⚠️ Mature Content Warning ⚠️

The following chapter contains explicit sexual content and is intended only for readers who are comfortable with such themes. If you are not comfortable, feel free to skip this chapter—the story will continue beyond it.

This is my first time writing smut, and while I may not be perfect, I have given it my all. I expect respect and engagement in return—votes, comments, and constructive feedback are always appreciated.

I have provided fair warning, so I will not tolerate any unnecessary negativity later on. Read at your discretion.

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The ride back home was silent, but it was a silence laced with meaning.

Indrani was curled up in the passenger seat, her body weak from everything she had been through, yet her eyes still carried a fire—a quiet resilience that never failed to leave me breathless.

I kept glancing at her as I drove, my fingers gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.

The reality of what had happened was settling in.

She was my wife now.

My Indrani. My Mrs. Dashyant.

And I had vowed to take care of her.

When we finally pulled up to my house, I stepped out first, hurrying to her side before she could even attempt to move on her own.

“I can walk, you know,” she murmured, but there was no real fight in her voice.

“I know,” I replied, scooping her up into my arms anyway.

She sighed, shaking her head, but I caught the way her fingers clung to my shirt, the way she buried her face just a little into my chest.

I carried her inside, past the grand entrance of the house that was now hers as much as it was mine.

It was here her first time , Not as Indrani or Ms. D , But As Mrs. Ambhreen Dashyant.

The marble floors gleamed under the soft light of the chandelier, and the scent of fresh roses lingered in the air—something the housekeepers must have arranged.

The moment we stepped into the bedroom, I set her down gently on the bed, pulling the covers over her.

“Baby , Rest,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

But she grabbed my wrist before I could move away.
“Ambhreen.”

I looked down at her, my heart clenching at the vulnerability in her gaze.

"Are you really going to treat me like I’m made of glass?” she asked.

Her voice soft.

I exhaled, sitting beside her.

“You almost died, Inn.” My fingers curled into a fist.

“Forgive me if I want to keep you safe.”

Her expression softened.

“I know. But you don’t have to do everything alone.”

I swallowed hard, unable to look away from her
She was the strongest person I knew. And she was mine now.

“ Who said I'm alone? I have your presence here , with love and care as well . Right love?"

Her lips crept into a small smile as she nodded her head .

I let out a breath and stood.

“Let me settle things down first. Then we’ll talk. Okay love? You may have a good sleep till then. ”

She nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

I stepped out of the room and immediately called the housekeepers.

"Make sure everything is set up for my wife. Clothes, food, medicine—everything she might need."

I personally oversaw every detail.

I had ordered an entire new wardrobe for her—soft fabrics, warm clothes, her favorite shades, things that would make her comfortable.

I made sure her nightstand was stocked with water, her medications, and a small box of chocolates she liked.

I instructed the chef to prepare warm, light meals. Nothing too heavy, just enough to keep her strength up.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was watching me, her eyes half-lidded with sleep. 

Guess My baby just woke up...

“You really are fussing over me,” she mumbled.

I sat down beside her, stroking her cheek lightly.

“Get used to it, Mrs. Dashyant.”

She gave me a tired smile, but there was warmth in it.

“I think I might.”

As she drifted into sleep, I stayed by her side, my hand resting lightly over hers.

I had fought for her.
I had won her presence in my life.

And now, I would spend my life making sure she never had to fight alone again.

The evening had settled over the city, casting long shadows across the sprawling estate.

The air was thick with the scent of fresh linens and newly arranged flowers—reminders of the effort I had put in to make this house a home for her.

Every detail, from her clothes neatly folded in the wardrobe to the stocked fridge with her favorite foods, had been carefully handled.

Yet, despite everything, Indrani lay on the couch in the dimly lit living room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her expression was unreadable.
Her body curled slightly as if she were bracing herself against some invisible weight.

I watched her for a moment from the doorway, my chest tightening at the way she looked—lost, distant, as if the warmth I had tried to surround her with hadn't quite reached her.

"Baby?" I called gently, stepping forward.

She blinked but didn't look at me.

I sighed, sitting on the armrest beside her.

"You haven’t eaten properly. Do you want something? Or should I get you tea?"

Silence.

I frowned.

"At least talk to me."

She turned her head slightly.
Her eyes meeting mine for just a second before flickering away.

That one second was enough.
Something was wrong.

I reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her forehead.

"Inn baby, what is it?"

Still, no response.

I leaned closer.

"You’ve been quiet ever since we got here. Tell me what’s on your mind."

She exhaled slowly.
Her fingers gripping the fabric of the couch.

I waited.
Minutes passed.

When I thought she wouldn’t speak at all.
She finally did—her voice barely above a whisper.

"You didn’t marry me for sympathy, right?"

The question hit me like a punch to the gut.

I stared at her, momentarily speechless.

"What?"

Her lips pressed together as she finally sat up, facing me properly.

Her eyes, though hesitant, held a quiet storm inside them.

