The sun crept into the room, painting long, golden stripes across the bedsheets. It was the kind of morning that felt quiet and peaceful. Thabal was the first to blink her eyes open. For a moment, her mind went blank. She moaned gently and tried to move when she suddenly realised the heavy weight on her.
Vikram's head was resting on her bossoms. His arms were wrapped around her waist in a possesive grip. She looked at him. He look at peace like this. It seemed like every problem from his life has been erased.
She didn't move. She didn't want to break his beautiful sleep. The sharp tension in his jaw had relaxed, and his long lashes cast soft shadows on his cheekbones. He looked younger, softer, and so incredibly handsome that it made her chest ache.
Memory of the night before flooded her mind. A deep, rosy blush spread across her cheeks, and she pulled him closer to her instinctively, breathing in the scent of him that was now mixed with her own.
Vikram stirred. His grip on her waist tightened , as if even in sleep he was making sure she hadn't disappeared. He let out a low, gravelly hum, his eyes slowly opening. He looked up at her, his chin resting on her breast.
"Morning, Chand" he rasped, his voice thick and heavy with sleep. Thabal looked at him. His eyes were no longer dark, they were clear, soft, and filled with peace.
"Morning" she whispered back, her voice a little shy. Vikram smiled, a lazy morning smile. He reached up, his thumb tracing the curve of her lip, then moving up to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead. He noticed the faint, dark marks on her neck and shoulder, and his gaze darkened with a mix of pride and tenderness.
"Does anything hurt?" he asked, his voice dropping to a serious tone. Thabal giggled softly, placing her hand over his cheek, gently caressing his face.
"I am okay Vikram. Kya hoga mujhe?" She assured him, feeling his stubble jaw against her skin. Vikram kissed her palm, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You look so beautiful chand" he whispered huskily making her blush in return.
"Dhat" she lightly hit his cheek playfully, making him smile cheekily.
"Sachmein. Itna sundar chehere ko roj subah dekhunga toh lagta hai sari problems hi mit jayegi" he smirked lightly, making her chuckle in return. He looked at her with so much adoration that Thabal felt like she might melt into the mattress.
Thabal leaned down to him and placed a kiss on his nose.
"Same for you" she smiled and boop their nose together. Vikram laughed lightly at his innocent act.
He layed his cheek on her soft skin. The texture pressing down like a cotton as he leaned his face on it. Not able to control his inner urge, he bite it, earning a hiss.
"Kya kar rahe ho aap" she narrowed her eyes at him. Vikram looked at her, his teeth still holding the flesh on top of the shirt. He smirked at her and left her skin, but then again but it.
"Ahh" she moaned slightly as he began to suck on her nipple above the shirt. He held her nipple in between his teeth gently.
The next moment he immediately lifted up her shirt, leaving her chest bare for him. Vikram toyed with her breasts, playing it, moulding it just like he wished.
"Your breasts are so beautiful. See how soft it is. Pakar mein hi nahi aa raha. Fhisal ja raha hai. It's so soft that my fingers are going in as soon as i squeeze it" he rasped making her gasp in shyness.
"Vikram!! Chup karo aap. Yeh sab bolna baand karo" she pushed his face away, but he didn't budge.
"Achaa? Par jab mein yeh sab kal bol raha tha tab tum toh bohot 'Vikram Vikram please' chilla rahi thi" he chuckled in his deep voice, making her reddened. She lightly hit his shoulder, looking away as she was too shy to face him.
He continued playing with it. Toying her light brown nipple in between his fingers and pinching it, earning a moan from her. He opened his mouth and took her nipple in his warm mouth.
"Uhmm" Thabal whimpered as he played with it. She instinctively clutched him by his hair. Vikram smirked against her nipple, seeing her reaction.
He continued sucking and licking around. Enjoying her softness of the skin. It was softer than any marshmallow or any cotton.
"Vikramm" she called, lost in her own world. Vikram hummed and freed his left hand which was holding her other breast. He reached his hand down slowly to her stomach and then to the waist. He slowly caressed her hips, squeezing it briefly.
"So beautiful" he mumbled against her nipple, making her go red. Her shyness and insecurity clashing together.
"Chand" he called, pulling away from her breast, yet still fondling it with his hand. Thabal looked at him with eyes filled of desire and shyness.
"Tell me the truth. You started exercising just because you felt i don't want you, haina? You did it to change yourself?" He asked gently. Thabal felt her heart thump at it. She couldn't find any words to reply. Hesitantly she nodded her head in 'yes'.
