Author’s POV

Atharv had agreed without hesitation—any punishment she wanted.

Now, sitting in the middle of their bedroom, wrists tied neatly to the arms of a chair with her silk scarf, he realized he might have underestimated Adhvika… badly.

The mirror on the ceiling reflected his own smirk slowly fading as she disappeared into the walk-in closet. He could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the soft hum of her voice under her breath. Every passing second tightened the coil of anticipation in his chest.

The door slid open.

First Dress – The Black Slip

She stepped out in a black satin slip dress that clung to her like liquid shadow. Thin straps slid carelessly off her shoulders, and the fabric dipped low at the back, leaving far too much skin for his already restless gaze.

His jaw tightened.

Atharv: That’s not fair, Sunflower…

Adhvika only tilted her head, walking past him deliberately slow, letting the faint scent of her perfume trail over him. She turned just enough for him to see the faint smirk before disappearing back into the closet.

Second Dress – The Red Lace

This one was bolder. Red lace, sheer enough to tease yet stitched in all the right places, wrapping around her curves like it had been made just for her. The hem stopped dangerously high, and the plunging neckline was almost criminal.

Atharv shifted in the chair, his knuckles whitening around the armrest. His breathing had grown heavier, and the smirk had completely vanished, replaced by something darker, hungrier.

Atharv: You’re enjoying this way too much…

Adhvika: It’s a punishment, Atharv. I’m supposed to.

Third Dress – The Silver Spark

The next dress shimmered under the soft light—a metallic silver number, short and backless, with thin chains instead of straps. Every step made the dress catch the light, drawing his eyes to every curve, every movement.

He tried to lean forward instinctively, only to be reminded by the tug on his wrists that he wasn’t going anywhere. The frustration etched into his features only made her smile wider.

Atharv: You think I’m the one being punished… but when I’m free—

Adhvika: If you’re free.

She winked, then vanished again.

Fourth Dress – The White Temptation

This one almost broke him.

A soft, white, body-hugging dress with a high slit that climbed far too high up her thigh, the neckline plunging into dangerous territory. She looked like both innocence and sin wrapped into one, the kind of vision that could undo a man in seconds.

Atharv’s throat worked visibly as he swallowed, his gaze dragging up and down her body like he didn’t know where to land. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.

Atharv: Sunshine, untie me. Now.

Adhvika: Not yet.

Her smile was pure mischief, but her cheeks were slightly flushed—she wasn’t entirely immune to his stare either.

Fifth Dress – The Final Blow

When she stepped out this time, his breath actually caught.

It wasn’t really a dress—it was a deep emerald green robe, silky and loose, tied at the waist with a delicate ribbon. But with every step she took toward him, the fabric shifted, offering fleeting glimpses of bare skin underneath.

She stopped right in front of him, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from her.

Atharv: Adhvika…

His voice was low, almost a warning, almost a plea.

She leaned down, placing her hands on the arms of the chair, her lips hovering near his ear.

Adhvika: Consider this your reminder… not to ride that bike so recklessly.

She straightened, her smile slow and deliberate. His eyes were locked on her, the muscles in his jaw flexing as though he was using every ounce of restraint he had left.

Adhvika turned to walk away, but his voice stopped her.

Atharv: Untie me… and I’ll show you exactly how much I’ve learned my lesson.

The way he said it made her pause for just a second. Then she smirked, stepping back into the closet, leaving him there—bound, restless, and very aware that she had just won this round.

Adhvika was halfway back into the closet, clearly satisfied with her victory, when she heard it—the distinct sound of silk giving way.

She turned just in time to see Atharv rise from the chair, the knot she’d so carefully tied now hanging loose from his wrist. His movements were unhurried, but his eyes… his eyes were locked on her like a hunter who’d just cornered his prey.

Adhvika: That’s— that’s cheating.

Atharv: No, Sunshine… that’s balance.

Before she could retreat, he was already in front of her, one hand braced against the doorframe, the other curling around her waist. He pulled her gently but firmly toward him until her back pressed into the cool surface of the closet wall.

Atharv: Five dresses… five rounds of pure torture. Your turn.

Her breath hitched when he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice low and rough.

Atharv: You thought I’d just sit there and take it? Hmm?

