Sofia's pov

The relentless work was starting to wear me down. Despite my love for the job, the constant pressure was becoming overwhelming. I head down on my desk, I needed a break, a moment to breathe. With a heavy sigh, I headed towards Ansh's office.

A pressing issue had arisen with the Italian companies we were dealing with. They had yet to complete their transactions, causing a significant delay in our operations.

He was there, standing by the window, a file clutched in his hand. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt, a stark reminder of his imposing physique. I couldn't help but admire him, but I quickly shook my head. Now wasn't the time for admiration. I had work to do.

"Boss-" I began, my voice barely above a whisper.

His sharp gaze snapped to me, freezing me in place. Those cold, calculating eyes always had a way of making me feel exposed, vulnerable.

"There's a small problem-" I started, but before I could finish, he moved.

The door slammed shut behind me. My heart jumped. He had locked us in. No interruptions. No escape.

My breath hitched. "A-Ansh?"

He ignored me. In a swift movement, he swept the papers off his desk and grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward.

Before I could react, his strong arms lifted me, and in seconds, I was seated on his desk, my legs spread apart, his body pressed between them.

"Tell me, little wife," he murmured darkly, his fingers brushing my collarbone before swiftly unbuttoning my shirt. "Is this how you come to report problems? Looking all helpless? Trembling before me?"

His lips descended on my neck, marking me without hesitation. His hands were everywhere,rough, demanding, possessive.

He didn't ask. He took. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, exposing my neck. His lips trailed down my skin, leaving a trail of fiery marks. With a swift movement, he lifted my skirt and removed my panties, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, though I knew he had seen me like this before. But after so long, the intimacy felt raw and intense.

I stretched my arms behind me, surrendering to the moment. His manhood pressed against my entrance, a familiar sensation that both excited and intimidated me. The initial discomfort was quickly replaced by a surge of pleasure as he slowly entered me.

"Always so quick to surrender," he taunted, his breath hot against my ear. "You fight me with words, but your body already knows who it belongs to."

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

But he knew. He always knew.

He thrust harder, his movements growing more aggressive. I couldn't help but moan his name, "A-Ansh-" I gasped as his teeth scraped against my pulse.

"Take it like a good girl." he hushed me, his grip tightening around my waist.

A shiver ran down my spine. Memories flashed through my mind-of all the times he had used me to vent his frustrations. And yet, here I was, trapped again in his intensity, unable to escape the dominance he exuded effortlessly.

"You walked into my office, distracting me. Now, take responsibility for it, wife." His voice was a low, menacing growl against my ear.

I whimpered as he pushed deeper, his movements rough and merciless.

"A-Ansh... please slow down." I whispered.

He stilled. But his grip on my waist only tightened.

"Did I give you permission to tell me what to do?"

I swallowed hard. "No-"

His lips curled into a smirk. "Then act like it."

Finally, we were done. Both of us were panting heavily, our bodies drenched in sweat. As we lay there, I could feel his hot breath on my collarbone. "Isn't it the solution to your problem?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

I was speechless. His words, though harsh, held a grain of truth. In that moment, in his arms, all my worries seemed to dissipate.

He slowly removed his manhood clenched inside my walls , taking a moment he removed a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned my thighs. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to his usual rough demeanor. For the first time, I felt a sense of pleasure, a connection that transcended the physical.

I was feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. He sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

I adjusted my skirt, my body still trembling from the intensity of his touch. My fingers shakily buttoned my shirt as I glanced up, my heart stuttering at the CCTV camera positioned in the corner. Had it captured everything?

A wave of panic surged through me as I turned back to him.

Ansh sat in his chair, watching me with a slow, knowing smirk.

His dark eyes flickered toward the camera before meeting mine again. "Worried someone might see?" His voice dripped with amusement, his fingers lazily tracing the armrest of his chair. "Let them."

Slowly, deliberately, he pulled out his phone, pressed a button.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You think I'd let anyone see what's mine?"

His fingers tightened around my jaw, forcing me to face him.

"Every inch of you belongs to me, Sofia. No one gets to see you like this. No one but me." His control was absolute. "And if you ever forget that, I'll carve the reminder into your skin."

His power suffocating. And I had no choice but to surrender.

"What was the problem?" he asked, his gaze shifting to the file I had brought.

"The Italian companies haven't completed their transactions yet," I explained "It's causing a significant delay in our operations." I said while giving that file to him

"Consider it done. By tomorrow morning, they'll either pay... or regret breathing."

I nodded, knowing better than to ask how he would handle it.

I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.

"Next time..." His tone was low, dangerous. "Come to me with solutions. Not complaints."

I fled before he could trap me again.

Back in my cabin, I delved into the work, scrutinizing every detail. A sense of unease crept in as I discovered a security breach. Someone had accessed the server, potentially compromising our sensitive information. Panic set in as I realized the severity of the situation. If this information leaked, we will face a big loss.

I quickly sought help from Antonio, our tech expert. Within half an hour, he had traced the intrusion to a fake email address. Finally the culprit is here my eyes shocked after seeing the name, Kiara!. Shock and disbelief washed over me. Why would she do something so reckless and harmful? She knows her brother still she did a stupid act.

I decided to keep the incident with Kiara a secret from Ansh. I wanted to confront her directly, alone. As we drove home, I couldn't shake the strange feeling that had crept over me after our encounter in the office. His unexpected gentleness had left a lasting impression.

I found Kiara in her room. "Hey Kiara," I greeted her

"straight to the point?" Her response was cold, mirroring Ansh's aloofness after all she's his sister

I'm not gonna take this shit from everyone now she has to be respectful enough If I am "I hope you know your brother very well" I said, my voice stern.

Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. "So, you're trying to intimidate me with your so called husband? We all know how that marriage came about except ma and dadi" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I was shocked it means they all knew how Ansh has married me but not even Vikram( father in law) took a stand for me he's a gentleman, he treats me like his own daughter but why he never bothered to ask me if he knows already?.

Keeping my thoughts aside "Do you want me to reveal your dirty game to Ansh, or would you prefer to handle this yourself?" I asked, my voice firm.

She was visibly shocked. She hadn't expected me to know about her actions. Stumbling over her words, she managed to say, "Don't try to come between me and my brother."

I responded firmly, "I won't, as long as you stay out of his business."

"Delete whatever data you have about our company right now," I demanded, my voice firm.

She hesitated, a flicker of fear in her eyes. Then, she pulled out her laptop and began to delete the incriminating data. Once it was gone, she shut the laptop with a decisive click. I left the room giving a victory smirk which must have triggered her.

But I was continuously thinking with whom was she going to share that data?I knew I had to discuss this with Ansh. He needed to know about Kiara's actions. If he finds out later,he will pull out his anger on me.

I went to the bedroom, but he wasn't there. Assuming he was in his study, I decided to rest. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist. His head rested on my chest, his breathing steady and deep. I let him sleep, knowing it would be futile to wake him.