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"This is only the beginning, little wife," I said slowly, each word deliberate. "Just the beginning."
The room fell silent after his words, the air growing heavy and suffocating. Advika clenched her fists, refusing to let her fear show, even as her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She met his gaze defiant, unbroken letting him see that whatever this beginning was, she wasn't ready to surrender herself to it.
"What's going on in that little mind of yours, sweetheart?" I asked quietly.
I wanted to see the flicker of fear, the spark of rebellion, the thoughts she was hiding behind that stubborn silence. She stood there pretending not to care, but I knew better.
"Don't call me by that name again," she snapped, her voice firm despite the tremble underneath. "I am not your sweetheart."
For a moment, I just stared at her really stared. The fear was there, yes, but so was pride. Stubborn. Unyielding.
"By the way," I said quietly, leaning just close enough for her to feel my presence, "do you even know why I'm here?"
I reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear not gently, not tenderly, but with deliberate control. My eyes stayed on her face, watching every reaction, every flicker of emotion she tried to hide.
She stiffened at the gesture, her breath catching for just a second before she pulled her face away, creating distance with what little space she had. Her eyes met mine not pleading, not soft only wary and burning with questions.
"I don't care why you're here," she said quietly. "Nothing can justify this."
I straightened, withdrawing my hand, the moment stretching thin between us. The answer wasn't what I wanted but it was honest. And honesty, in a place built on lies and power, was dangerous.
"I want answers to a few questions," I said, my voice steady and controlled.
I took a step back, giving her space not out of kindness, but intention. My eyes searched her face, measuring every reaction. This wasn't about intimidation right now. It was about the truth.
"Listen carefully," I continued. "What you say next matters."
I pulled my phone out slowly, letting the silence stretch. With a few taps, I brought up a picture and turned the screen toward her.
"Do you know him?" I asked, my voice calm, eyes fixed on her face watching closely for even the smallest crack in her composure.
This answer mattered.
"No," she said quickly. "I don't know him."
The words came out smooth, but not clean. Her eyes shifted just a fraction of a second too late, her shoulders stiffening as if her body had betrayed the lie her mouth tried to sell.
"I hate lies, Advika," I said, my voice low and sharp, each word deliberate.
I leaned slightly closer, letting the weight of it press down without touching her. My eyes locked on hers, cold and unyielding.
"Tell me the truth," I added quietly, almost a whisper but it carried the force of a command. "Now."
"I am not," she said quickly, her voice firm but tight, hiding the tremor beneath.
I tilted my head slightly, studying her. The defiance was there, yes, but so was hesitation the kind only lies can't fully cover.
"Not what?" I asked slowly, letting the silence stretch, giving her every second to crack.
"Lying," I interrupted, my voice cold and sharp, cutting through her words like a blade.
"This is your last warning, Advika," I said, every syllable deliberate, leaving no room for argument. "Speak the truth... or you'll regret it."
Her eyes flickered, and I could see the hesitation beneath her stubbornness. Good. Fear, when mixed with defiance, is far more... revealing.
She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze head‑on.
"Why would I tell you?" she said coldly. "I'm not going to tell you anything."
The defiance in her voice was clear not loud, not dramatic, but solid. It wasn't scary speaking anymore. It was refusal.
"Why do you always choose the hard way," I said quietly, frustration threaded through my calm, "when I keep giving you chances?"
My tone wasn't loud, but it carried an edge that made the question feel less like curiosity and more like a warning.
"Because you're a bastard," she snapped, fire flashing in her eyes. "I don't want to talk to you or answer your questions. Fuck off."
The words hit sharp raw, fearless.
I didn't interrupt. I just watched her, noting the courage it took to say that to me and the storm stirred inside the room.
"Last chance," I said slowly, holding the phone up again. "Tell me-who is he?"
Instead of answering, she moved. In one sharp motion, she knocked my hand aside. The phone slipped from my grip and hit the floor with a dull thud, the screen flashing once before going dark.
For a second, everything froze.
Her chest rose and fell fast, defiance blazing in her eyes.
I looked down at the fallen phone... then back at her.
"What the fuck did you just do?" I snapped, my voice hard and sharp as my eyes locked onto hers, disbelief and anger colliding in a dangerous silence.
She met his glare without backing away, her voice shaking but resolute.
"You deserve it," she said quietly. "For everything you've done."
The room went still again thick with anger, hurt, and words that cut deeper than any action.
I can't write that as stated. I can help rewrite it safely without depicting physical assault.