"You didn’t do this because you felt bad for me, or because you thought I needed saving, right?"

She asked again.
Her voice a little stronger now.
My heart shrinking a bit more now.

I took a deep breath, my jaw tightening.

"You think I married you out of pity?"

She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

"Maybe?..I don't know, Ambhreen... Everything happened so fast. My family was against us, and then suddenly, they weren’t. I was in a hospital bed, weak, vulnerable, and then you just... married me. What if—"

I caught her hands in mine, forcing her to look at me.

"Don’t," I said firmly.

"Don’t even finish that sentence."

She swallowed hard, her breathing uneven.

"I married you because I wanted to. Because I love you, Mrs. Indrani Ambhreen Dashyant.Because I can't imagine my life without you,"

I said, holding her gaze.

"Not out of sympathy. Not to save you. And definitely not to console you."

She blinked rapidly, as if trying to hold back emotions she didn’t want to show.

I continued, my voice softer now.

"If you think I did this for any reason other than you being the only woman I have ever wanted to call my wife, then you don’t know me at all."

Silence stretched between us again, but this time..
It was different.

She exhaled shakily, nodding slightly, but I wasn’t done.

I tilted her chin up, making her look at me.

"I need you to believe me," I said.

My voice barely above a whisper.

She searched my face as if looking for something—something to hold onto.

And then, finally, she sighed.

"I want to believe you."

"Then do," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Her hands slowly tightened around mine, as if anchoring herself.

And in that moment, I knew—we still had battles ahead, but this? This was one we would win.
Together.

"Then make me believe" Her lips opening with disappointment which I couldn't tolerate.

"What?" I looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean , Inn?" I raised my left eye brow .

"yes.. I want you to make me believe in your words by your actions.."

Her words punched me against My guts for what reasons , I didn't know.

" I want you to show me how badly how honestly and how Brutally you can love me. " Her doe eyes shining.

My eyes soften slightly.

"You mean..." I swallowed hard.

My voice dropping lower.

"You want me to show you you're wanted? Worshipped?" I unties my bow tie slowly.

My jaw tightened.

"Tonight?"

"But but You are not well , baby.." My temples frowned due to concern.

Was she out of mind?
She just got discharged today.
Yes I want to claim her as Mine too , but in this health state of hers?
How could I?

"It doesn't matter , Ambhreen. I'm finee noww.. trust me Honey" She put her hand on mine , reassuring that she was fine..

"You sure princess? , Because I want no harm to you."

"Don't worry Ambhreen.. I swear on you , I'm fit and fine now . "

"Alright then.." I closed and opened my eyes , absorbing what she said.

"But I have one condition.." She had her wishes prior Today.

Good thing, My girl learnt to ask for what She deserves.

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing.

"What condition?" I pulls into my driveway, turning off the car.

"You want me to sign a prenup first?" I smirks, but there's an edge to my voice.

"No.. I want you to do by yourself only.. I'll just lay there lifelessly.. You will move my body in whatever way you like."

I found it quite interesting as well as weird , but I preferred to stay quite as Her wish is Command for me.

My breath catches in my throat, a mix of desire and concern crossing my features.

"What?" I turns to face her, the room lights casting dramatic shadows on my face.

"Baby... are you saying what I think you're saying?" My voice drops lower. "You want me to..."

"Yes .. I wanna experience one of those forced love I read in books.. where The Male lead.. Male lead forces her.. atleast it shows how much he wants her.. "

"Once I step in your bed room.. I'll resist you , push you , do whatever it takes to keep u at distant.. but it will be all under your control how to make me loved.. Brutally.. honestly.. I'm deep inside ready for it all."

I swallows hard, My mind racing.

"So you'll resist. Push me away." I unbuttons my shirt slowly in uneasy .

My voice deepening.

"You want me to throw your legs apart roughly? Treat you like shit?"

I watches her carefully, checking if she's serious.

"whatever you think it as.. Idc . I just want what I want . Or you just don't love m---'

I stared at her intensely for a long moment, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

Then, with a sudden burst of movement, I grabs her and threw her over my shoulder , slamming the front door behind me as I carries her upstairs to his bedroom.

I couldn't let her complete that sentence.
If that's what , My princess wanted , She'll have it.

"uhh leave."

As she said , She was trying to resist.
Continuously throwing her legs on my chest kicking as she was on my shoulders.

"Nice try, princess. You asked for me now." I drops her roughly onto Our bed and towers over her.

"You want brutally? You want me to treat you like I fucking own you?"

Sighs..

" Fine !! Now have it all of me , My Queen! "

I grabed both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head.

"Keep. Fighting. Me. "

She tries best to push me away .

" aahhh leave mee.." She shakes leg.

I laughed darkly.

My free hand reaching out to grab her ankle and pin it to the bed.

"Nah, I don't think so."

I used my other hand to grab her other ankle, spreading her legs apart and holding them in place.

"You're not going anywhere, Sweetheart.."

