Chapter 2

The room lit up as the sunlight peeked in through the gap of the window curtain litting up the room faintly. Her frail hand rested on his shoulder while his loaded hand winded her waist holding her close to himself in their sleep. Her fingers clenched like a jolt in her sleep as she slowly squirmed beside him with her face stuffed in his crook. Her eyes fluttered as she opened her eyes and he fall in her sight. 

Her husband. 

She peeked up through her lashes at him as his jaw came into his view and a beautiful smile spread on her face as she lifted herself from their position and placed a kiss on his eye with her eyes closed. Her fingers gently ran through his hair and parted away from him. Giving a final kiss on his forehead she got off the bed fixing the blanket to her chest 

Turning away from him she turned to the window and swiped the curtains aside welcoming the light with her closed eyes. She took in the bliss she got from the warm sunlight and opened her eyes and looked out of their home. It is early morning as still there is fog in the air. 

Giving him a last glance she went into the washroom and freshen up. Coming out she wore a red stiff saree, a golden border with a metallic gold patch design, and a blouse with a beautiful knot on her back. Leaving her hair back she put a bindi on her forehead and then applied a pinch of vermilion on her partition. A significance that shows her marital status with her husband. Apart from that, a culture is to be followed by married women in Hindu culture. A sensitive and precious thing that every married woman cherishes with a pinch of vermilion on their head. A feeling of life that is shared by her husband is shown in this small pinch of vermilion. The little joy that is celebrated every day for married women of her martial status...is this vermillion. Every woman dreams of the day to have that pinch of vermilion on her when they marry their man. The adoration of a married woman's face is fulfilled with this bright color of vermilion. A very sacred thing to women. Particularly a married woman. 

Looking at that vermilion on her head with adoration, love, and possession she tear off her gaze and started getting ready for her office. 

 Done with her make up she glanced at the clock noting that he would wake up soon she went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for him and her. 

She was done with the dough and not so long, two bulky arms snaked around her waist from the back of the saree and bought her close to his large body. She smiled with the familiar feeling of arms and tilted her neck giving him access as he buried his face in her neck. He opened his mouth and took her skin into his and sucked it with a sound that made her butterflies dance wild in her stomach. His warm tongue projected out and licked the spot where he bit and she sucked a sharp breath with her closed eyes feeling every bit of pleasure on her skin. His hand held a lump of her skin at her waist region and kneaded with his hands and she bit her lips while her hands involuntarily grasped his hand in her hold as her head fall back on his shoulder her chest rising up and down in slow deep erotic breaths. 

"Where do you think you are going...

He rasped in his manly voice as he took a soulful sniff from her neck his face nuzzling with her skin. 

"Hmm? Where do you think you are going with this.... red color on you Adhira. Hmm? Red color"? 

He asked her as his hand took the material in his hand rubbing the stiff material between his fingers he asked her if she choose this color with her full conscience. If she dared to. 

She just giggled at his possessiveness and spoke. 

"Today we were asked to dress in traditional wear Andrey. Traditional wear. So I wear this". 

" You didn't get my point Sarasota (beauty). Don't you? Im asking about the color. How dare you choose a saree of red color that is not for me hmm? I prohibited you in this exquisite look to go out. Didn't I. How dare you defend me". 

There is a little seriousness and owning sense in his voice and if taken in his words there is a strong sense of possessiveness held in his voice. But she laughed at his _playfullness_ and immediately clutched his hand which is trying to sneak into her blouse.

"Don't. I have to go to work". 

"I will be damned if I send you out in this look. Go and change". Was all he said in his husky voice as she whined with the intention to play a little more. She likes the feeling of his possessiveness when she gets ready this way. The more he would ask her 'not to', the more she feels thrilled and playful. Mentioned to be she feels centralized. Thrilled to tick him off and playful to flaunt herself in his favorite attire of a red saree. He is particular and possessive about not letting anyone see her in a red saree. 

She remembered the day when she wore a red saree on her first day of marriage and he went berserk when he saw the way she carried the saree in the kitchen while working. The red looked so good in her flaunting skin. Her waist shone with the combination of color and the way the pallu (the drapes of saree that were set free from the shoulder) chugged in her waistband while working looked tempting. Then and there he put the bottle away and his hands attacked her. Picking her up he turn off the stove and took her into the bedroom and had another round after their wedding night where she lost her virginity. 

It was the late afternoon they came out of the room and she whined all day at how her traditions that have to be followed on the first day of marriage got spoilt. Her mood was totally upset when she completed the traditions which were supposed to be completed in the morning and he only looked at her pleading with one time sorry. 

