Chap 61, 62 update on Pg 53 Entrapment : An Extremely Dark Advni FF - Page 9

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Chandini changed into the soft cotton saree she wore every night. The evening had left her restless. The women and their horrifying ordeal had left a bad taste in her mouth. There were women sleeping in shacks a few miles from her, yet here she was, sat in her palatial bedroom living a privileged life. These were women just like her, they had the same problems and the same values like herself, yet life was harsh towards them.

She brushed her hand against the soft plush bedding on her bed, and choked on her tears. Raghu's shack was twice the size of her bed, yet a family of eight and a three-month-old baby called it home. She was ashamed of herself and her lifestyle. Life had blessed her with everything she had ever wanted, yet she had not been grateful enough. That was it, she had decided, she wanted to help them, wanted to help secure the lives of girls like Pushpa so they weren't traded by their husbands. She wiped the tears flowing down her face.

"Are you okay?' Advay asked stepping into her room and handing her a painkiller.

She nodded softly, but refused the painkiller. She was feeling better now.

"You have been upset ever since you came back from the slums,' He sat beside her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Did anyone say anything to you?'

She shook her head and leaned into his chest. No one had said anything, she was upset at the helpless state of the women in her city. It didn't matter if women were wealthy or poor or what religion or background they belonged to, the norms of the society were always harsh and unkind towards them.

"You must be tired,' He said, "go to bed. I am next door. Let me know if you need anything.'

"You won't sleep here,' She asked hopefully.

"No,' He sighed, it was best they didn't share a bed at night. It was best they maintained their distance, "Besides you are exhausted, don't want to tire you anymore than you already are.'

She blushed, nodding at him. But she wished he could hold her till she fell asleep. She held his gaze in her hopeful eyes, but chose not to voice her thoughts.

Advay sat out on his easy chair and poured himself another drink. It was almost twelve, and it had been yet another busy day at work. He sighed, the temple was proving a nightmare, none of the paperwork was in place. No one had cared for it in the last sixteen years, and he had less than six months to bring everything up to scratch. He sipped on his whisky as he continued admiring the beautiful full moon gazing back at him. A smile kissed the corners of his mouth, his Chandini belonged to him now. At least that was one less thing to worry about. At least she was with him now and he didn't have to worry about PP and Indrani for now.

He smiled to himself as the events of the evening flashed before his eyes. She had looked beautiful in her pink saree as she had danced and blushed beside him. He sighed again, he just wanted to make love to her. But she was exhausted, he reminded himself as he went back to sipping on his whisky. Tonight, was going to be a long lonely night. But he had the full moon to keep him company. He smiled to himself and went back to gazing the beautiful moon.

Chandini turned and shifted on her bed, she had slept all day, had barely don't any housework, she wasn't tired anymore. She let out a heavy sigh and sat up on her bed. Maybe she could read a book, she thought turning the light on her nightstand on. She frowned at the clinking of the glass she heard from the terrace and opened a crack in her window to see what it was. Her heart leapt in her chest, Advay was lazing outside on his easy chair sipping on his whisky. He was still awake. She smiled to herself as she stood beside the window and admired his handsome face. Memories of all the times she had stood by the window and admired his handsome form flashed before her eyes, only that today he was her husband, today she could watch him to her heart's content without feeling guilty about it. She sighed, he was her husband now. She could step outside and spend the night with him, it was her right. She just wanted to spend time with him, she had missed him all day. She collected her pillow and blanket and stepped outside her bedroom.

Advay raised his brow in surprise as soon as she laid her blanket on the floor beside him. He watched her fluff her pillow before lying on it.

"What are you doing here?' He turned to his side and held her smiling gaze.

"Can't sleep,' She sighed, "thought I could watch the moon.'

"Go back to bed.' He said, "I don't sleep with my slaves.'

"I am sleeping on the floor, so technically you are not sleeping with your slave.'

Advay chuckled at her smart mouth. Her wings were growing back by the looks of it, and it had only been one day.

"You can keep gazing at the moon from you high chair,' She continued, "while I will gaze at the moon from here.'

He slept on his side, leaned over the chair and gazed at her.

"Go back to gazing the moon,' She said, "Just pretend I am not here.'

"I am,' He held her gaze, "I am gazing at my beautiful moon.'

She blushed to herself lowering her gaze. They had been married for a day. One day, she sighed. One less day towards their six months. But he was her husband now and he was gazing at her with love. She held his gaze coyly.