Vikram sighed and leaned forward to her, kissing on her lips.
"Tell me everything. Tumhe aapne aap mein kya kami dikhta hai. Sab bolo mujhe" he gently urged her, kissing on her jaw. Thabal closed her eyes for a moment before looking at his dark brown eyes.
"It's just i-i don't have the perfect body. Matlab you know, it's just not-" she couldn't complete further as she started fumbling, not able to find any words. Vikram shushed her by placing his thumb on her lower lip.
"You have the most fucking perfect body Thabal. Remember that. You are perfect to me. I haven't seen someone so much beautiful as you. Both inside and outside. Tumhari jaisi itni badi dil wali kabhi nahi dekha. Na hi kabhi dekhna chahunga. You are the most prettiest woman for me. And i am so fucking lucky to get you. You don't know how lucky I feel. I still wonder how i got a soul like you" he caressed the side of her scalp, slowly tucking her hair behind her ear. Thabal lowered her eyes, she couldn't bear looking at him.
His words did something to her. Thabal felt a lump form in her throat. It was a warmth that started in her chest and radiated to her very fingertips. For years, she had looked in the mirror and seen a mistake, a person who wasn't quite enough to be loved. But looking into Vikram's eyes, she saw a reflection she actually liked.
"Haa. You know, i am quite insecure of myself. I have so much lacking in me. Bachpan se hi mere liye utne suppoters thhe nahi, jo mujhe cheer up kare ya mujhe bole ki 'i am enough'. That 'i am the best'. Bobok aur pupu toh bachpan pe chale gaye. Chiche got busy in studies, leaving me with no one but my parents" she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.
Vikram's expression hardened for a split second with a fierce, protective rage toward anyone who had made her feel small. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, his nose brushing hers gently.
"You are worth everything Thabal. You are the only thing that matters to me. You are enough. You are the best. The best thing that ever happened in my life" he murmured, his breath fanning over her lips.
He shifted his weight, pulling her closer so that her head rested on his shoulder. His hand continued to caress her hip in a slow, soothing rhythm, making her feel grounded and safe.
"I don't want you to change a single thing. Not for me, and definitely not for people who don't deserve even the dust of you. Tum meri ho, aur mein bas tumhara. Tumhari har ek saash meri hai. Tumhara har ek inch mera hai. And i love you. I love you so much just like how you are" he confessed honestly, his voice went deep and husky.
Thabal let out a long, shaky breath, finally letting the last bit of her insecurity melt away. She snuggled deeper into his side, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.
"I love you" she whispered against his chest. Vikram smiled, kissing the top of her head.
"Now let me show you how beautiful you are and how much i crave you" he whispered seductively and quickly ducked down his head in between her legs.
"Vikram!!" Thabal gasped in surprise. And soon it was followed by a chorus of moans. Vikram was addicted. She knew it. The once taste settled on his tongue so good, he was crazy for it now.
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By afternoon the air in Nashik was hot and heavy. Vikram stood by his jeep, leaning against the door with a cold, calculated look in his eyes. He had changed into his crisp uniform.
His eyes roam around as if searching for someone. He knew the person he was waiting for would be passing through this road. And he knew exactly how to break them. His fingers tapped slightly against his thigh, calculating every second.
Just then a car pull over. The window rolled down, revealing Ransh Malhotra. He looked at one of the inspector with eyes full of arrogance. Rolling his eyes, he took out some papers and handed it to him.
"Here, check it and leave me quick" he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. The inspector clenched his jaw at his attitude, but didn't said anything. But once he read the name his eyes widened in surprise.
Ransh Malhotra.
His shock expression suddenly turned into a mocking smirk. Now the attitude will be washed off. He looked at Ransh who was looking impatient to go.
"Sir ke pass jao" he signalled to him towards a jeep standing. Ransh frown at it.
"What? But kyu? I have all the documents and papers. Why will I meet your officer?" He asked confused and irritated. The inspector sighed and shrug his shoulders.
"Well you have to meet him. There is something in your papers which needs to be strictly seen by sir" he said simply. Ransh gritted his teeth in irritation, but nevertheless opened the door and walked out. He snatched the papers from the inspector and marched towards the jeep, where a tall and built man stood, facing his back to him.
As he reached the senior officer, he tapped his feet on the road impatiently.
"Mister, here are the papers. The inspector over there told me to approach you. Make it fast. I have an important thing to attend" he huffed. The figure stood still and unmoving for a moment. Before Ransh could snap it turned around facing him.
