Page 125 of The Royal Beast & His Caged Princess

All the staff and people present there were shocked to see a lady with the BEAST as he never visited any of his hotel chains witha lady, he came for visits or for any deals, but never for having a pleasant dinner... looking at Isha, everyone understood that she is his wife, Abhyansh made sure that no other outsider or customer is present in the restaurant as he didn't want to risk Isha's safety, if his rivals knew about him spending quality time with his wife, they would certainly get the importance of his wife in his life. He made sure that his visit was kept low...

They came back from dinner, he asked his wife not to decorate the room, he didn't reason and thankfully she didn't ask him. He didn't want to scare her by explaining about intimacy right away, he wanted to take it slow and make her completely comfortable with him. He wanted to kiss her many times after their first kiss but she never let him, he is growing impatient with every second, after tasting her once, he got addicted and couldn't stop himself but every time he tried, she turned her head or ran away from there, at first he thought she is shy but later he realized she still needs time to accept him.

Isha changed into a white cotton saree with black border on it, pairing it with black blowse and came out, he got changed into his tracks and walked out of the closet when he saw her arranging the blanket on the floor... he decided to talk to her about their sleeping arrangement... even though she started talking to him and behaving normally,they continued sleeping on the floor... he felt an invisible line and hesitation in her behaviour, he thought she still needs some time to accept him as her husband and decided to give her the time.

"I need to talk to you, come here...", he said taking her to the couch, she sat with a confused face... "I have two things, firstly, you don't have to get uncomfortable with me, wear your pyjamasat night, sleeping in saree is a bit uncomfortable for you, I can see it", he said

"I'm fine Rana sa... I'm comfortable in sarees anyway...", Isha said looking down, though they started conversing with each other casually, it still made her awkward and strange talking with her husband, it feels very weird when he talks to her like a normal person...

"Look at me", he said and she raised her head to look at his face... "I know you are comfortable in sarees, but you are more comfortable with your pyjamas, so wear them, though you look ravishing in sarees, your comfort is my priority, so wear your pyjamas to sleep from tomorrow", he said looking at her intently, which made her blush...

"Okay, what's the other thing", she asked softly...

"Let's sleep on the bed, I don't want you to suffer", he said and she looked at him, gone was her blush, and shyness, he saw something different in her eyes but couldn't depict what it is, but he knew it's definitely not a good feeling...

"Maharaj... I don't want to sleep on the bed", she said softly and he fumed in anger...

"Why are you hell-bent on suffering yourself??", He asked her hardly controlling his temper...

"I...I couldn't sleep on the bed", she repeated...

"But why?? Forget it Isha... today is our anniversary, let's start things afresh, I'm sorry I treated you that way, don't hurtyourself more, let's end this here hm??", He said softly but his words for some reason anguished her...

"I can't forget Maharaj... I still remember how you threw me on the floor like I was a piece of dirt, I remember the bed burning in flames here in the very same place, and how I cleaned the ash the next morning along with my broken self... I wanted to forget, really I do, but I couldn't, I couldn't forget how you thrashed my burning self on the floor, I would have died that night if I didn't take the medicine or if I hadn't slept on the bed, I can't help but remember those horrible nights looking at it... I... I can't sleep on the bed Rana sa, not willingly at least, please understand", her tone became vulnerable at the end, his face paled hearing her, and anger ran through his veins for himself... the fact that there was a time when he behaved like an animal with his wife brought an inexplainable amount of fury to him but he didn't understand how to correct his wrongdoings...

She wanted to ask him the reason for his behaviour but she couldn't dare to, she didn't know how he would react. She never wanted to bring their past into the discussion but she couldn't forget it either... she wanted to forget and forgive him, wanted to start afresh with him but she didn't know how to do that, to either forget or forgive, it's important for her to know the reason behind her husband's behaviour, she believed he had a strong reason for his behaviour and the truth would justify his actions, maybe she unknowingly caused so much pain or loss to him, thought she, though she couldn't understand what?? She decided to ask her husband the reason for his behaviour, one day for sure...

She avoided whenever he tried to kiss her after their first kiss as she was constantly reminded of his words saying he wouldn't gofor sl*ts like her... his crude words are not justifiable in any way as she is not like that, she didn't deserve to be called a sl*t and he broke her heart that night, she was still okay when he made her his slave but the moment he called her with that word, she broke, she wanted to know the reason for his behaviour, until then she couldn't wholeheartedly give a chance to her marriage, though she now knew she would never want to get out of the marriage, she couldn't live it fully too.

"Go and sleep", he said softly, she nodded and lay on the floor, the thought of him hurting himself crossed her mind and she got worried...

"Rana sa... you too, come and sleep", she said sitting in her place

"Hm... I'll just come", he said getting up and walking towards the door, he needs to get his frustration out before it comes out in any other way that could possibly hurt his wife...

"Don't hurt yourself, please", she requested, he turned to her in surprise, how did she know he is going to do exactly that... he saw her teary eyes and all his fury evaporated and concern took its place... he sat beside her on the floor...

"Stop worrying... I won't hurt myself", he said gently cupping her face...

"Then don't go...", Isha said holding his large palms on her face...

"Try to understand Isha, I need to get this anger out... I am afraid I will hurt you again...", he said, and she shook her head...

"Please... no, don't go, you won't hurt me...", she said

"How are you so sure??", He asked her, yes he wouldn't hurt her now, not physically at least, he loved her too much to do that but he wanted to hear from her about what made her believe that??

"The extreme anger you are experiencing now is because of the pain of hurting me in the past... you won't hurt me again Rana sa... I know, I just know", she said taking his palms off her face and holding them in between her palms calming him...

"I hurt you too much, didn't I??", Abhyansh asked, suddenly she heard slight vulnerability in his tone before he masked it with his cold tone...

"I didn't want to say all that, I'm sorry, I don't want to remember all that, it's just...", she started, she felt guilty to even raise that topic, she never wanted to hurt him, or make him feel guilty, that's not her, though rightfully she should have...

"Too hard to forget, I understand, okay it's late, sleep", he said making her lie down on her pillow... "andRani sa...don't apologize, you were never at fault, it's all me...", he added, he wanted to go out but she didn't leave his hand, his lips twitched upwards a little, his wife cares for him too much, more than he ever deserved... he lay beside her pulling her into his arms, she blushed looking down, avoiding staring into his mesmerizing eyes, he kissed her forehead...

"Sleep now...", he said and she closed her eyes and soon dozed off... he carried her to the bed and made her sleep on it gently, stared at her face for a few minutes before leaving to the back palace... he started taking out his anger on the punching bag as he didn't feel like getting in contact with any human or even Sharah or Veera...

His every punch got stronger than the previous one, with all the incidents where he had hurt his wife, and scarred her for life kept revolving in his head... he remembered how he pushed her on the broken glass pieces, how he burned her skin with a hot burning watch, made her hold hot vessels, cook with her injured palms, threw her out of bed, insulted her with words, threw the bundle of cash on her face, or called her that word. His deeds never let him in peace, he remembered the pain he gave his wife at least once in a day, and the regret he had is getting hard to handle, it too grew along with the love he had for his wife, the only thing that kept him sane or prevented him from harming himself is her serene and smiling face, her company, her happiness. But, when he heard the pain in her words, he couldn't stop himself...

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