"Chandini.' He whispered, lacing his fingers into hers.

"Hmm.'

"You looked beautiful today,' He kissed the back of her hand, "I couldn't take my eyes off you.

She giggled, he had been busy chatting with the locals and with Sid, he had barely noticed her.

"You barely noticed me.'

"Why do you say that?'

"You were busy chatting with Sid and Mamaji,' She pouted, "while I was sat all by myself on that high chair. Why did you standing so further away from me?'

"That's because the view from I stood was breath-taking,' He brushed his thumb against her pout, "I could admire my beautiful moonlight from a distance.'

She blushed, yet he didn't want to spend the night with her, she reminded herself while holding his passionate gaze.

"Chandini.'

"Hmm.'

"You are my wife now.'

She blushed again toying with the black beads around her neck.

"I can't believe I am married to the most beautiful girl I have ever known.'

She blushed again, he was drunk, she reminded herself. Maybe it was the alcohol talking.

"How many drinks have you had?' She asked frowning to herself.

"Why?'

"I don't know,' She shrugged, "I have never known anyone who drinks. No one in my family does. I don't know what to expect.'

"Don't worry, I don't get drunk, it takes a lot of alcohol to knock me out.'

"Can I rest my head on your lap?' She asked.

"Hmm.'

She sat up on the floor and rested her head on his lap. Advay stroked her hair as he went back to gazing the full moon.

"Your hair is so soft,' He sighed, raking his fingers through her soft silky tresses, touching them, feeling them, letting them slip through his fingers.

"Are you angry with me?' She mustered the courage to ask him.

"What?'

"You seemed furious,' She whispered, "earlier when you were talking about the land.'

"I have a nasty temper Chandini,' He sighed, "I can get snappy sometimes.'

She nodded.

"I am like that even with Murli.'

She lifted her gaze to his as he continued stroking her hair.

"You are going to have to get used to my temper. It is a part of who I am.'

She nodded. Her mother too had a nasty temper, she had learnt to live with it, she would learn to live with Advay too.

"Chandini.'

"Hmm.'

"I am letting you off the hook for the next couple of days,' He said with a sigh, "just want to give you some time to settle into your new life.'

She continued nodding, thankful he was sympathetic of her situation.

"But from next week, we will begin training. So, prepare yourself, and please no crying.'

She nodded.

"And if you do cry, you will see a side to me you won't like.' She shivered at his stern voice.

"I am a strict disciplinarian, Chandini.' He sighed, "I execute control in everything I do. I just like being in control all the time. I hope I am making sense.'

She nodded, unsure of what he was trying to tell her. She rested her head on his lap, he was relaxed now and it was the now that mattered to her.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?'

"I like sitting on the floor,' She whispered, "also, maybe because I am sitting on a pillow.'

"What?' He looked down at the pillow, "why didn't you take the painkiller in that case.'

"It's not bad, just stings if I was to sat directly on the cold floor.'

"Hmm.'

"Why do you always sit here on this chair?' She asked, the only person to have ever used the chair was Dev's Baba and for some reason Advay reminded her of the previous Mahant every time he had lazed on the easy chair in the exact position like Dev's father used to.

"It reminds me of my childhood.' He sighed, letting the memories of his childhood flash before him, "My baba had a chair like this.'

She frowned to herself.

"My Maa would sit on the floor with her head resting on his lap, just like you are now,' He stroked her hair, "While my Baba stroked her hair softly... Their love was true love.'

"Janaki Maa and Mahantji...Dev's parents would sit here like we are now.' She sighed, "she would sit exactly where I am sat and Mahantji would stroke her hair.'

Tears stung her eyes, it felt like yesterday. Yet today here she was, sitting beside Advay.

"Their love was true love.' She said wiping her tears, she had hoped she would have a similar divine bond with her Dev. But he had never returned, and now all she was left with was this strange marriage she was trapped in. But she was glad she was trapped with Advay.

"Suniye jee.'

"Hmm,' Advay smiled at her warmly.

"I am not the heir to the temple and its properties.'

"You are.'

"Dev and his brother are,' She sighed, "My Baba is only a care taker on his behalf.'

Advay sipped on his whisky sighing to himself. This was going to be one uphill battle.

"Besides, there is a stay on the temple lands... No one cannot sell anything.'

Advay watched her with a frown. Did she know who had brought the stay?