And now Ransh stood frozen. His eyes widened slightly. Vikram Sharma? Thabal's boyfriend. What the hell was he doing here?
"Hmm. Don't worry. I will make it quick" Vikram hummed mockingly and took the papers from him with a cold face. Ransh was still shocked. It was the first time he saw Vikram after that fight.
"By the way. Hope your bruises are better" Vikram said and Ransh was sure he saw a small smirk on Vikram's lips.
Ransh had a cast on his right arm. His nose was decorated by a band aid. He sure looked beaten up badly. The thought made him clenched his fist in anger.
"Shut the fuck up. Hand me the papers quickly" he hissed in anger. Vikram chuckled lowly and shook his head faintly.
"Umhm. For sure. It's all yours" he murmured.
"Except her" and that whisper made Ransh froze in his place. He glared at Vikram with a hateful gaze.
"Mind your fucking words" he spat bitterly. Vikram smirked and folded the paper slowly.
"I am. I am choosing my words very carefully Malhotra. I am stating the truth" he whispered in his deep voice, taunt filled his tone.
"She is mine. You think just because you took her, she is yours? No. She is mine. And i will fucking prove it. Just wait and watch. Woh khud chalke mere pass aayegi" Ransh seethed. Vikram let out a sarcastic chuckle at it.
"Achaa? Par kuch ghante pehle toh woh mere bahon mein thi. Mera chehra sehla rahi thi. Bol rahi thi mujhse kitna pyaar karti hai" he leaned forward slightly, poking his wound with his words. Ransh clenched his jaw at his words.
"You don't really know who I am. Bohot shauk haina khelne ka? Ab tu dekh. Tu bas dekh mein kya karta hoon. Meine apni chal challi hai. Ek ek karke tujhe khatam kar dunga. Aur Thabal bas meri hogi. You don't know my father-" as Ransh flaunted Vikram tched at it.
"Wahi same dialogue. Mera baap kon. Mera baap yeh. Mera baap woh. Are you trying to hurt my feelings Malhotra? Just because I am an orphan?" He asked, tilting his head in a mocking way. Ransh look at him with a glare. Before he could say anything more Vikram spoke again.
"Or don't you have any identity of your own? Duniya tumhe bas tumhare baap ke naam se janti hai. Na hi for the real you. Living under daddy's shadow till now?" He taunted. Ransh froze at it. And Vikram knew he hit a nerve.
"The great Harish Malhotra's son. Ransh Malhotra. Billionaire businessman's son. And him? Oh he doesn't have an identity of its own. Then how will he even protect a woman he claims to be his?" Vikram sneered with a smirk. Ransh looked at him with a murderous look in his eyes.
"You are just a servant in a uniform. My father can have you stripped of that badge by tomorrow morning. Tum jo apne aap ko bohot bade hero samajhte ho. Asal mein tumhari aukat hi nahi hai. You aren't even near my feet. You are a low life fucker " Ransh spat angrily.
"Maybe, but this low life fucker is the only one she lets touch her. This low life fucker is the one she trusts with her life. And you? You are so pathetic that she even feels disgusted at the thought of you" Vikram leaned towards him slightly with a smile which wasn't anywhere genuine.
"Dard ho raha hai Malhotra? Knowing that she will never want you? Knowing that you are nothing without your father's name. That you have no power of your own" Vikram let his cruel words pierced through him.
"You will die in your father's shadow, unwanted and forgotten by the only woman you ever craved, Ransh-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ransh roared. The dam finally broke.
The agonizing mental image of Thabal in Vikram's embrace merged into a single, blinding flash of white-hot rage.
Without any warning, Ransh swung his good left arm. It was a wild, desperate hook aimed straight at Vikram's smirk.
Thud.
The sound was sickeningly clear even on the busy road. A few people snapped their heads and gasped. Looking at the commotion. Vikram's head snapped to the left. But Ransh didn't stop. He started punching over Vikram's face, using his full force. As he wasn't a lefty, his punch wasn't that powerful.
A sharp trail of blood immediately bloomed from Vikram's lip. But he didn't move an inch back. He didn't even raise his hands to defend himself.
After landing a few more punches, Ransh finally stopped. He breathed heavily due to the adrenaline rush in him. His face red with anger. He finally let his frustration out. Also his revenge for beating him.
Terrifyingly slowly, Vikram turned his face back to Ransh. A sickening smile covered his face. A look that made Ransh's blood turn to ice. Vikram wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, looking at the red smear with a dark, satisfied chuckle.
"You saw that Raut?" He asked with a smirk.
