Rajveer's pov-
As soon as we came into my room I left his hand. He needs to understand that he doesn't need anyone's permission for coming with me Or being with me. He just needs my permission. No worries, he is an obedient boy, but now he will be obedient to me.
He was looking around my room curiously, maybe because it's the first time someone has entered my room other than my parents and Richa maa.
Soon his back collided with my chest. He instantly made a distance between us. It triggered me, I didn't like it. As this reminded me of neel.
I took steps towards him, and he kept taking steps back, he is just making me lose my temper by doing this.
His movements came to halt as his back touched the wall. I snaked my arm around his waist and pulled him closer.
He gasped, and said "Rajveer bhai, please aap yeh kya kar rahe hain?".
It snapped me to my worst. I will show him who I am exactly to him. I will claim all my rights to him and make him forget everyone else other than me. He is tied to me for a lifetime. I was thinking all this while staring at him intensely.
He just looked down, unable to hold my gaze on him.
Shhh.. apne husband ko bhai bulate hain"?
As he widened his eyes as if realizing what he said was not right. But was not replying. I will show him how to obey me.
I just picked him up by his thighs and sat on the edge of bed, with him on my lap in a straddling position.
He gasped at our closeness and looked at me lips slightly parted in shock of the position we are sitting in. As soon as he tried to move, I tightened my grip on his waist and thigh.
Now say, who am I to you Ansh? Answer me... My voice was firm. This boy needs to learn.
I tightened my hold on his waist, and took my lips near his lips, so he could feel my breathe on his lips.
He shivered, but answered, my husband.
I asked again, who are you?
This time he answered, Ansh.
ansh what?
Ansh Malhotra. (Oh boy, how wrong he is)
I emphasised each word for him, "you are ANSH RAJVEER SINGHANIA".
Do you get it baby?Answer me.
He just nodded without looking up.
You are my husband Ansh. You don't need someone's permission to hold my hand or to go with me. Do you understand?
He just nodded. Words Ansh I want words.
Ansh, " I understand "
Good, now go freshen up.
Ansh, " I don't have clothes"
I just grabbed my T-shirt and shorts for him. He went inside the washroom.