"Your Mamaji said there is a stay,' He continued, "do you know who has bought the stay?'

"We are not sure, but there is a suspicion that it is the previous Agnihotri, Pandit Bharadwaj.'

"Why did he bring a stay?'

"Don't know... Pandit Bharadwaj was Mahantji's right-hand man,' She sighed, "He fled the city many years ago. There is a common belief that Dev's Baba and Pandit Bharadwaj fled together.'

Advay raised his brow, did she really not know the truth, or was she lying again?

"Fled the city, who did?'

"Mahantji and his family and Pandit Bharadwaj and his family.'

Advay frowned, what was she talking about?

"A few years ago, a Panditji brought a stay on the properties, saying that so long that the blood line of the previous Mahant are alive, no one can touch the temple wealth and the lands.'

"So Pandit Bharadwaj brought the stay?'

"Don't know, but Maa thinks it is him,' She said, "only he knows the rules, and only he knows where Dev and his family are...so the head priests and Maa are assuming it is he who has imposed the stay.'

Advay nodded with a frown.

"Hasn't Mamaji told you about this?' She asked.

"He has, but it is just a belief, there is no proof for that matter.'

"I don't think its him though who has bought the stay,' Chandini said, "I think its Dev. Dev has put a stay on these properties. I am sure it's Dev.'

Advay chuckled softly to himself as he continued stroking her hair.

"Where is this Pandit now?'

"I heard Mamaji say he lives in the US.'

"Does your mother know?'

"She does...everyone does, though they don't know for sure. No one has seen him in over sixteen years.' She sighed, "Panditji had an offer to work in the US. Dev's Baba wanted him to go. Hence why everyone assumes he fled to the US along with Dev's family.'

Advay nodded his head. So, the Pandit's whereabouts was common knowledge, but no one knew about his son Mohan. But US was a large country, no one knew where in the US he had settled.

"Mamaji was hoping Panditji would return with Dev on the day of the Maha aarti. But...'

Tears stung her eyes. She had clung on to the hope that Dev would return for her, but he hadn't.

"I am sure Dev is in the US.' She choked on her tears. "I think he is happily married with a couple of kids, hence why he didn't return.'

Advay watched how her face fell at the mention of Dev being married. If only she knew, her Dev would never ever marry anyone but her. His love for her was deeper than she could fathom. His love was obsessive. Though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, not that he cared.

"You miss him, don't you?'

"I do,' She sobbed softly, not sure if she should discuss these things with her husband.

"If he was here,' She wiped her tears and said with pride, "he would have been the next Mahant. You would have been talking to him about the temple... asking him for his assistance.'

Advay chuckled at that thought.

"You mean I would have been punching his face and fighting him for you, or worse bidding against him for you.'

"What?' She laughed, she hadn't given that a thought. "No ... none of that would have not happened.'

"Why not?' He tilted her face up to his.

"Because you wouldn't have wanted to marry me.'

"And why is that?

"If Dev was here,' Tears pooled in her eyes again, "I would have been married to him a long while ago... maybe on my eighteenth birthday.'

"Hmm.'

"He was eight years older than me, would have been old enough to marry me as soon as I turned eighteen.'

He nodded, though he didn't know if he could have kept his hands off her till her eighteenth birthday.

"Had I married at eighteen,' She counted on her fingers, "hmmm... now I am twenty-five... what does that add to.'

Advay watched her under his narrow gaze, what was she counting?

"That's six to seven years of marriage ... I would have had three kids ... and could have been pregnant with my fourth child.'

He rolled his head and let out a hearty laugh, as tears pooled in his eyes. They would have had the perfect life together. His Chandini his wife ... a mother to his children...but here they were ... messed up... f**ked up.

"So now you see why you wouldn't have even noticed me,' She giggled, "I would have been a married woman with three or four kids, I could have been fatter... lost my figure to childbirth... could have been pregnant ... there is no way you would have found me desirable.'

"I will always find you desirable, Chandini,' He kissed the back of her palm. "Always.'

She blushed, shivers ran down her spine, at the brush of his warm lips against her hand.

"Look at me.'

She lifted her tearful gaze to his.

"Is that why you were tearful when you saw that girl?'

"Huh?'

"Earlier this evening, when you met that girl, Muniya's mother, you were tearful,' Advay held her gaze, "Is this why?'

She nodded as tears finally streamed down her cheeks.