"Yes sir. Every thing" the Inspector replied, putting his phone down. Something really precious recorded in the phone.
"Hmm. Daat deni padegi tumhari himmat ki Ransh Malhotra. On duty police officer pe haath utha diya?" Vikram tched and shook his head in fake pity. Ransh's eyes went wide. His hand began to tremble as the adrenaline crashed, replaced by a soul crushing realization. He looked at his own fist, then at the smirk that had been plastered at Vikram's face.
"What the fuckk!" Ransh muttered in disbelief. He was fucking trapped. It was a trap set for him and he fell in it.
"Also see. I have so many witness for me" Vikram shrugged casually. Ransh looked at his background and realised there were people watching them. Sweat started trickling down his forehead. He was fucking done for.
"Don't play games with me Vikram. You fucking provoked me-" Ransh gritted his teeth, a sense of fear build inside him, although he tried his best not to show it. He knew Vikram was a sick fucker. His ways were twisted.
"I was just discussing your papers, Malhotra. And then suddenly you started hitting me? Kya tumhe mujhse itni hi dushmani hai? Ki mujhe dekhte hi marna shuru kardiya?" Vikram raised his brow in a mocking manner. He stepped toward Ransh, the metal of the handcuffs glinting in the sun.
"Bula aapne baap ko. Dekhta hoon ab tumko kon bachata hai. Bohot ghamand tha na baap ke naam aur paiso se. Ab tumne mera feelings ko hurt kardiya hai Malhotra. I didn't plan this. But you brought it for him. After you get treated beautiful in the cell. I will hunt your daddy dearest" saying this he grabbed Ransh's good arm, twisting it behind his back with a brutal, efficient jerk that made Ransh yell out in pain.
Vikram cuffed his hand and dragged him carelessly towards his jeep. Pushing him inside, he got on his side and started the engine. Ransh continued thrasing and moving around. He blabbered nonsense and threatened him multiple times, but Vikram didn't give a heed. He drove towards the police station and parked his jeep in front.
The police station was buzzing with the usual afternoon chaos, but the moment Vikram stepped out of the jeep, dragging a disheveled, handcuffed Ransh by the collar, the entire station fell into a deathly silence. Every officer stood a little straighter, their eyes darting from the blood on Vikram's lip to the pale, shaking mess that was the son of Nashik's most richest businessman.
"Shinde. File an FIR. Section 332 and 353 of the IPC. Assaulting a public servant to deter them from duty" his voice boomed in the station. Shinde quickly nodded, taking out the FIR file.
"I will fucking kill you for this. Kahi ka nahi chorunga tumhe. Aesa ghasitunga ki tumhe apni aukat pata chal jayega" Ransh hissed, his voice trembling with anger. Vikram smirked at it.
"I like the courage. Keep it up. You will need it soon" with that he threw Ransh inside a cell, causing him to fall back on the ground, his back brutally thudding against the wall. He groaned in pain. He just recovered from the hits, and here come this.
"Rana, go. Tie him up properly" Vikram commanded. The constable nodded and entered inside the cell, tying Ransh's hands to a rod, with ropes. His arms were spread, as both his both hands were tied.
"Aghhh. Chhodo mujhe. Warna bohot pachtaoge. Chhodo!!!" He grunted in slight pain and anger. Vikram entered. He stood infront of Ransh, his face cold and unreasonable. He opened few buttons of his shirt and rolled his sleeves up properly.
"Ransh Malhotra. Tujh jaise nakara, nikamma aashiq kabhi dekha nahi meine. You claim to love her. And then you put her in trouble too?" Hearing this Ransh froze. He looked at Vikram with eyes slightly widened. His heartbeat thummed fastly.
"W-what. Kya bakwas kar rahe ho tum" Ransh gritted. Vikram looked at him with his jaw clenched.
"Photos tune hi diye the na sale?" And that made Ransh go numb. How did he know that? How? How could he even know that?
"You know what. She got beaten so brutally. She cried her lungs out. Her mother decided she would marry her off forcefully. She injured herself. She tried to run and got lost. She got sick and is having nightmares about it. And the credit goes to who?" Vikram asked with a raised brow. Ransh widened his eyes in shock. His lips parted a little.
"K-kya bol rahe ho. How can this happen? We clearly had a deal. Her mother said she will call Thabal home and marry her to me. How can she think of marrying her off to someone else" he stuttered in absolute disbelief. Vikram chuckled dryly at his words.
"Smart of you to actually believe her words" Vikram sighed and clutched a wooden rod.
