Yuvika was awkwardly standing among all the urban class educated doctors. She felt like the odd one out, so she stood quietly, her eyes searching desperately for her husband.

Suddenly came Dr. Grover. "Hello Yuvika."

Yuvika turned around and gave a small, hesitant smile to him. "Namaste, doctor sahab" ["Hello, respected doctor"] she greeted him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Grover smiled at her and said, "Yahan akeli kya kar rahi ho, Dr. Lakshya itni hot ladki ko akele chhod ke kahan chale gaye?" ["What are you doing here alone? Where has Dr. Lakshya gone leaving such a hot girl alone?"]

He flirted with her. Yuvika felt it awkward but she didn't know how to reply so she just awkwardly smiled and said, "Nahi wo aate hi honge" ["No, he will be here any minute"]

The man came closer to her—too close—and said, "To jab tak wo nahi aata tab tak tum mere paas raho, kyu rahogi na?" ["So until he arrives, you stay with me. You will stay with me, won't you?"] He smirked creepily and Yuvika didn't know what to do.

She was still young and naive. She thought this is how city people talk and she didn't want to embarrass Lakshya by saying anything rude to his colleague and a renowned doctor. So she just stood there, frozen, her smile crumbling at the edges.

The man then rubbed his chin and eyed her from head to toe, then continued, "Maan gaye Dr. Lakshya ko, dhundh-dhundh ke heera nikala hain unhone" ["I salute Dr. Lakshya. He searched and searched and found a diamond"]

Yuvika felt awkward. She wanted to run from there. She wanted her husband to come because she wasn't liking any of this—not the words, not the looks, not the way her skin was crawling.

The man continued, "Waise sach kahu to agar tum Dr. Lakshya ki nahi hoti to main tumhe apna bana leta." ["But honestly, if you weren't Dr. Lakshya's, I would have made you mine."]

Yuvika's hands fisted at her sides. She gulped hard. She felt extremely uncomfortable—trapped, exposed, humiliated. But before she could do anything, before she could gather the courage to step back or speak, she heard a voice—her relief, her rescue, her husband.

"Bulbul!"

She turned to see Lakshya standing there, his face unreadable.

On seeing Lakshya, Dr. Grover cursed under his breath and laughingly said, "Lo aa gaya tumhara pati humare beech mein" ["Look, your husband has arrived to interrupt us"]

Yuvika didn't reply to him. She simply walked towards Lakshya, a genuine smile blooming on her face at the sight of her husband. Her face was glowing because she felt rescued. She almost ran towards him, her heart pounding with relief.

But instead of holding her with love, he gripped her wrist—tightly. Iron-tight. Tight enough to break her bangles. And some of her bangles did break, scattering like shattered glass on the floor.

Then Lakshya started dragging her towards the washroom, his fingers digging into her skin.

Yuvika became frightened and said, "Ahh! Lakshya ji chhodiye mujhe lag raha hain" ["Ahh! Lakshya ji, leave me, it hurts"] Her voice cracked with pain and confusion.

But he paid no heed. His strides were long, merciless. She stumbled behind him, her sandals scraping against the marble.

"Kaha le jaa rahe hain mujhe?" ["Where are you taking me?"] she asked again, tears pricking her eyes.

Lakshya stopped at the washroom door, turned his head slightly, and with gritted teeth said, "Jahan teri aukaat hain" ["Where your status belongs"]

Yuvika was shocked to see the change in him. Her husband—her gentle, loving husband—was never this terrifying. The man pulling her now felt like a stranger. And for the first time that night, Yuvika realized she wasn't rescued at all. She had just walked from one cage into another.

Lakshya dragged her inside the washroom and pushed her against the basin, her face opposite the mirror. She saw the terrifying expression on Lakshya's face—his eyes dark, jaw clenched, nostrils flared. She had never seen him like this. The man staring back at her in the reflection was not the husband she knew. He was a stranger. A predator.

Then Lakshya picked up her saree, gathering the fabric roughly till her waist. Her exposed skin hit the cold air and she shivered—not from the cold, but from fear.

"Lakshya ji, yeh kya kar rahe hain aap?" ["Lakshya ji, what are you doing?"] she asked, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with terror in the mirror.

Lakshya leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, and with gritted teeth said, "Chup. Bilkul chup." ["Silence. Absolute silence."]

Yuvika's lips pressed together. Tears welled in her eyes. She didn't understand what was happening. She didn't know what she had done wrong.

Then he picked her one leg and placed it on top of the cabinet. Before she could understand what was happening, he opened his zip in an instant and inserted his cock inside her.

“Ahh!” she moaned, but it was a cry of pain. There was no lubrication, no preparation. Just raw, burning intrusion. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears spilled down her cheeks.