"Come here in my arms,' He held his arms out for her. Chandini slid beside him and wrapped her arms tight around Advay and sobbed. Her life had turned into a complicated mess. She had just wanted a simple life, a loving husband, a family, just the usual things, but that was too much to ask.

"Sussshhh,' He stroked her hair as she continued sobbing in his arms.

"Don't cry my beautiful,' He whispered, "you will have your life back in six months' time.'

She nodded, wiping her tears. It was not the future that upset her, it was the life she had been robbed of that made her want to sob her heart out. But then she would have never met Advay. She rested her head on his chest. Maybe destiny wanted her to belong to Advay, hence why Dev had never returned. She sighed sniffling to herself. Advay was her husband now and that was all that mattered.

"Did you have a good time tonight?' He asked wiping her face, hoping to distract her.

She nodded.

"You looked beautiful when you danced beside me.'

She giggled, a flush streaking her cheeks.

"Did those women tease you?'

"No,' She whispered blushing to herself. They hadn't teased her but their suggestive gaze had said it all.

"Everybody respects you.' She said.

"Hmm,' He sighed, "they have high hopes from me.'

"Hmm.'

"How was your visit to the slums,' He asked, "did you mingle with those women. Did you see Raghu's house? His mother is a good lady, hard-working, good natured.'

She nodded her head wryly. Tears pricked her eyes again. The women and their lives at the slums had left her shaken. She had never felt this helpless ever in her life. While she had considered herself unlucky, there were women who lived through unimaginable horror on a daily basis.

"What's the matter meri jaan?' Advay asked, stroking her hair, comforting her in the warmth of his arms. "What's upsetting you? Talk to me.'

"Those women,' She gasped between sobs. "They have to wake up at half past three to go to the toilet in the bushes under the railway bridge.'

"I know.'

"They have no fresh water, nowhere to shower, nowhere to sleep during the rains.'

"Hmm.'

"Some of the girls go missing in the middle of the night,' She continued sobbing, "there is no security. Some of them never return.'

"Hmm.' Advay continued stroking her hair.

"I knew life in the slums was hard, but never imagined the kind of horrors they face on a day to day basis.' She lifted her tear-stricken eyes to his. "Muniya is only just five, there are so many young girls... what if they go missing?'

"They won't,' He tightened his grip around her, "they have me now. Besides Sid has increased police patrolling in that area.'

She nodded.

"Hence why we are planning on building houses for them, so they have a place to live; a safe secure home, with clean drinking water and good sanitation.'

She continued nodding, everyone had a right to these basic necessities in life.

"We are planning on building a school so the kids can study and take up jobs in the future.' He sighed, "Just need to give them better opportunities in life.'

"I have decided,' She wiped her face and sat up, "I will accept the offer, I will sign whatever paperwork to help them.'

Advay held her gaze with surprise. What had made her change her heart?

"Why?'

"The temple has charities, they should have helped these people. It is the duty of the temple and of the Mahants to help the poor... Manav seva is Madhav seva.'

"You mean service to man is service to god.'

"Yes,' She said confidently, "What use is of that land to the temple? No one uses it for anything, no one knows it belongs to the temple. Yet if it can help provide safe secure homes for the poor, then I think the temple should help.'

Advay kissed her forehead, glad she had come to her senses, glad the plight of the poor had moved her just like it had moved him.

"I know Dev,' She nodded, "Dev is a wonderful person. He always mingled with everyone, he was never prejudiced. I am sure he will understand. He will understand my decision.'

Advay nodded at her with pride, glad she was willing to make a decision of her own accord, glad she knew her Dev so well.

"I want them to have a good life,' She sniffled, "and if I can help I will. I am sure Dev too would have agreed to this decision had he been here. I am sure he will be proud of me.'

"I am proud of you, Chandini,' Advay said holding her gaze.

"But how are we going to build the flats.' She totally missed his remark. She was focussed on how they could help the plight of the poor.

"We will get some funding from the government,' He smiled at her, "and the rest we will raise from charities and sponsorship.'

She nodded. It sounded like a plan. So long that she could help in whatever little way, she was happy.

"I want to help,' She resolved, "however I can, I want to help.'

Advay nodded, wrapping her closer against his chest. Now that they had her on board they could finally get down to business and help these people.

"Visiting the slums was a good idea.'

"It was,' She smiled wryly, "I have known the kids since they were little. Have known Raghu since he was nine or ten. Now he is fifteen... But never once bothered asking them about their lives.'