She tried to steady her voice, but it still came out softer than intended.

Adhvika: It was a punishment…

Atharv’s thumb brushed slowly along her jawline, tilting her face up toward him.

Atharv: And now it’s my turn to decide yours.

His lips found hers in a kiss that was slow at first—taunting, coaxing—before deepening with the kind of hunger that made her knees weaken. His free hand trailed down her side, mapping the shape of her through the thin silk of the robe she still wore.

When he finally broke the kiss, it wasn’t to let her go—it was to trail his mouth along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She shivered, her fingers instinctively curling into his shirt.

Atharv: Every one of those dresses… I wanted to touch you. And you knew it.

His voice was velvet and steel, sending heat racing through her.

He took the ribbon at her waist between his fingers, tugging it just enough to loosen the knot, the robe parting slightly. His gaze dipped, and his smile turned wicked.

Atharv: Now, Sunshine… I get to see what you were hiding from me.

She tried to push back playfully, but he caught her wrists—not harshly, just enough to remind her she wasn’t in control anymore. Guiding her backward toward the bed, he leaned down again, his forehead touching hers.

Atharv: We’ll call this… lesson one.

And from the look in his eyes, she knew there would be more lessons to come—each one slower, more deliberate, more undoing than the last.

Atharv didn’t rush.

Every movement, every touch was deliberate—a promise that she wasn’t just being touched, she was being known.

The robe had long since pooled at her waist, forgotten in the molten heat of his touch—every glide of his palms charting her skin as if he were carving her into memory again, deeper, sharper. His lips, his fingers, his voice—each moved in a perfect, unrelenting rhythm, drawing out every sound, every tremor she thought she could hide.

Adhvika’s head tipped back against Atharv’s shoulder, her breath uneven. His hand slid over the curve of her hip, venturing down her thigh before tracing its way inward. He didn’t rush; he never did when he wanted her undone slowly. His fingertips ghosted over her folds, testing, teasing—claiming.

Her breath caught, a low moan tumbling free before she could stop it. Her lashes fluttered open, and the sight in the ceiling mirror stole the rest of her air—his tall, broad frame caging her from behind, his dark eyes locked entirely on her. Not on their joined bodies. Not on his hands. On her face. On the way she reacted only for him.

Atharv’s gaze was molten in the reflection, a silent dare and a silent promise all in one. Look at yourself. Look at what you are with me. His thumb circled her clit slowly, languidly, until her hips shifted in search of more. He smirked against her jaw, the movement sending a shiver down her spine.

“Mine,” he murmured, not as a claim but as a fact—unchallenged, undeniable.

When his fingers finally breached her, it wasn’t gentle—it was slow, deliberate, his gaze never breaking from hers in the mirror. Every twitch of her muscles, every arch of her back, he caught and stored away like it belonged in a vault only he could access.

Her lips parted, a whisper of his name escaping.

Atharv: Louder, my little flower.

The way he said it—low, rough, certain—wasn’t a request. It was an order, and in the mirror, she could see exactly how much it turned him on when she obeyed.

Her heat pooled on his fingers and she drops herself on him. Panting.

Atharv: Breathe, Sunshine… I’ve got you.

Her heartbeat slowly steadied against him. He pressed a kiss to her hairline, his voice dropping to that softer register she only heard when it was just the two of them.

Atharv: You okay?

She nodded against him, too warm, too safe to bother with words.

For a long time, they stayed like that—her tracing lazy patterns on his chest, him absentmindedly brushing his thumb along her arm.

Then, just when she thought the moment had settled into quiet comfort, he broke it with a sly grin.

Atharv: You know… you’d look even better like this in white

Adhvika lifted her head, squinting at him.

Adhvika: White?

Atharv: “Mm-hm. Covered in white, of mine.

She smacked his chest lightly and rolled her eyes.

Adhvika: Bhakkk.

He caught her hand mid-swat, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, that dangerous smirk returning.

Atharv: Tharv.

Adhvika frowned. What?

Atharv: That’s what you’ll be moaning in the shower tomorrow.

Her cheeks heated instantly, and before she could hide it, he chuckled low, clearly savoring her reaction.

Atharv: Sunflower… you started this game. I’m just making sure I win.

He laid both of them on the bed after cleaning her.