“Say that again,” he said quietly.

Richa hesitated, but her anger pushed her forward. “I said, that is your problem.”

A long pause followed.

Dangerous.

Heavy.

Then he let out a slow breath, nodding slightly as if something inside him had settled.

“Fine,” he said.

She frowned. “Fine?”

“Yes,” he replied, his voice now cold. “If it is my problem, then I will deal with it my way.”

“And what does that mean?” she asked.

“It means,” he said, stepping back, creating distance between them, “I will stop expecting anything from you.”

Her heart dropped.

“That is not what I meant.”

“That is exactly what you meant,” he replied. “You made it clear.”

“I did not,” she insisted, softer now. “You are just—”

“Do not,” he interrupted. “Do not try to fix it now.”

Silence filled the room again.

But this time, it was heavier.

Richa’s eyes softened, regret creeping in. “Aryaman…”

He looked away.

That hurt more than anything.

“I was angry,” she continued. “I did not mean it like that.”

“But you said it,” he replied without looking at her.

“And you said I crossed a line,” she shot back, her voice breaking slightly. “That hurt too.”

He finally looked at her again.

And for the first time since the café, there was no anger in his eyes.

Just something tired.

“I do not like sharing you,” he admitted quietly.

The honesty caught her off guard.

“You are not sharing me,” she said, softer now.

“It feels like it.”

She took a step closer. “Then trust me.”

“I do,” he said.

“Then act like it.”

“I am trying,” he replied, frustration slipping back in. “But you are not making it easy.”

“And you are?” she countered.

Another pause.

Neither of them had an answer.

—

The fight did not end with shouting.

It ended with silence.

The worst kind.

Richa turned away first, walking toward the bedroom without another word.

Aryaman stayed where he was for a few seconds, staring at nothing.

Then he moved in the opposite direction.

That night, they slept on the same bed.

But it felt like miles apart.

No goodnight.

No touch.

Just two people lying awake, staring into darkness.

Thinking about the same thing.

Feeling the same hurt.

And too stubborn to say it out loud.

CH 31 PUNISH (18+)

The room was dark ,Quiet.But sleep refused to come.

Richa lay on her side, back facing him, eyes wide open. Every few seconds, she shifted slightly, trying to find comfort that just wasn’t there.

Behind her, Aryaman was no different.Eyes open. Staring at the ceiling.Aware of every small movement she made.Aware of the distance between them.

It felt wrong,Unnatural.Hours passed like that.

Neither speaking.

Both awake.

Both stubborn.

Until finally…Richa exhaled softly, almost shakily.

And turned.

Slowly.Carefully.

Her fingers hesitated for a second in the air before gently reaching out… brushing against his arm.A small touch.

Barely there,But enough.

Aryaman’s breath changed instantly.He did not move away.

That was all the permission she needed.Her fingers tightened slightly around his sleeve. “Aryaman…” she whispered, her voice fragile in the silence.

No response.

But he wasn’t ignoring her.

She knew that.

“I can’t sleep,” she murmured.

A pause.

Then finally, his voice came, low and rough. “Neither can I.”

The honesty broke something in her.She shifted closer, closing the distance she had created hours ago.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” she whispered.

He turned his head slightly toward her, his face still shadowed in the dark.

“You always say that after,” he replied quietly.

That stung,But she didn’t pull away.Instead, she moved closer, her hand sliding up to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I was angry,” she said softly. “And you were hurting me.”

His jaw tightened slightly.

“And you think you didn’t hurt me?” he asked.

Her fingers curled against his shirt.

“I know I did.”Silence again.

Her voice dropped even softer. “That’s why I am here.”

Something shifted in his eyes.

In the next second, everything changed.His hand moved suddenly, gripping her wrist and pulling her toward him.

Richa let out a small gasp as she was pulled closer, her body pressing against his.

And before she could say anything—

He was over her.

Hovering.

One hand braced beside her, the other still holding her wrist against the bed.His face inches from hers.

Eyes dark.

Unreadable.

