An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Arjun’s Ultimatum

Arjun’s eyes locked onto Meera's, a cruel glint flashing dangerously as he leaned closer. His breath was hot. His chest heaved against hers, their bodies drawn taut in a moment stretched between dominance and dread.


For a moment, there was only silence—dense, suffocating.


Then, his lips curled into a sinister smirk, and he murmured against her ear, his voice dipped in menace.

“Agar tu mujhe woh nahi degi jo main chahta hoon…”
[If you won’t give me what I want...]

“…toh main Riya ke paas chala jaunga.”
[...then maybe I’ll go to Riya instead.]


Meera’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened with horror, every muscle in her body tensing. Riya—her sister-in-law, so sweet. The image of Arjun even thinking of Riya that way made Meera’s stomach churn.


“Nahi…” she gasped, her voice barely audible, trembling with fear and desperation.

“Arjun, please… Riya ko mat chhoo na.”
[Please… don’t touch Riya.]

He watched her unravel, her defenses cracking just as he expected. He leaned in again, his lips ghosting the edge of her jaw, a possessive fire flickering in his eyes.


“Toh tu samajh gayi na?” he whispered, fingers digging slightly into her hips.

“Usse bachaane ka ek hi tareeka hai… tu khud mujhe sab kuch de de.”

[Then you understand, right? There’s only one way to protect her… You give yourself to me, completely.]

He lifted her slightly, pressing her back firmly against the cold wall. His fingers trailed along the edge of her blouse, slow, deliberate—his breath now warm against her collarbone.


Meera closed her eyes tightly, shame and helplessness flooding her as her resolve teetered. The feel of his touch, the heat of his breath, the danger in his words—each moment felt like a trap tightening.


She wanted to scream, try to break free, but above all… she wanted to protect Riya.


And Arjun knew that.


Meera felt like the walls were closing in—the weight of Arjun’s threat hanging over her like a noose. Her instinct screamed to run, to resist, to cry out. But his words gripped her tighter than his hands ever could.


“Agar maine mana kiya… toh woh Riya ke paas chala jaayega…”
[If I refuse… he’ll go to Riya…]


The terrifying truth left her breathless. The thought of Arjun even laying a finger on Riya, made Meera’s insides twist with rage and dread.


Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away.

“Thik hai,” she whispered, her voice barely escaping her throat.
 
“Bas… Riya ko mat chhoo na.”
[Fine… just don’t touch Riya.]

Arjun’s smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. “Good girl,” he murmured smugly, his grip tightening her waist. “Itna mushkil toh nahi tha, hai na?”

[See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?]

Then his lips came down—rough and possessive—trailing along her neck, leaving behind shudders rather than warmth. Meera closed her eyes, her breath faltering.

Arjun wasn’t done.

His voice slithered against her ear, dark and biting.

“Waise woh junoon jo tune Vikram ko dikhaya tha na… wahi chahiye mujhe bhi.”
[That same passion you showed Vikram… I want that too.]

“Main sab dekh chuka hoon, Meera. Mujhe pata hai tu kya kya kar sakti hai.”
[I saw everything. I know what you’re capable of.]

His hands glided down the silky fabric of her nightdress, fingers digging into her hips with commanding force.


“Sirf acting se kaam nahi chalega. Mujhe sab kuch chahiye… tera har ang, har lamha, har saans.”
[Going through the motions won’t work. I want it all… every inch of you, every moment, every breath.]


Meera’s heart thudded wildly, his words crashing against her sanity. That passion… the memory of losing herself with Vikram came back, twisted now by guilt and manipulation. That had been a strategic surrender, calculated in a dangerous game.


But this? This was coercion cloaked in lust.


“Main… main acting nahi kar sakti,” she faltered, her voice barely steady. “Yeh sab... aise bas nahi hota.”
[I… I can’t pretend. This isn’t something I can just turn on.]


Arjun's eyes darkened, jaw tightening as his grip turned bruising.