"Hmm.'

"I feel disgusted with myself. I have been blind, callous to the plight of kids I have laughed and played and spent time with.'

Advay nodded to himself. The scenes of poverty were blaringly obvious yet most people chose to turn a blind eye.

"I feel guilty for living a privileged life.' She choked on her tears.

"What?'

"Those women are no different to me.' She choked, "yet I cannot do anything to help them.'

"You can and you will,' He held her closer, "everyone's life is riddled with tragedies Chandini. Wealth doesn't assure happiness. Those poor people are happier than most wealthy people.'

Chandini frowned. It was true. The smile on Pushpa's face had been a revelation. How could she smile and laugh in the face of her uncertain future?

"We can only learn to be grateful for what we have.'

She nodded again. She was grateful for everything she had. She had her Baba, her sisters who doted her on, her Mamaji who adored her, Kajal maasi, she reminded herself. Her Maa too although her Maa had always been a challenge. She finally lifted her gaze to Advay. She had Advay now, her husband, and she was here relaxing in his arms, on their terrace admiring the beautiful full moon. This moment was perfect, and she was grateful she had this perfect moment with him.

Advay watched the full moon above them as it bathed the entire terrace in an ethereal blue glow. His Chandini was here, resting in his arms. He just wanted to hold her forever.

Chandini felt calm and cool, her restless heart now at peace. If only she could lay in his arms forever, if only he could hold her forever.

Advay gazed down at her beautiful face, she looked like a heavenly nymph glowing in the cool moonlight.

"Hey...my moonlight,' He whispered, "you are prettier than the moonlight, do you know?'

She held his gaze and blushed to herself. No one had ever complimented her like he did. Did he truly think she was beautiful? She didn't know and she didn't care. Even if it was a lie, it was a beautiful lie, one she was willing to believe for now.

He licked his lips and he gazed down her perfect mouth. Chandini too glanced between his dark lusty eyes and his beautiful mouth. She felt her heart skip a beat as soon as Advay titled her head and leaned in to kiss her softly. She let out a sigh at how soft and tender his lips felt against hers. The taste of the bitter whisky hit her senses making her tipsy, she felt like she was drunk, drunk on his passionate kisses.

She moaned softly as soon as he broke the kiss.

"Did you like that?' He murmured.

She blushed to herself. She did, but why had he kissed her?

"You earned it,' He whispered, "by agreeing to help those people.'

He kissed her again softly, sucking her plump lower lip into his mouth tenderly.

"Chandini,'

"Hmm,'

"Is there anything about last night you didn't like,' He whispered, "anything you want to discuss, anything you didn't want me to repeat?'

She furrowed her brows.

It's okay,' He swept her hair away from her face, "tell me. I need to know, so we won't do it again. I was meant to ask you tomorrow. But now that you are here, talk to me, tell me. I need to know.'

She continued searching her head for all the things they had done. He had been rough but she had liked it. She blushed. Advay smiled, glad to see the flush in her cheeks.

"Okay, let's start with all things you liked,' He murmured against her lips.

She gasped, this discussing was making her squirm in his arms and pant for breath.

"Be honest, tell me.'

She furrowed her brows again.

"I can't remember all of it.' She whispered, "I liked most of it.'

"Good.'

"But I am confused?'

"What about?'

"Why did you spank me?'

"To inflict pain, to excite you sexually and myself too.' He said, "Did you not like it?'

"I don't know,' She sighed, "it felt good at that time. It feels wrong now.'

"Nothing you do with me is wrong Chandini,' He said, "I am here to fulfil every fantasy of yours. Always remember that...no matter how strange or twisted it may seem, I am here to fulfil it.'

She nodded, unsure if she even had any fantasies. But she blushed as a thought crossed her mind.

"What?'

"I always dreamt of kissing Dev under the banyan tree,' She said.

Advay smirked to himself.

"I am sorry it had to be with me.'

She nodded, she wasn't sorry though. Dev had never come back and now she was a married woman, it was time to move on with her life.

"I am not sorry,' She whispered.

"Why?'

"Because I kissed you.' She said, "it is the most beautiful memory of my life, my first kiss on the eve of my birthday with you. You made me feel like a princess.'

Advay kissed her mouth softly again, sucking, tugging at her lips. Chandini kissed him back fervently. She just wanted him to devour her mouth like he had done the night they had kissed for the first time under the banyan tree. She groaned again as soon as Advay broke the kiss.

