Asra’s words — “You are not a good husband” — still lingered in the air.
Ather held her small face between his large hands, staring deeply into her teary eyes. The softness he had shown for a moment slowly faded, replaced by that familiar cold darkness.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous tone — the voice that made even grown men tremble.
“You think I don’t know I’m a bad husband?” he murmured, lips brushing against hers. “I never claimed to be good, meri bacchi. Good men don’t survive in my world.”
Asra shivered in his hold.
Ather’s grip on her face tightened just a little as he continued, his dark sentences falling like heavy chains around her:
“I am not gentle. I am not kind. I take what I want… and I want you. Every single inch of you. Your tears, your fear, your body, your soul — everything belongs to me. Even if you cry every night, even if you hate me… you will still sleep in my bed. You will still spread your legs for me when I want.”
He brushed his thumb across her trembling lower lip, eyes burning with dark possession.
“You can call me a bad husband. You can push me away. You can cry and tell me I’m rough… but nothing will change the fact that you are mine. I own you. Legally. Physically. In every possible way. And if anyone — anyone — ever tries to take you from me, I will burn this entire city to the ground.”
Asra’s breath hitched, fresh tears slipping down her cheeks at his intense, terrifying words.
Ather kissed those tears away, one by one, before whispering the darkest sentence of all:
“Even your hatred tastes sweet to me, little wife. So keep hating me… it only makes me want to ruin you more.”
He pulled her flush against his chest, wrapping his powerful arms around her small, trembling body like iron chains disguised as comfort.
Asra hid her face in his neck, scared, overwhelmed, and strangely unable to push him away anymore.
“Sir… you’re scaring me again,” she whispered weakly.
Ather stroked her hair slowly, his voice now softer but still carrying that dangerous edge:
“Good. You should always be scared of me, meri bacchi. Because this bad husband… will never let you go.”
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