Aira

As I cleaned the dining table and quickly finished the dishes, my legs trembled with each step I took toward his room. My mind was racing - what would he do now?

I stood in front of the door, clutching the doorknob, heart pounding wildly in my chest. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to go near him. Not again.

But do I even have a choice?

He’d already told me to come to his room ASAP.
And since yesterday, it was technically my room too.

Swallowing down the noise inside my head, I turned the knob and stepped in.

There he was - standing tall in the balcony, shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. One hand held a glass of whiskey, the other tucked into his pocket, veins prominent under the moody glow of the city lights spilling through the glass doors. Shadows clung to the sharp lines of his body like they feared him too.

Then his voice cut through the silence.

“You’ve been quieter today,” he said, stepping toward me. His body towered over mine until I instinctively took a step back.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the sharpness of alcohol hung heavy in the air.

“Learning your place, finally?”

I said nothing. I didn’t nod. Didn’t disagree. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of submission, but I couldn’t afford to provoke him either.

I just looked down, clutching the hem of my dress.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers. His touch was firm, claiming.

“I like obedience,” he murmured.

“I’m not a toy,” I whispered. My voice wasn’t loud - but it was steady.

His eyes darkened instantly.

“You are,” he said simply. “You just haven’t accepted it yet.”

My jaw clenched.

He noticed. Before I could react, he cupped my neck and pulled me closer. I could feel his breath - warm, intoxicating, heavy with whiskey. His fingers gripped possessively, like he owned me already.

“Since you came here, I’ve been too soft with you. Gave you too much freedom,” he growled against my skin. “That ends tonight.”

Then he pushed me gently, but firmly, onto the couch. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap.

One hand rested on my waist, the other slid slowly to my inner thigh. My breath caught. My cheeks flushed. My heart threatened to break out of my chest.

I stared at him wide-eyed. Nervous. Blank.

He read every emotion on my face like a book. He always did.

“As I said, your freedom ends tonight,” he said, voice calm yet deadly. “I have some rules you’re going to follow. If you don’t… you’ll regret it.”

I swallowed. “Okay,” I nodded, eyes still down.

Then he began.

Rule No. 1 – “You will ask permission before leaving the house. Every. Single. Time. I don’t care if it’s for air or your mother. I own your time now.”

Rule No. 2 – “You will be up by 6 AM. I don’t repeat myself. I don’t wait. Your day starts when mine does.”

Rule No. 3 – “All meals must be ready according to the chart. Served hot. Served by you. You don’t just feed my hunger. You obey it.”

Rule No. 4 – “No locked doors between us. Not the bedroom. Not the bathroom. Nowhere. Privacy is a luxury you gave up the moment you signed that contract.”

Rule No. 5 – “You will not speak to any man unless I allow it. Especially not him. I don’t share. Not glances. Not smiles. Not conversations.”

Each rule was a dagger, each word cut deeper than the last.

Rule No. 6 – “No lies. No secrets. No pretending. If I even sense dishonesty, I’ll break you before you can blink.”

Rule No. 7 – “And the last, but not the least - and the most important one: You’re mine. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. Everything in between. Forget that, and I’ll remind you the hard way.”

He leaned in closer, rubbing the side of his nose along my neck.

“Break a rule…” he whispered, “and I won’t punish you like before. It’ll be worse.”

“Are all the rules clear now?” he asked softly, darkly.

“Yes,” I nodded, swallowing hard. What else could I say?

But a question burned inside me. And I asked it before I could stop myself.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?” he said flatly.

“Why did you choose me for this contract? I mean-”

He cut me off sharply. “You don’t get to question that. You’ll know the answer only when the time comes.”

“But- ”

He raised his brow and I fell silent immediately. I swallowed every word that was about to leave my lips.

He smirked, grabbing my waist tightly. I flinched at the sudden ache.

Then he let go.

I got up from his lap, still trembling. My legs felt weak.

“C’mon,” he ordered, “change into your nightwear and come to bed. I’m waiting.”

“Hmm,” I nodded and walked to the closet.

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Karan

After dinner, I stood in the balcony, the glass of whisky warm in my hand.

Today had been chaos. I hadn’t even had time to breathe. Just one patient after another.
Blood. Screams. Scalpel. Sutures. Repeat.

People call it saving lives.
I call it surviving chaos.

I hadn’t sat down all day. My shoulders ached. My feet were numb. 

And just when I thought the storm might ease…they rolled in a girl who reminded me of Aira.

Pale. Quite. Fragile.

I paused just for a second. Just enough to feel something I shouldn't.

But I swallowed it down.
Because I'm a surgeon.

And surgeon's don’t get the luxury of falling apart.

Not in front of blood.
Not in front death.

~~~~•••~~~~

The door clicked.
There she was - my Aira.
Everything else….vanished.

God, even her silence gets under my skin. Even in this house - my house - she moves like she doesn’t belong.

But she does.

She’s mine.

I had to lay out the rules tonight. She needed structure. She needed control.

She needed to know exactly who she belonged to.

I walked to her, letting my presence press down on her like gravity. She took a step back. That fear? That awareness? I love it.

Fuck, I love it too much.

Her scent - soft and addictive - hit me hard. My cock stirred immediately.

Every cell in my body screamed to grab her, to kiss her like the world was ending. I wanted to tie her hands above her head, make her scream my name between breathless moans. To make her beg me to go deeper… and then beg me to stop.

Focus, Karan. Not now.

I pulled her to the couch and sat her on my lap. If I couldn’t take her tonight, I could at least hold her like this.

I watched her - nervous, wide-eyed, cheeks flushed.

Perfect.

I told her the rules. Slowly. Clearly. Her breath hitched at every one. And it turned me on more than I care to admit.

She nodded like a good little girl, and fuck, I had to control myself from bending her right there.

Later.

I told her to go change.

A few minutes later, she came back - wearing my choice: fluffy pink pajamas and a white T-shirt.

She looked…adorable.

She climbed into bed, leaving distance between us. I watched her carefully, what she's doing. Cute.

But that’s not how it works, baby girl.

You are mine. And you can't stay away from me. I'll make sure of that.        
“Aira,” I said firmly. She turned to look at me.

“Come here.”

She obeyed, lying on my chest. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

She's so warm. And soft. I love touching her. Her heartbeat fluttered against my ribs.

I pressed a kiss to her temple.

She didn’t flinch this time.

“Good night, angel,” I whispered.

“Good night,” she replied, voice soft like a whisper in the dark.

Mine.

All mine.

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