Asra stayed curled up under the blanket for a few minutes, sniffling quietly. Ather sat beside her in silence, his large hand occasionally stroking her hair even when she tried to push it away.
Finally, she sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to her chest. Her eyes were red and watery, cheeks flushed, and her long hair was messy. She looked small, vulnerable, and adorably angry.
Asra took a deep breath and pointed a finger at his chest.
“Sir… listen to me carefully,” she started in her sweet, childish voice, even though it was shaky from crying. “You are very very bad. Today I was so happy at the mall. I tried so many clothes, bought pretty bangles, and you even took me out… but then you came home and became rough again!”
She pouted, her lower lip trembling as she continued her little lecture.
“You are so big and strong, and I am small… it hurts a lot when you do it so fast and hard. I am not a toy, Sir. I am your wife, right? Then why do you forget that when you become like this? You should be gentle sometimes… like when you kiss my cheeks and call me ‘meri bacchi’. That feels nice. But the other way… it makes me scared and sad.”
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, still looking at him with big, innocent eyes.
“And another thing — you always say ‘you are mine’, but if I am really yours, then you should take care of me properly. Not break me every time. I get tired… and I cry a lot. Do you like it when I cry so much?”
She paused, then added softly, almost whispering:
“I know you are a very big and dangerous man… but with me… can’t you be a little soft? Just sometimes? Please, Sir…”
By the end of her sweet little lecture, Asra’s voice had become very small. She looked at him expectantly, like a student who had just scolded her strict teacher and was now waiting for punishment.
Ather stared at her in complete silence.
The ruthless trillionaire mafia boss — who had never been lectured by anyone in his life — was now sitting quietly while an 18-year-old girl gave him a teary, innocent lecture about being too rough.
He reached out and gently wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks with his thumb. His expression was serious, but there was a faint softness in his eyes that only appeared for her.
“You finished?” he asked in a low voice.
Asra nodded, biting her lip nervously.
Ather pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her small body. He pressed a long kiss on her forehead and then on both her cheeks.
“I heard you, meri bacchi,” he murmured against her hair. “I’ll try to be… less rough next time.”
Asra sniffled and hid her face in his neck, her new bangles jingling softly as she hugged him back.
“But you are still bad,” she mumbled cutely.
Ather’s lips curved into a rare, small smile as he held her tighter.
“I know".
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