He didn't wait. He didn't pause. He started thrusting inside her animalistically—rough, fast, merciless.

“Lakshya ji dheere!” ["Lakshya ji, slower!"] she begged, her voice breaking.

But he paid no heed. His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin like claws.

Her face went downwards due to the overwhelming mix of pain and the unwanted, confusing pleasure building beneath it. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe.

Lakshya fisted her hair—hard—and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at the mirror.

“Yeh dekh. Kon chod raha hain tujhe, dekh.” ["Look at this. See who is fucking you."]

Yuvika's eyes met her own reflection. Her face was tear-streaked, her lips trembling, her bindi askew. Behind her stood Lakshya—her husband—his expression cruel, almost savage. She didn't recognize the woman in the mirror either. She looked broken.

He kept thrusting, not slowing down for even a moment, and continued speaking, his voice dripping with venom.

“Bohut hass rahi thi na uss harami ke saath?” ["You were laughing a lot with that bastard, weren't you?"] He yanked her hair tighter. “Tujhe kya laga wo tujhe pasand karta hain?” ["What did you think, that he likes you?"]

He pounded harder with each word.

“Tujh jaise gaon ki kaali dehati ko koi doctor pasand karega?” ["Will any doctor like a dark village woman like you?"] He laughed—a cold, cruel laugh. “Tujhe theek se bolna tak nahi aata. Bolte huye sau baar haklati hain.” ["You don't even know how to speak properly. You stutter a hundred times while talking."]

Yuvika's lip quivered. Each word was a slap. Each thrust was a punishment.

“Gawar hain tu. Gawar. Samjhi?” ["You are illiterate. Illiterate. Understood?"] He leaned closer to her ear. “Aur muh dekha hain tune apna?” ["And have you seen your own face?"]

She sobbed quietly, her hands gripping the edge of the basin for support.

“Duniya bhar ki daag aur gandegi tere muh pe hain. Tujhe to koi aadmi ghaas bhi na de. Aur wo doctor hai.” ["The world's filth and spots are on your face. No man would even offer you grass. And he is a doctor."] He thrust deeper. “Teri kismat achi hain ki maine tujhse shaadi kiya. Warna koi ache ghar ka aadmi tujhe shaadi nahi karta.” ["You are lucky that I married you. Otherwise no man from a good family would marry you."]

Her heart shattered into a million pieces. She stared at her reflection—her dark skin, her face with pox spots, her tears. Is that what he really thinks of me? The man who was supposed to love her, protect her. The man who had held her hand during their wedding. The man who had promised to cherish her.

But he didn't stop. He kept pounding inside her, using her body like it belonged to him—because in his mind, it did.

“Thodi si attention kya mil gayi, tu to apna aukaat hi bhool gayi.” ["You got a little attention and you forgot your status."] He growled, gripping her hip with his free hand. “Bhool mat. Tu kiski hain.” ["Don't forget. Whose you are."]

He sped up his thrusting, his breathing ragged, then demanded, “Kiski hain tu? Bata.” ["Whose are you? Tell me."]

Yuvika bit her lips. The heartbreak, the pain, the unwanted pleasure—everything was too much. All she could do was moan, her body betraying her mind.

Lakshya fisted her hair harder, yanking her head back until her neck strained. “Bata. Kiski hain tu?” ["Tell me. Whose are you?"]

“Ahh… aap… aapki hoon main…” ["Ahh… you… I am yours…"] she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

“Kon tera maalik hain?” ["Who is your owner?"] he asked with gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Ahh… aap…” ["Ahh… you…"]

“Main kon?” ["Who am I?"]

“Umm… aah… aap Laks… Lakshya ji…” ["Umm… ahh… you Laksh… Lakshya ji"]

“Bohut badhiya.” ["Very good."]

With that, he gave one final, deep thrust and came inside her. She felt the warm rush deep within her. He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily, then pulled out.

His cum leaked out of her pussy, dripping down her inner thigh.

Yuvika stood frozen, her saree still hiked up, one leg on the cabinet, her body trembling. She stared at her reflection in the mirror—the tears, the smeared kajal, the broken woman staring back at her.

Lakshya calmly fixed his clothes, zipped his pants, and straightened his shirt. He didn't look at her face. He didn't touch her gently. He just stepped back, washed his hands at the adjacent sink, and looked at himself in the mirror—smoothing his hair, adjusting his collar.

Then he finally glanced at her through the mirror. His expression was cold, empty.

“Apne aap ko theek kar aur panch minute mein bahar nikal.” ["Fix yourself. Come out in five minutes."]

He walked out without another word, the door clicking shut behind him.

Author’s Note- Hello my lovely readers, I hope you enjoyed the prologue! If you did, don’t forget to share your thoughts in the comments — I’d love to hear your views and reactions.

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