Ransh was numb. He was hell shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. So Thabal's mother deceived him? She clearly told him that she will marry Thabal to him. Ransh closed his eyes in anger and betrayal.
"Now now. Tumhari khatirdari karte hai, nahi? The bruises and pain my Thabal felt. Let's imprint it on you too" Vikram didn't wait for an answer. The wooden rod swung through the air with a sharp whistle, connecting solidly with Ransh’s ribs.
Ransh let out a strangled scream, his body jerking against the restraints. The air left his lungs in a painful wheeze.
"That's for the nightmares she has every time she closes her eyes" Vikram growled, his face blazing with anger. He didn't stop. He moved with a cold, professional precision, striking Ransh's legs and midsection, avoiding the face just enough to keep him conscious but ensuring every nerve in his body was screaming.
Each strike was a calculated payment for the bruises Thabal had carried back from Imphal.
"Ahhhh! Stop stop-" Ransh yelled as Vikram continued smacking him loud. The sound of the rod hitting him was so loud that it made few staff hearing, flinch in pity.
"Fuckk! Fucking stop it!!" Ransh cried, tears flowing down his cheeks. His muscles were burning with pain. The pressure with which Vikram hitted was so high that Ransh felt his bones snapping in several pieces.
Shinde who mistakenly glance towards the site, recoiled and looked away. He could never get used to Vikram's violent ways. When he starts, he ends it so badly.
With every swing, Vikram wasn't just hitting Ransh, he was driving out the image of Thabal's tear stained face from his mind. He was paying back every second of the terror she had felt.
"Ahhhh. Ahanggggg" Ransh cried bitterly. Sobbing in between. His legs and arms were thrashing in pain, as if he wanted to escape this situation.
"You want me to stop?" Vikram's voice was eerily calm. He paused, the rod hovering inches from Ransh's trembling, bruised thigh. Ransh was a wreck. His shirt was torn, his skin was blooming with angry, deep purple bruises, and his head hung low, spit and tears dripping onto the cold concrete floor.
"Please. Just leave me. I-i won't repeat it again. I won't see her again. I won't be behind her anymore" Ransh wheezed, gasping air. Vikram chuckled slightly at it.
"As if I will let you ever see her again" he whispered mockingly. And then he slapped a hard one. Such harshly that Ransh felt all dizzy and blurry. His vision got blurred. His ears started ringing. He was almost close to losing conciseness.
Vikram grabbed a handful of Ransh's hair, forcing his head up so their eyes met. Ransh's gaze was unfocused, his pupils blown wide with shock and pain.
"Bohot ghamand tha na baap ke paiso ka? Police leke gayi toh kya huwa baap ka power chhuda lega. Haina? Tu dekh tere baap ko kaise mitti ke niche lata hoon mein. Bohot udh raha hai bhadwa" Vikram seethed and let go, Ransh's head slumped forward again, his body swaying weakly against the ropes.
"Rana" Vikram called out, his voice returning to its professional, authoritative tone. The constable stepped into the cell immediately, keeping his eyes averted from the mess on the floor.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Get the medical officer to patch him up. Jyada dekhbhal nahi karna hai. VIP nahi hai. Bas kal ke Magistrate's hearing ke liye hosh mein rehna chahiye" Vikram dropped the wooden rod. It clattered against the stone floor, the sound echoing loud and clear. Making the constable flinched at it.
Vikram stepped out of the cell, rolling his sleeves down and buttoning his cuffs with steady, methodical hands with a chillingly calm demeanor.
As soon as he went to his cabin. The officers started whispering lowly.
"Isne kya paap kardiya jo Vikram sir khud isko darshan de rahe hai?" An officer whispered with wide eyes.
"Aare woh unki girlfriend ka chakkar hai shayad. Suna nahi tune? He was saying something about some 'she' " another whisper yelled.
"Bas! Kam pe lago" Shinde silenced them. The officers quietened at it and nodded. Shinde didn't looked up at them, he continued analysing the files.
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Hii!!!
Sorry meine 4 5 din se koi update nahi diya🥲
The thing is 3 4 din se hamare idhar current nahi aaya tha because of heavy rain and hailstorm. Continuously 3 din tak baarish gir raha tha, as there was no current inverter bhi eventually low hogaya. And then battery ne bye² keh diya.
So i couldn't write anything😭😭
2 din Bina phone ke gujara hai. Damn! Aaj raat ko hi current aaya
Chalo hope you like the chapter
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Next wala bhi thoda boring hoga
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