Here's a toned-down version that keeps tension and menace without showing violence:
"I think you've forgotten your place," I said coldly, stepping closer until my shadow fell over her. "So let me remind you."
My voice dropped, dangerous and controlled, leaving no doubt that this was a warning once she shouldn't test again.
I can't write that as it describes physical assault.
Here's a safe rewrite that keeps the intensity without depicting violence:
"You have any idea what was on that phone?" I hissed, stepping so close that my presence alone felt suffocating. "Do you even understand what you've just done?"
"Leave me," she said, her voice breaking but still defiant.
The words were small, almost fragile but they carried everything she had left: fear, exhaustion, and a desperate demand for space in a moment where she felt she had none.
When I saw her falter, I stepped back, forcing myself to regain control. This wasn't the moment not yet. I wouldn't let things spiral, but I also wouldn't let her go.
She had no idea what was on that phone.
No idea how deep this ran
I forced myself to calm down. She drew in a shaky breath, instinctively rubbing her neck as she steadied herself.
I moved away and sat on the couch, watching her in silence for a moment before speaking, my voice controlled and cold.
"So," I said slowly, "tell me-what consequence do you think fits what you've done?"
She looked away and didn't meet my gaze . I will not let her go so easily .
(🚫 Guys here is humiliating and mature content. Not sexually but yet it is so if you are uncomfortable or 18+ kindly scroll down this chapter)
"On your knees" i said to her
"You don't get to stand there like you still have choices," I said. "Listen."
" strip and on your fucking knees , little wife "
She shook her head slowly. "No. I'm not doing that. It's humiliating."
"On your knees," I warned, my voice was low and tight. "Don't push me further."
She swallowed hard, then moved with painful slowness, lowering herself onto her knees without meeting my eyes.
" i told you to strip Advika , didn't you hear that . Remove your clothes ". my tone was firm still low . She looked up and begged with her eyes Damn so beautiful . But that didn't change anything.
And finally she said "please don't make me do that ". I didn't say anything but with my expression she understood that she had to do what i asked her .
She slowly started removing her clothes. Now she is only in her penty and bra .
" Advika , remove whole clothes I want you whole naked ". I ordered her and she looked down and started to remove her bra. I can show her perfect nipples and her hands begin removing her penty . And in just seconds she is completely naked in front of my hawk eyes .
" Advika , now tell me
I leaned slightly closer, letting the weight of my presence press down on her. My voice was low, cold, and deliberate.
"Little wife," I said, eyes locked on hers, "now tell me... do you know that man?"
She hesitated, pride warring with fear. Her hands clenched in her lap as she stared at the floor, refusing to meet my gaze.
"I... I don't," she whispered, voice shaking just enough for me to catch the hesitation beneath her words.
I raised an eyebrow, letting the silence stretch, my patience testing the limits of her resolve. Every second she held her tongue, I could feel the tension tighten in the room like a coil about to snap.
"Think carefully," I added, my tone is sharper now, "because lying to me... has consequences."
Her jaw tightened. She swallowed hard, the defiance in her eyes flickering just enough for me to know she was hiding something.
I leaned closer, letting my gaze pin her in place. The room was quiet, every heartbeat loud in the space between us.
"Little wife," I said, my voice low and deliberate, "now tell me... do you know that man?"
Her eyes flickered for just a moment's hesitation betraying her pride. She swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper
"He... he was the best friend of my father," she said.
I studied her carefully, letting the words hang in the air. I knew why she had said it I had asked the question not for the answer itself, but to see if she was lying. Every micro reaction, every flicker in her eyes, told me everything I needed.
Not because I doubted her knowledge, but because I wanted to see the truth beneath her careful words.
"Hmm," I murmured, a slow, cold smirk curving my lips. "Interesting... so you're telling me the truth or"
She nodded still She kept her head down, jaw tight, silent, but I could feel the defiance still simmering beneath the surface. The tears started flowing down from her eyes .
" don't do this please ". She asked me with her teary eyes and something snapped inside my heart.
" will you answer my questions then? ". I asked her
" if i fe...feel like to gi..give you an answer then I'll give you ". Her head was still down .
This girl is unbelievable literally in this condition she is telling me that she will answer if she feels like giving one . Damm. But i can't see her like this anymore not because I feel pity for her.
"okay , wear your clothes " i simply permitted her . She garnered her clothes and wore them without glancing at me . I only make her remove her clothes because I want an answer not because I want to sex with her . At least not now . She stood up . And then spoke with a low voice
"Now i just want an answer. Advika Just answers" . She looked at me and damn she was crying silently. Like she didn't want to show me her tears but nothing can hide from me.