Meanwhile outside the bedroom, Shaista's parents stood in stunned silence for a long moment.
Her father stared at the closed door, still processing the scene he had just witnessed. He had always believed Arahan was the bully, the one controlling her daughter. The rumors in school had painted that picture clearly.
But now… now he wasn't so sure.
He rubbed his face tiredly and muttered, "I thought that boy was bullying her."
His wife gave a small, knowing shake of her head.
"Impossible," she said quietly. "Look again. It's the opposite. Our daughter has been the one holding the reins all along. She just… let him think he was in charge."
Her husband grunted, unable to argue. He sighed, shoulders dropping. "I can't say anything anymore," he admitted. "You were right."
His wife placed a gentle hand on his arm.
"Let them figure it out. They're young. And… maybe they're good for each other."
They walked away slowly, leaving the bedroom door closed behind them.
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Inside the room, Shaista stood with her arms crossed, staring at Arahan.
At first she had thought he was the dominant one, bold, fearless, the kind of boy who took what he wanted and made everyone fall in line. She had let him dominate her, let him think he owned her, because part of her enjoyed the game.
She had even imagined that if she ever beat him down, really put him in his place, he would still stand tall, still challenge her, still be the same unbreakable Arahan.
But in one single moment, everything shattered.
The confident boy who looked like he owned the world had crumbled into a tearful, pleading mess the second she raised her voice.
And strangely… She found it adorable.
He looked like a cute, scolded pet now, eyes red, cheeks wet, voice small and shaky.
She tilted her head, studying him.
"So," she said, voice calm again, "you want to study here… or come to Calcutta with us?"
Arahan swallowed.
"I want to study here," he said weakly.
"Really?" Shaista asked, raising one eyebrow.
"No—no, I want to go to Calcutta," he corrected instantly, voice cracking.
Shaista's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.
She stepped closer and patted his head gently, like she would pat a puppy who had finally learned to sit.
"Don't worry," she said softly. "I just got angry in the heat of the moment. But after calming down… I understand."
She brushed a tear from his cheek with her thumb.
"You study here. Finish your graduation. And when you're done… you come to Calcutta. To me."
Arahan blinked up at her, eyes wide.
"Really?"
"Really," she nodded, her smile softening into something almost tender.
Hearing that, Arahan's face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds.
He leaped forward into her arms, wrapping himself around her tightly and burying his face in her neck. Then he started kissing her.
Shaista laughed, and hugged him back, letting him cling.
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Following that, Shaista's parents left the two of them alone.
They knew that moving to Calcutta permanently would take at least two, maybe three years, until Arahan finished his graduation proved himself capable of responsibility, and came for her properly, ring in hand. For now, they had no choice but to let the young lovers have this final week together.
Her father gave one last long look at Arahan, warning still in his eyes, then turned to his wife.
"Let them be," he muttered, voice heavy with resignation. "They've already crossed every line. One more week won't change anything."
Her mother only smiled faintly and nodded.
"They're young," she said quietly. "And love like that… Better they burn it out now than carry regrets to Calcutta."
They packed a small bag, said they were visiting relatives for a few days, and left the house keys with them.
Shaista turned to Arahan.
The moment the latch clicked, the air shifted.
She stepped forward slowly, eyes locked on his, the earlier anger and embarrassment gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier.
She reached up, fingers curling into the front of his shirt.
"Fuck me senseless," she whispered, voice low and deliberate. "Fuck me until I can't walk straight. Breed me with your child. Fuck me so many times this week that even when I'm in Calcutta, miles away, months later, I still feel you inside me. I want to be so full of you that every step reminds me who I belong to."
Arahan's breath caught.
He didn't hesitate.
He grabbed her waist, lifted her against him, and carried her straight back to the bedroom।
The first round was on the floor, right inside the doorway. He didn't bother with the bed. He tore her clothes off with rough, impatient hands, shoved her thighs apart, and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. She cried out in half pain, half pleasure, as he set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming forward, balls slapping wetly against her.
"Take it," he growled against her neck. "Take every fucking inch. I'm gonna pump you so full this week you'll be leaking me for months. Gonna breed this tight little cunt until it swells with my kid."
Shaista's nails raked down his back, legs locking around his waist.
"Yes—yes—breed me… fill me… don't stop… make me yours forever…"
He fucked her through her first orgasm, then flipped her onto her stomach and took her again from behind, hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so he could whisper filth in her ear.
"Feel that? That's my cock owning you. This pussy's gonna be dripping my cum every day this week. By the time you leave for Calcutta, you'll be so sore, so marked, you'll feel me in every breath."
She came again, harder, screaming his name into the pillow.
They didn't stop.
Round after round.
Bed. Couch. Kitchen counter. Bathroom sink. Back against the hallway wall. Even the veranda at 3 a.m. under the cover of darkness, her moans muffled against his palm while crickets sang around them.
He fucked her slow and deep in the mornings, lazy, possessive strokes while sunlight poured over them.
He fucked her fast and rough in the afternoons, bent over furniture, legs spread wide, leaving handprints on her ass and bite marks on her thighs.
He fucked her long and relentless at night, hours of edging, teasing, denying her release until she begged, sobbed, clawed at him, promising anything if he'd just let her come.
Every time he came inside her, deep, hot, thick, he whispered the same promise।
"This is mine now. This womb. This body. This life. I'm breeding you, Shaista. And when you go to Calcutta, you'll carry my child… and you'll carry me with you every single day."
By the end of the week she could barely walk.
Her pussy was swollen, red, constantly leaking. Her thighs were marked with fingerprints and hickeys. Her voice was hoarse from screaming his name. She moved like she was made of glass, every step a reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed her.
The morning her parents were supposed to return, she stood at the mirror, naked, legs still trembling, running her fingers over the faint bruises on her hips, the bite marks on her breasts, the sticky trails of dried cum still between her thighs.
Arahan came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.
"You'll remember this week," he murmured. "Every time you sit, every time you walk, every time you touch yourself in Calcutta… you'll feel me."
Shaista turned in his arms, eyes shining.
"I already do," she whispered.
She kissed him slowly, deep, and possessively.
"And when you come for me after graduation," she added, voice low and certain, "you'd better be ready to do this again. Every night. For the rest of our lives."
Arahan smiled against her lips.
"Promise."
They dressed slowly, her wincing with every movement, him helping her with gentle hands.
When her parents' car finally pulled into the lane later that afternoon, Shaista was already packed.
But the glow on her face, the slight limp in her step, the secret smile she couldn't quite hide, they told a story no one needed to ask about.
She was leaving. Shaista stared out the window at the blurring fields, her hand resting unconsciously on her still-flat belly.