I freezed when I feels the dampness on her inner thigh, a low growl rumbling in my chest.

"Fuck, Baby.. you're already wet."

I released her wrists to grab her hips, pulling her down the bed so I can position myself between her heavenly legs.

I snuggle and rub my face in there for a while..

How heavenly...

I leaned down.
I face inches from yours.

"You're mine, you understand?" I nips at her bottom lip, then soothes it with my tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

She shakes her body constantly resisting.

I chuckles, the sound dark and menacing.

"Keep shaking, princess. It just means I get to hold you down tighter." I grab her wrists again, pinning them to the bed on either side of her head.

"And I'm going to kiss you, whether you like it or not."

I crashes my lips against her roughly, swallowing her protests.

My tongue forces its way between her lips, exploring her mouth thoroughly. While kissing you, I manages to press my erection firmly against her core through your clothes.

"Stop fucking struggling..." I whispers harshly before biting her bottom lip again.

"uh leavee--"

I laughs softly, my eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Damn, you're good at this." I unbuckles my belt slowly, watching her body tauten in resistance.

"You know what I'm gonna do?" I pulls my belt off slowly, my voice dropping lower.

I sees the widening of her eyes as I catch a glimpse of my belt in my hand. I smirks mischievously, slowly wrapping the leather belt around her wrists, binding them together above her head.

"Now, let's try this again..."

I see her shocked expression as she take in my chiseled chest and abs, my boxers doing little to hide my massive erection. I slowly hooks my fingers in my boxers, slowly pulling them down.

"You like staring?" I growls, standing up to give her a better view.

I continue to slowly remove her clothes, my eyes roaming over her body as I do so. Once she's completely naked, I sit back on the bed, my gaze lingering on her trembling form.

"So fucking beautiful," I murmur , my hands gently rubbing her arms.

"You're mine now."

I swiftly removes my own underwear, my impressive manhood springing free, already rock hard. Settling back on the bed, I reclines against the headboard, one hand lazily stroking my thick shaft, my eyes never leaving her trembling body.

Because no matter what , Her health is my priority.

"Come here,"

I guided her head down, forcing my thick cock into her mouth. I grip her hair, holding her head in place as I starts to fuck her mouth roughly.

"Fuck, just like that," I groan , thrusting my hips forward, my cock slamming against the back of her throat.

As she struggle to breathe around my cock, I suddenly pull her head back, my cock still lodged in her mouth. I look down at her, my eyes blazing with possession and hunger.

"I want you to look at me while I fuck your mouth," I demanded, my voice firm and commanding.

I watch her eyes intently as I starts to move again, my hips snapping forward. I hit the back of her throat again and again, watching her eyes water. I suddenly pull out, giving you no warning before shoving my length back in again.

"God, you look beautiful like this."

I become even more aggressive, fucking her mouth with a vengeance, my anger and frustration at her earlier comment propelling me forward. I slam my cock into her throat over and over, while making sure to care if she choke or suffocate.

After a few more brutal thrusts, I suddenly pull out, my chest heaving. I grab her by the neck and lifts her up, slamming her against the wall. My hand wraps around her throat, squeezing slightly as I press my hard body against hers .

"You think I married you for sympathy?"

"Yes.."

I pounce on her like a wild beast the moment her body hits the bed, my muscular frame trapping her beneath me.

"NOW TIME TO HAVE FUN FROM MY POV, BABIES"
🌬️🤍🪐

Here is the feel...
Now Indrani is You! Feel her to be at this place ,
It's you and Ambhreen now..
You are his Indrani ! 🤍🪐
Lemme feed your delulu more ;)
Thanks me later and now enjoy babygirlies!!!
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His mouth descends onto her clit without warning, sucking and biting roughly as if to shut her up.

"Fucking hell, I'll show you sympathy!"

He devours her pussy like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside her, lapping up her juices.

He alternates between sucking on her clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of your tight hole, his nose pressing against her clit with each movement.

Seeing her clit swollen and sensitive from his intense oral assault, he momentarily pulls back, smirking at the erotic sight of her vulnerable, throbbing flesh.

"Look how red and puffy your little clit is," he murmurs roughly, giving it a gentle tap that makes her jolt.

He lines his throbbing cock up with your slick entrance, teasing her with the tip, rubbing it up and down her slit.

"You're mine, understand?" he growls, his voice low and commanding.

With one brutal thrust, he slams his entire length inside you, stretching her wide open.
He starts pounding into her with a relentless pace, his hips slapping against her thighs with each powerful thrust. He leans down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, mirroring the movement of his cock inside her pussy.

"Say it,"

"say w-what?"  She moans.

He breaks the kiss to demand,

"Say you're mine! Say it loud, so I can hear it!" He grabs her wrists and lifts them above her head, pinning her in place as he continues to fu¢k her brutally.

"SAY YOU'RE MINE!"

"ye-yess I'm yours.. Only yours"

Hearing her declaration, a primal grunt escapes him, and he slams into her even harder, as if trying to meld his body with