Chapter 3(a)
"You deserve punishment." He held her hand and dragged her to the guest room, closing the door behind her.
"Sir, leave me, I am sorry." She apologised meekly. "No kitten, you deserve punishment. You have to learn; you can't disobey me all the time." He seethed in anger and sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap with her face down and back in the air.
"No, please," she begged when he pulled her pants and knickers down, revealing her skin. "Count," he said, and his palm met her cheeks.
"Ouch! I'm so sorry. Please don't do this." She cried, "I said count." He repeated it and spanked her again. "Two," she stuttered.
"You deserve this kitten." And another one landed on her cheek, making her yell "Three." She sobbed.
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"Twen..Ty" She was breathless by now, her arse cheeks were on fire, and somewhere she was aroused also. a little bit, just a little bit, and she was hating herself for that.
"You are such a wet kitten." He curled his fingers, wrapping them around her warm wetness. "No, please leave me. I don't want it. I don't want it. I promise I won't call Dad again." She begged in tears... She felt guilty about killing herself for getting so aroused, so wet, and so needy; she didn't want it. It was just her body reacting in such a way. It was so humiliating.
"I am sorry" She whispered giving up; she didn't even have energy left to fight for herself.
He pulled her pants up and made her stand. "Stop crying," he said, wiping away her tears, which flowed like a waterfall. In just his first day in his world, the strong Adwitiya Mishra became the cry baby, so weak and vulnerable.
"I said stop crying." This time he sneered sternly, "I am not crying. I am not crying." She shook her head like a baby, wiping her tears.
His expression softened for a few seconds upon seeing her state. "I am not crying," she murmured again. "Go and sleep," he commanded, and she ran out of the room in a few seconds.
Stepping inside the kitchen, she slumped down on the floor, palming her face to try not to cry out loud.___________________________
Splash
And she woke up with a jerk, breathing heavily. "Last night I ordered you to make coffee for me, and you are still sleeping." She flinched at his tone and got up, wiping her face with her shirt.
"What is the time?" She asked, rubbing her eyes, "It's 9:15 am, Adwitiya. You slept so much."
"No, I didn't. There wasn't even a pillow or mattress, not even a duvet. I was just tossing and turning. I am not used to it, na." She blurted, looking down, that the previous night was indeed a disaster for her.
"Aww, baby, you want a pillow, a duvet, and a mattress." He mocked cupping her cheeks, and she nodded yes, then winced in pain when he squeezed her cheeks hard. "But you aren't getting it, baby, and I won't be providing you with any luxuries." He pushed her, his brown orbs glaring at her as if drilling holes in her soul.
"I am sorry for being late, sir, and I will try to be on time from now on." She whispered, not wanting to argue anymore. "Well, you aren't getting any breakfast as you got so late, so now freshen up, wash my clothes, then prepare my lunch."
"Go and use the restroom in the guest room." She nodded. "Sir, can I go to your bedroom and take my dress? It's there in your wardrobe." She meekly requested looking down at her henna-covered hands.
"No," he denied, smirking at her. "Nadira, come here with the new uniform." He yelled, and in a few seconds Nadira Bii, who was the maid of his home, came there with a uniform.
"From now on you will go to wear this; after all, you are the maid of this house." Her voice rose at its peak upon hearing him and seeing the uniform.
"You got married to me, dammit, you got fucking married to me, and now you want me to be your maid." "Don't forget just because of my dad you've become rich; he made you CEO; you didn't even deserve to be the butler of my home." He smirked hearing her words. Adwitiya Mishra, and her arrogance and attitude, were always on the next level.
"Keep it here and continue with your work," he said to the other maid. She nodded, kept the uniform there, and went to do her work.
"You have only one choice, Adwitiya!" Either freshen up and wear this uniform, or I will forcefully make you wear this." Without answering, she just glared at him, then went to the guest room, grasping the uniform in her hand.
"Oh, you're finally looking like a maid." He laughed, then said with tripti, "Adi, she is looking like a certified maid." Tripti giggled out, while Adwitiya just looked down and fiddled with her fingers.
"I want to study. I want to go to college." Adhyansh stared at her then at Tripti, who was already staring at him, then both laughed out loud as if Adwitiya said some joke.
"You think I will let you study, huh?" "You dumb, I won't waste a single penny on you," Adhyansh spat, making her eyes widen.
"Adi-sir, please don't do this to me. I want to study. I don't need your money. I have my own credit card in my dad's house. I will tell him to send it for me, but please let me study." She implored..
"Well, I am already getting late for the office, so I am leaving you to go and wash my clothes, and don't forget to send me the lunch," Adhyansh uttered, then got up from the sofa, giving a quick hug to Tripti.
"You can't ignore my words like this, sir; please let me study." Adwitiya pleads again "You have to live here in my terms, Adwitiya, and I already said you aren't studying anymore," and he left, leaving her flabbergasted.
"Instead of wasting time, go and clean his room." Tripti ordered her to "Shut up and fuck this couch, you bitch." Cursing Adwitiya, she went upstairs.