“You come close,” he said, voice low and edged, “like nothing happened.”

Her breath hitched.

“I am trying to fix it,” she whispered.

“By touching me?” he asked.There was something dangerous in the way he said it.

Her heart raced, but she didn’t look away. “By being close to you.”

His gaze dropped to her lips.

Then back to her eyes.

“And what if I am still angry?” he murmured.

Her voice softened. “Then don’t be gentle.”

That was it.The last thread of restraint snapped.His grip on her wrist loosened, but only to slide his hand up, fingers brushing along her arm, slow and deliberate.

“You don’t get to walk away from me,” he said, his voice quieter now but heavier. “Not like that.”

“I’m not,” she breathed.

“Then stop pushing me away.”

Her fingers found his shirt, clutching it lightly. “Then stop shutting me out.”

His hand grabbed her jaw dangerously as he poured all kisses on her.

"You said, don't be gentle..right?" He asked separating himself from her.

She took a pause before nodding.

"Good,then you should wait for a moment" He stood while smirking.

And went out of room shutting the door behind.

While she satup thinking what he is up to? She thought for a moment when she found him leaning on door frame, smirking with a bowl in his hand containing ice.

"Wh...what..are you going to do?" She asked stuttering as his legs stepped towards her.

He placed the bowl on side table..

"Be a good girl..ok" He said placing a kiss on her forehead.

He took her duppata lying on couch, pinning her hands up,he tied it from hoverboard.She exhaled loudly.

He removed his clothes one by one until he stood all naked in front of her with his hard shaft.

He came half over her, pulling her plazo along with her cotton soaked panty, throwing it away somewhere in dim lightning ,he raise his brow when she herself widen her thighs, revealing herself completely to me.He reached for her,his finger trailing on her damp thighs noticing her shivering under his touch.

Running his hands on her soft feminine legs reaching at her ankle,he widen it a little more till she can spread.

She watched him without hesitation,boldness clearly visible on her face .He rains kisses all over thighs, her glistening core calling him.he licked on her clit, nibbled between her folds.She lifted her hips overcoming the orgasms she is feeling.

He leaned in side taking the bowl from side,he took a ice cube between her finger, placing her on her clit as she jumped a little with a exhale.Her legs trembling along with her throbbing core. As the ice melts dropping all over her vagina,and she wriggled her tied hands.

"Aryaman ...this is wrong..untie me" She said in heavy breath.

"You really think,I will leave you so easily after you played this stupid game" He said kissing just below the ice placed, pulling her soft skin a little.Her legs throbbed and she put her legs on my back.I placed a kiss on her thighs.

He rise himself up, spatting on his cock,as he touched her core with it.And flared his cock top around her clit, she leaned her head back trying to muffle in pillow.All that heat enveloped his dick. As the ice melted,My hands reached at her top,now tearing his top with a strong pull,along with her bra,she widened her eyes. Biting on pointed bosoms.

He reached for another ice cube,and put it above her navel as it started melting down along her waist side.

While his cock entered in one go,being inside her feels heaven to him.His eyes looking at her shut eyes and wiggling hands.

He fucked her steadily,as the room filled with her juicy sounds of her core.She wraps her legs around my hips pulling me more closer to her.He dropped her head in between her cleavage.

Their bodies stick together thanks to sweat.He pulled out from her.. He risen himself opening her tied hands,as she looked at her hands and glared him .

He flipped her on her chest,her hair sticking to her back,her curves enchanting the whole body.

"Get on your fours"He announced with his dusky tone,she does without any question, rising her middle body and supporting herself from hands and knees.

He slide into her from behind , filling her and earning her cry.she goes still adjusting herself according to him,her hips shifting sending him a little more deeper.

He started moving. In and out as she moaned loudly,he increased his pace, groaning at every thrust, pumping in and out faster until their bosy goes still.

"Fuck Richa" The name slipped from his mouth as he slammed last time on her.Her inner walls clench against him,she falls on bed and him beside her.

" It was amazing" he breathed out.

"Yepss" She too exhaled..