"If you don't go change then I promise you will be upset just like that day and I promise you will limp just like that day". Was all he said as she glared at him and elbowed in his stomach as he set her free from his hold. Giving one last squinted gaze at him she turned and went back to room. 

While she is walking his gaze was fixed on her swaying back and the movement they do underneath the cloth. They looked deliciously beautiful as he sighed helplessly looking at them. He _again_ wants to get her on the bed and hold that soft plush and dig his thing inside and ram her until she is exhausted. 

But he has other things to do. As soon as the bedroom door got closed he walked to the sink in the kitchen and opened the down cupboard where the sink pipe is connected to the downside. But in the cupboard, there was another person tied up like a ball who was struggling through the ropes. As soon as the cupboard door opened their eyes met and terror filled in his eyes. Andrey didn't waste a minute as he dragged him out and pinned him to the wall with his hand on his neck with choking pressure. The blue eyes connected with the wide struggling one as his legs started hitting in desperation. His hands which were tied behind tried more to get out of the knot but it only bleed his hands. But soon his hands were out and he punched him in the face. His head snapped to the side due to the force but neither his posture flinched nor his hand loosened on his grip. 

The man under the predator tried to pry off his hand but it felt impossible. He tried to punch again and this time he dodged away. Not so long his struggle grew slower as he lost consciousness. His eyes feeling heavy and his hands becoming weak he is giving in to the death. 

Soon his body fell limp on the wall in his grip and he again carefully put him back in the cupboard with throwing ropes at his side. He decided to clean the body after his wife leaves for the job. He double-checked the area where he created a ruckus and there is no evidence of anything except for the blood due to his wrists and he wiped it off immediately. There were no traces of worry or panic. He calms. A usual like calm as if he is habituated to it. As if it is his daily work. He had no fear of getting caught in the secret he is hiding from her for the past month from the day they married. 

Their story was simple. But she is not an easy one to get her acceptance regarding marriage. For her, he saw her in the crematorium for the first time and fell in love with her. That was of course true. Later he wooed her to marry him. It was hard to get her acceptance of the demands she did and to convince her grandmother. But at last, it happened. For he would think, he might use some kind of force or put any kind of pressure on them which would reveal his identity. But it was done smoothly... except for her demands to play on her words. Later they were married. The story is as simple as to be told like a fairytale where a prince came to pick her up. But the only dark thing that he kept from her is he is not who he is. He is not a general working man, a director of a famous company. That's just a cover-up. The real truth is kept in the dark. And dark things are never seen, because they are dark with no light and they never fall into anyone's eyes until they adjust their iris to the dark. Just like that, she was kept in the dark. 

He calmly washed his hand when the creak of the door caught his attention. He turned to his side to take a look at her to see if she changed that exquisite saree to a normal one. And he was more than thankful to see her in a white long length dress with a golden border and the so-called dupatta that she put on her shoulder. He sighed in relief yet he don't want her to go in such a dress too. Though it covered her completely this dress was close to the dress in which he saw her for the first time. 

The very first time. An amazing dress for a beautiful lady. He was stunned when he saw her for the first time. He was speechless. An epic first look at her. No words were enough to complete how beautiful she looked in that. That picture of her remained permanent in his brain as he would even remember her in his next life. 

But he wouldn't complain about this dress over that red saree. Foremost he doesn't like people to gaze at her in the saree where her skin would be peeking here and there in the main at her waist region. Cleavage and that little peek of her waist is his weak point. And a saree in that red color is a big no-no. 

"Now this one is good". 

She just looked away with her eyes haughtily. Her eyes, ignorance on him looked as if she didn't like her present look. 

"You look beautiful in this". 

"What do you mean. Wasn't I beautiful in that red saree. I love that one". 

Saying that she took the knife and continued chopping the vegetables which she was doing before.   

" You said it yourself. It is red. And if my interest in 'red you' was put aside you would look so beautiful that you will be welcoming trouble around you. Too much beauty is dangerous for life. And I certainly don't want that". 

She slammed the knife on the kitchen and turned to him as he closed the cap of the bottle and put it back in the fridge. His muscles flexed beautifully tempting her to forget about the matter and admire it for a second. Nonetheless, she spoke. 

"I put all my hopes and efforts into this saree. And I was confident that I would look stunning in that saree and I would be the unspoken winner among my colleagues. You ruined it all". 

" You would still be an unspoken winner with this your dress". 

" You are just bluffing". 

Said her pouted lips which were yet to be convinced. 