“Tere paas koi choice nahi hai,” he growled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes.
[You don’t have a choice.]


“Wo junoon tu mujhe de degi. Jaise tu uske saath thi… mujhe bhi wahi chahiye. Main dekhna chahta hoon tujhe bhi waise hi toot-te hue.”

[You will give me that passion. I want to see you fall apart for me like you broke for him.]


Meera’s breath hitched, the room spinning momentarily as she gathered every strength she had left.


If this is what it takes to keep Riya safe… then so be it.


She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with reluctant submission, masking her revulsion behind a veil of forced surrender.


“Thik hai, Arjun…” she whispered, almost inaudibly. “Jaise tu chahta hai.”
[Fine, Arjun… just as you wish.]


But inside… her soul screamed.


Slowly, with deliberate control masking trembling fear, Meera let her hands glide up to Arjun’s shoulders. Her fingers trembled slightly as they rested there, but she forced herself to steady her touch—to play the part he demanded.


She lifted her eyes, letting them meet his, offering him no truth but a lie dressed in desire. A flicker of fake want, framed with just enough fear to excite him.


“Thik hai,” she breathed, voice barely steady.
“Main sab kuch doongi tujhe… bas Riya ke paas kabhi mat jaana. Uske saath koi khel nahi, koi naatak nahi.”
[I’ll give you what you want… but promise me—you’ll never go near Riya again. No more games with her.]


Arjun’s lips curled into a slow, arrogant grin. Victory painted across his face.


“Done deal,” he muttered, before crashing his lips against hers—hard, bruising, possessive. There was no tenderness, only dominance. His hands clamped around her hips, dragging her body flush against his with brute force.


Meera kissed him back, her lips moving with forced fire. Her mind screamed with every second, her dignity slipping like sand through her fingers. She let her hands roam over his chest and shoulders, performing for his ego, buying Riya’s safety with each degrading motion.


Arjun groaned, the sound low and guttural against her lips. “Bas yahi chahiye tha mujhe,” he whispered hungrily, his hands sliding up her sides, fingers grazing the thin nightdress clinging to her.


[That’s it… That’s what I wanted.]

“Wahi junoon, wahi lagan. Bilkul jaise uske saath tha…”
[That same passion… just like with him.]


Her heart pounded wildly, each beat a battle against the shame rising inside her. But she knew what he needed—a performance. And she would give it.


Her hands trembled as she reached for the buttons of her nightdress. One by one, she undid them, watching his face as each inch of skin was revealed. His eyes darkened, nostrils flaring, gaze fixed on her like prey.


When the last button came undone, Meera paused. A deep breath steadied her, and then slowly, she let the fabric fall from her shoulders. The nightdress slipped down her body, pooling silently at her feet. She stood there, bare, exposed.


Arjun’s eyes widened, and a dark hunger surged in them. His chest heaved with anticipation, his hands flexing at his sides.


Meera stepped forward, reaching for his hand with an eerie calm. She guided it upward—deliberately, slowly—until his palm pressed against her breast. His fingers twitched, then tightened instinctively, greedily.


She locked her gaze with his, her voice silk-wrapped steel.


“Chhoo mujhe… mehsoos kar,” she whispered, feigning heat lacing her tone. “Yahi toh chahta tha na tu?”
[Touch me… feel me. Isn’t this what you wanted?]


Arjun let out a deep, guttural groan. His fingers squeezed, molding against the softness now offered to him. His other hand slid down to her waist, gripping possessively.


“Haan… ab tu samajh gayi hai,” he muttered with a twisted sense of pride. “Ab tu de rahi hai mujhe woh sab jo main deserve karta hoon.”
[Yes… now you understand. Now you’re giving me everything I deserve.]


Meera swallowed the revulsion burning in her throat, keeping her face calm, her eyes fixed on his. The mask of seduction never slipped—not even for a second.


Because this wasn’t about giving in.


It was about survival.