"Anything else I need to know?'

She scanned her brains again for anything else that she wanted to discuss.

"Will you make me wear that dress again?'

"I will,' He winked, "that one and a few others I have ordered for you.'

She widened her eyes gulping short breaths of air. The dress was the worst part.

"Why do you want me to dress like it?'

"Two reasons,' He kissed her softly again, "it drives me wild to see you like that.'

She turned a deep shade of red.

"And it's easy to access your delicious body.'

She squirmed as he fingers began unhooking her blouse.

"Like now, if you have worn that little dress, I could have been sucking your nipples, while massaging between your legs.'

She bit her lip as he locked his passionate gaze with hers.

"Do you want to go get changed?'

She flapped at his suggestion. She did want to say something, there was something that had bothered her the last night. What was it? She asked herself. A sudden thought flashed before her eyes.

"What?'

"Just one thing.'

"Hmm.'

"Could you please not use the ghat bandhan dupatta in the future?'

He nodded with a narrow gaze. He hadn't even given that a thought, it was meant to be a joke.

"Did you not want me to tie your arms or is it just tying your arms with the dupatta that you didn't like?'

"Just the dupatta,' She whispered, hoping that her words didn't anger him, "please don't be angry.'

"I am not angry,' He said, "I am never angry when discussing these matters. It is important you enjoy what I do.'

She nodded.

"Is there a reason?' She lifted her gaze to his, "is there a reason why you don't want me to use the dupatta?'

"It means a lot to me, the dupatta,' Tears glistened in her eyes, "it indicates the sacred bond of marriage between us. It has a deep significance for me. I intend to keep it forever. It has the knot that bound us together.'

"Chandini.'

"I know this marriage doesn't mean anything to you, but it means everything to me,' She sniffled, "I want that dupatta to remind me of that moment when we were bound in holy matrimony, I don't want it to be tainted with any other memory.'

"I am sorry I used it. I won't use it ever again I promise,' He kissed the tears that slipped down her eyes, "You can tuck it away at the back of your wardrobe.'

She nodded.

"But you didn't mind being bound, did you?'

She shook her head.

"Did you like your hands being tied up?'

"I am not sure,' She shrugged, "I felt helpless... but I liked the feeling of the blood gushing back in my hands once you untied me.'

He chuckled. She did enjoy bondage, there was no question there.

"If I use a rope, will that be fine?' He asked, "would you like to try it again.'

She nodded, although the purpose of tying her didn't make sense.

"Why do you want to tie me?'

"So that I am in control,' He winked, "so that you cannot cover yourself, so that everything I own is on display for me, and so that I have uninterrupted access to everything that belongs to me.'

She blushed burying her head in his chest.

"You belong to me, my beautiful girl.'

She burrowed deeper at the soft chuckle rumbling inside his chest.

"Is there anything else you didn't like?'

She shook her head.

"Good.'

"Will you tie me tonight?' She whispered, not sure if she wanted him to or not.

"Do you want me to tie you up?'

"Not when you are kissing me,' She whispered, "that was when I was struggling against the knot.'

"You wanted to wrap your arms around me?'

She nodded with tears glistening in her eyes.

"I won't tie you when kissing you in the future,' He touched his forehead to hers, "is that okay?'

She smiled.

"Though the rules for punishment are different to pleasure,' He said, "when I punish you I will tie your hands. But mind you I won't be kissing you during a punishment. But if and when I kiss you for pleasure I won't tie your hands. Okay.'

She nodded.

"Chandini.'

"Hmm.'

"You owe me a punishment.'

She frowned. How?

"I am going to punish you for saying my name.'

She sighed. What was he going to do now?

"Should I stand up?' She asked innocently, "are you going to spank me.'

"Don't worry, I won't punish you tonight.' He winked, "I will do it over the next couple of days...so be prepared.'

She nodded wrapping her arms around him, he had spanked her before, she could bear it again.

"Will you spank me?'

"I can't tell you what I plan on doing,' He winked, "it's a surprise.'

She nodded.

"Chandini.'

"Hmm.'

"Once we start training, there are a few other things we might have to go through.'

She nodded.

"I am a kinky man Chandini,' He sighed, "I have strange kinks, things I want to do to you. But I want to discuss them with you, before I go ahead with it.'

She continued nodding her head.

"What kind of kinks?'

