Karan was completely drunk - not from the liquor alone, but from the boiling rage that burned inside him since the café.

The image of her sitting there, smiling, letting him tuck her hair… it replayed like poison in his mind.

His hands gripped the wheel too tightly. The car swerved down the road, dangerously fast, tires screeching as he overtook every vehicle like they were nothing. His vision blurred at the edges, but the fury kept him sharp.

He reached the main gate and slammed the brake. The guard, startled, rushed to open the gate.

Karan stepped out - his stride sharp, shoulders stiff, a devil in motion.

Jaw clenched. Eyes storming.

The guard stuttered, “W-What happened, sir?”

Without warning, Karan raised his hand and slapped him hard, the sound cracking through the air. The man hit the ground with a grunt.

Karan didn’t stop.

He grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up like a ragdoll. “Why the fuck do I pay you, huh? What the hell are you guarding? You’re here to make sure no one leaves or enters without my permission!”

The guard trembled. “B-But sir, no one came or went out today. I-I was just sitting in my cabinet.”

Karan’s rage burned hotter. “Oh really? No one left?”

He pulled out his phone and shoved the screen in the guard’s face - the CCTV footage played, clear as day, showing Aira slipping through the gate.

The guard’s face paled.

Karan’s voice dropped into venom. “This is what I pay you for? To fucking sleep?”

“S-sir, I’m so sorry. Please… it won’t happen again—”

“Yeah,” Karan spat coldly, letting go of his collar. He took a step back, fixed his sleeves with slow precision, brushing invisible dust from his shirt. “I know it won’t happen again.”

The guard’s hope flickered.

“You’re fired.”

“WHAT?!”

The guard dropped to his knees, grabbing Karan’s feet. “Sir, no! Please - please, I need this job! I promise, I’ll never make this mistake again- ”

“Don’t fucking touch me, you motherfucker!” Karan snapped, kicking him hard in the chest.

The man fell back with a grunt, coughing in the dust as Karan walked past him without a glance, his footsteps like thunder as he entered the mansion.

The door slammed open with a brutal force, rattling on its hinges as if protesting his wrath.

Karan stormed in - his jacket clutched in one hand, shirt unbuttoned halfway down, revealing the hard lines of his chest and the veins pulsing with fury. His sleeves were rolled up, forearms tense. His hair - messy, wild, damp with sweat. He reeked of alcohol and rage.

His eyes flicked upward - to her room.

And then he moved.

Fast.

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Aira lay curled on the bed. The book had slipped from her fingers, now resting forgotten beside her. Her shirt rose gently with each soft breath. For the first time in days, her face looked calm. At peace.

But peace never lasts here.

The door slammed open with a deafening bang.

Aira jolted upright, heart leaping into her throat.

“K-Karan…?”

She barely whispered his name, but he was already inside - and hell followed him.

Just like a storm crashing through still waters, Karan reached her in a breath - towering over Aira with eyes that burned straight into her soul.

Her breath caught. Fear slid down her spine like ice.

But still, with every ounce of courage she could summon, she stammered out,
“W-What happ-eened?”

Before the final syllable left her lips, his hand wrapped around her jaw - tight, brutal. Her lips parted in a gasp, and though the sting brought tears to her eyes, she refused to let them fall.

“K-Karan, what are you doing? Let me go,” she pleaded, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, trying to push him away.

But he didn’t loosen his hold.

Instead, his voice dropped into something low and venomous.
“Did you have fun today?” he seethed, jaw clenched, eyes flashing. “Huh?”

Her heart thundered in her chest. “W-What are you talking about?”

“At the cafe,” he growled, the words nearly spat. “Laughing. Smiling. Letting another man touch you.”

Aira froze.

Her body turned to ice.

“…You were there?” she whispered.

His grip tightened just slightly, just enough to make her flinch.

“Yes, baby girl,” he sneered, his breath hot against her face. “I was there.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, finally falling down her flushed cheeks.

“Karan, please - please let me explain. You’re misunderstanding--”

“The hell I am,” he snarled. “I saw you with him. With his hand on you.”

“I-I just wanted to see my mom,” she tried again, voice shaking. “And while coming back, I--”

“Who the fuck gave you permission to leave this house without asking me?” he cut in, his tone rising like a thunderclap.

Another tear escaped.

“Didn’t I make myself clear?” His voice darkened further. “No secrets. No outside contacts. No lies.”

She clenched her fists at her sides and forced herself to speak back.

“Y-Yes… but… you never said I couldn’t leave.”

He released her jaw only to slap her across the face - a sharp, stinging blow that made her fall sideways onto the bed.

“Don’t play smart, Aira,” he shouted.

Dizzy from the hit, she barely had time to react before he grabbed her by the arm, yanking her upright like she weighed nothing.

“K-Karan, please stop… listen to me, please-” she begged, voice trembling.

But he didn’t hear her. Or maybe he didn’t care.

He dragged her down the hallway, straight into his room, and tossed her onto the massive bed like a rag doll.

Aira scrambled backward, her hands gripping the sheets as she stared at him in pure fear. Karan stood there, shirt unbuttoned, chest heaving, his eyes never leaving hers.

Then, slowly, he sat at the edge of the bed. His voice came out low and deadly.

“Strip.”

She blinked, disbelieving.

“Karan… please, just listen- ”

“I said, strip.”

His tone snapped like a whip, and she jumped.

Shaking, crying softly now, Aira began to remove her clothes. Her fingers trembled as she peeled away each layer, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Karan watched her with a dark hunger, every movement feeding the fury inside him.

When she stood in nothing but her undergarments, she dared to whisper, “P-Please, Karan--”

“I said everything,” he growled, cutting her off. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her body trembled as she obeyed, slipping off the final pieces of clothing, standing exposed in front of him - vulnerable, afraid, ashamed.

Karan rose slowly. He walked toward her, his gaze raking over every inch of her skin. There was no warmth in his eyes. Only power. Only possession.

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down across his lap.

Her gasp was strangled.

Her bare skin met his thigh, and then--

Spank.

A sharp pain exploded across her exposed ass. She cried out.

“Count,” he said darkly.

“O-One…” she whimpered.

Spank.

“Louder.”

“O-One!” she gasped louder, her tears now falling freely.

Two....Three.... Four… Every strike was harder than the last, and he made her count each one.

By the time he reached ten, her sobs were ragged, and her legs trembled. He let out a low exhale, grabbing her ass with a possessive hand before finally setting her on her feet.

She immediately wrapped her arms over her chest, shrinking in on herself.

Karan’s voice came quiet but sharp. “Will you leave this house again without my permission?”

She nodded quickly.

“Say it.”

“…No,” she whispered.

He hummed with dark satisfaction. “Good. You’ll sleep in my room from now on.”

And with that, he turned away, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

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She dropped to her knees the moment he disappeared. Her body trembled, fingers clutched the carpet as if it could hold her together.

She cried silently for several minutes before gathering what was left of herself and pulling her clothes back on. Every movement burned. Her skin ached. Her soul ached more.

She crawled into bed, curling under the cold sheets. Her body still throbbed with the memory of his punishment. Her butt-chick was still paining with those spanks.

She didn’t know when sleep came.

But it did -
it carried her into darkness.

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Author :- Ohh...he is cruel.

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