Reaching to her his hand held her throat and craned her neck up and attacked her lips with his. Her mouth already gave access to his tongue as he plunged in and dominated her inside. 

His hand roamed around her curves and she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. 

"You know what is tomorrow". He whispered huskily without breaking his state with her as his blue eyes stared into her hazel dark-lined eyes. Her eyes looked more beautiful than beautiful eyes. They are the most beautiful ones. 

She blushed obviously about what he is going to say as she already had the idea of what it is. 

"Tomorrow it is Sunday. And I'm not going to leave you. I'll make sure to fill this up for you". He said as his veiny hand lay gently on her stomach and rubbed over the dress. 

With a light chuckle, she put her hand on his and gently swept it away, and said. 

"Dirty. Excuse me now. I have to go". She said as she put his vegetable salad in the dish ready for serving. 

"I'm serious. I will bang you to no extent. I will show you what your red saree does". 

A smile played on her lips as she know what exactly happens. From the time they are married, they have a beautiful intimacy. For him a very raw and carving. And for her exploring into another unknown chapter of life. With him, she came across to know many weird and sinful things. As a new beginner to sex, she felt extremely shy and excited... Thrilling and curious. There are many things that she felt during sex. She is still getting to know and learning about it. One thing she realized is, sex is something that is to be studied. It is not a dirty or sinful thing. Surely a forbidden for unmarried. But not sinful with their husbands. 

And he would always teach her new things every night. And if it is a weekend day. He wouldn't leave her. Not as if she want him to leave. She has an equal desire to have sex with him as much as he has. But she is not as raw as him. Not as crazy as him. 

Leaning forward to him till her chest collided with his she wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively his arms winding around her tiny waist she tiptoed up till his height and whispered. 

"I'm all yours for tomorrow". 

His eyes darken as he stared at her. He couldn't contain the excitement and to wait till tomorrow is a punishment for him. 

"How about right now".

"Right now moy much (my husband) I have to go to the office. They wouldn't give more leaves than we took right? We already took a leave for one week. It is hard to hear another leave. And you should go too". 

She said as she booed her nose to him though it was hard for her height and detangled his arms from her waist with little more strength than usual as he refused to leave her. 

Taking the bag from the sofa she hung it to her shoulder and walked to the exit with him following. 

"Have your breakfast and go to the office. As usual I'll be coming home by 6:30. Till then bye". 

" You know. You put me on fire always. It is hard to resist you or your body when you walk away like a siren". He said still following her to the exit. 

A smile bit on her lips as she blushed at his words. Glancing back at him with a smile she turned back to the exit when her arm was gripped. 

"I'll drop you. Just 15 minutes. And don't dare to step out when you haven't eaten anything". 

She looked at him pleadingly and he cocked a brow at him threateningly she glanced at the clock and him and bit her lips contemplating. His eyes darted to her lips wanting him to crush those luscious lips with his one. 

"Only 15 minutes". Her words bought him out of the trance as he looked at her. For a split second his eyes became dark with desire nonetheless he nodded and left to take a shower. 

Later they had their breakfast and he dropped her at her office and he drove his car to his destination. 

Once coming to his destination he roughly swirled the car and parked it randomly and got out of it. Walking forward his fingers snaked into his nearly combed back hairs and ruffled them and swept them to the side as his long hairs fall by his ear. He folded his sleeves up and set his dress properly according to his liking. The sunglasses that were tucked into his shirt was taken and pulled onto his eyes. His hand snaked inside his coat and took out the cigarette and touched the tip of the cigarette with his tongue making it a little damp sticky and then put it between his lips. 

He took out the lighter and pressed it as the luxurious looking lighter clicked open and he lighted the cigarette. Taking a whiff he smoked out with patterns of clouds around him. 

Walking into the destructive building which looked like an abandoned one he passed through several men. Some were standing with guns while others lying down with guns. Lying in the sense not out of respect. Lying because they fail to respect his words. 

His steps are steady as marching in his majestic way with the shining boots screaming royalty. A man handed the gun from the side and he grasped the gun in a swing and walked through the bodies. Reaching the majestic seat where two goons were present on either side of the chair he sat on it with his leg placed on the other leg's thigh, his hand resting on the armrest while the other hand thumped the gun on the land. His fingers opened and closed around the gun and rested his hand on it. As soon as he sat all the men thumped their leg to the ground and pulled the trigger of their rifles and swirled it to their finger and thumped it on the ground with a metallic ground sound. With a thump of their chest with their fist they bowed their head and said in union. 

"Privet good D'Arcy". (Greetings to the lord D'Arcy ).