"We will discuss them later, in detail.'

"Just an example.'

"Everything Chandini, everything I have told you about myself is a good example.'

"So, what else is there to discuss.' She frowned. "Is there more to it?'

"Hmm,' He raked his brains trying to find the right words, "There is a lot to it. I can't explain it, we will have to sit and discuss... There are a lot of kinks...and I want...I hope that our kinks line up. That you enjoy everything I enjoy.'

She nodded.

"Is it a long list?'

"It is am afraid,' He chuckled.

"Almost all of them top the lists,' He said, "but a couple of them are my favourites and I want you to like them too.'

"What is your favourite?' She whispered, her curiosity sure was going to get her into trouble someday.

"There are a couple, one of them is going down on you.'

She gasped blushing to a deep shade of red. Was that a kink? But she had liked it too.

"I take that you like it.'

She nodded burying her head into his chest. He chuckled to himself softly.

"I am into exhibitionism and voyeurism.' He said, "do you know what that means?'

She frowned. She didn't know what it meant.

"When you perform in public, it's called exhibitionism. The idea that there are people watching me excites me. I used to perform in public in elite clubs back in London.'

She glared at him in horror. Hence why there was a video of him.

"Do you get paid for it?'

"What...No,' He laughed out loud, "it's my kink. I enjoy performing to an audience. It's a great way to show off and it's also a great way to train. Don't forget I am a professor of maths. I love teaching, I love people appreciating my knowledge and my grasp on the subject. Be it mathematics or be it my kinky lifestyle.'

She nodded, this one had to be a strange one. She loved teaching too and loved it when people appreciated her knowledge. Did that mean she loved being watched too? She frowned to herself.

"Do you think you might like being watched?'

She frowned. Did she like being watched? No was the answer. Or was it? She wasn't sure.

"Do you want to give it a try?'

She nodded softly trapped in his dark gaze.

"Are you sleepy?'

She shook her head. She didn't want to sleep, just wanted him to hold her all night. She studied his features with intent. He looked like a different man when he was relaxed and smiling. But now there was a darkness brewing in his eyes. She shivered.

Advay locked his fervent gaze with hers. All the kink talk was driving him crazy.

"Are you tired?'

She shook her head. She had slept well all day.

"Will you let me f**k you tonight, Chandini?'

She was trapped in his lusty gaze, like a prey about to be torn to pieces by its predator.

"Say yes.'

"Yes,' She whispered.

He tugged at her saree roughly. Chandini gasped in alarm, they were out on the terrace and it was a full moon night. Had he lost his mind?

"What are you doing?'

"You want me to give you an example of my kink, right?' He said in a deep coarse voice, "let's try mild exhibitionism tonight.'

Chandini watched him with horror as he continued undraping her saree and finally freed her off her blouse. What time was it? What if Murli came upstairs? She was thankful for once that none of the family was allowed upstairs, given Advay and his outrageous ideas.

He quickly got rid of his clothes and carried her towards the edge of the terrace. It was almost one at night, the only light was the cool blue moonlight breaking around them. Advay lifted her and propped her on the ledge of the terrace wall. She shuddered in shock, it was a narrow ledge and she was propped on it naked. She grabbed his shoulders. This was dangerous. What if she fell down and broke her bones? How was she meant to explain to the doctors what she was doing on top of the narrow ledge in the middle of the night... naked? She looked down to see how deep the drop was. It was deep enough to break a few bones. The area below the terrace was paved. She clung on to Advay for support.

"Don't look down,' Advay said wrapping her legs around, "Trust me. Do you trust me?'

She nodded, yet she trembled to herself.

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Amazing updates loved them all.

thanks for the updates Chitra

Finally you updated. So excited to read them.

The first two updates were awesome. Advay and Chandni are amazing, their chemistry is so good. And Advay was so right in saying that the intent matters, atleast Kajal Maasi thought of them. This small scene was so beautifully written. The third update was heart wrenching but these are the realities of life. You wrote it so nicely that I could actually sympathise with these people and to imagine myself in their place, it's a big NO. We should be thankful that we have so many luxuries of life and not crib about wanting more, but these people, they don't have much yet they have beautiful hearts and accept the small joys of life, except for the drunkards. Salute to you for addressing such a important issue in your story and I seriously felt like Chandni, certainly aware but ignorant of the gruesome reality of certain people's life. And not to forget, thanks a lot for updating.