The pantry was a narrow, windowless room smelling of dried spices. The moment the door clicked shut, the muffled sounds of the parents’ laughter and the crackling fire outside seemed to belong to another world. Kabir didn’t let go of her mouth; he pressed her back against the wooden shelves, the jars of flour and pulses rattling behind her head.

“I know maa ne tujhe kitchen me janeko bola hai”

“Han..”, she moaned

“You know what that means”

“What”

“We have got some time”, He said pushing his face in her neck.

“Ahh..kabir…nahi..koi aajayega”

“Aajane de..”

The darkness was near-absolute, save for the sliver of light beneath the door. Isha’s eyes adjusted slowly, finding Kabir’s face. He wasn't smirking anymore. He looked dangerous.

“Bohot maza aa raha tha?” he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek. “Mera pair tere pair pe... kaisa lag raha tha, Isha?”

“Shut up Kabir”

He captured her lips in a kiss that was less of a caress and more of a punishment.

“Kabir jaldi karo…koi aajayega”, she wanted to push him and go outside but she simply did not.

Isha’s hands flew to his chest, initially to push him away, but her fingers instinctively curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. The terror of being caught, of her father or Rihan walking in for ice was the very thing that made her blood turn into liquid fire.

“Kabir… please, someone will come,” she gasped against his mouth.

“Toh aane de. Let them see their little princess being handled like the slut she is,” he growled.

That word did something trigger inside her; for everyone else, she was an innocent little princess, but for him, calling her that made her stomach twist and crave for him more.

“Kabir jyada time nahi hai”, she moaned in his mouth.

“I know baby”, he reached down and bunched up her long white skirt, his hands moving with a rough urgency. He didn't bother with foreplay; he hooked two fingers into the side of her lace panties and ripped them. The sound of tearing fabric was tiny, but in the silence of the pantry, it sounded like a thunderclap.

Isha whimpered, her head thudding back against a shelf of jam jars. “No… Kabir, why did you tear it…god kabir you are impossible…”

“Exactly like this,” he rasped. He hiked her leg up, resting it on a sturdy lower shelf. He unzipped his pants with a sharp metallic rasp, his cock already raging and rock-hard.

He didn't enter her immediately. He took a handful of her hair, forcing her to look toward the kitchen door. Through the gap, she could see the flickering orange glow of the bonfire on the kitchen wall. She could hear her father’s voice, clear as day: “Kabir! Ice kahan reh gayi, bhai?”, his father was totally drunk now and so rest of all them.

“Jawab de use,” Kabir commanded, his voice a lethal thread of silk.

“I… I can’t,” she breathed.

Kabir leaned in and bit her earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin hard. “Jawab de, warna main abhi isi waqt isi halt me tujhe unke samne le javunga.”

Isha swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she shouted toward the door. “Uncle! Woh… woh ice jami nahi hai abhi…bus 10 mins aur…mai khana bana rahi hun..”

Outside, her father laughed. “Theek hai beta, jaldi lana!”

As soon as the words left her lips, Kabir slammed his hard cock into her tight pussy. The impact was so sudden and deep that Isha’s eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a choked, muffled scream into his shoulder, her body jolting against the shelves. A jar of honey tipped over, the thick liquid starting to seep out, but neither of them cared.

He began to fuck her with a rhythmic, violent intensity, his feet scuffing against the pantry floor. The contrast was insane, outside, the good life was continuing, full of whiskey and family plans. Inside this four-by-four room, Isha was being broken down into nothing but raw, gasping sensation.

“You’re mine,” Kabir hissed, his thrusts hitting her with a force that made her vision go dark.

Isha was sobbing now, the pleasure so intense it felt like pain. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails drawing blood on his shoulders. Her lips claimming his.

She felt the climax building, a tidal wave fueled by the fear of her father walking through that door and the absolute, terrifying love she was starting to feel for the man who was destroying her.

She came with a silent, body-shaking convulsion, her pussy clamping down on him so hard he let out a guttural groan. He followed her seconds later, his hot seed filling her, the sheer weight of him pinning her to the shelves.

For a moment, they just stood there in the dark, breathing in sync, the only sound the dripping of the honey and the distant, fading laughter from the fire.

Kabir pulled out, adjusted his clothes, and wiped a tear from her cheek with a surprising, brief tenderness that confused her more than his cruelty ever could.

“Ye pill lele”, he said pulling out a pill from his pocket.

“What’s this”, she said adjusting her dress.

“Contraceptive pill hai…lele varna pregnancy hojayegi”

“What! omg maine toh sucha hi nahi tha, thank god waise yaha aanese pehle mere periods huve the”

“Hmmm ab lele jaldi se”

“but iske side effects Kabir”

“Abhi ke liye vo mat soch…bus ye pills lele it’s not been 72 hours yet so we are safe”

“Alright,” she said, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulders. Kabir hugged her tightly.

“Chal ab…I’ll go outside, you handle the kitchen”

He grabbed the ice bucket from the counter, walked to the door, and looked back at her.

“Fix your hair, Isha. Everyone waits to see you as a 'good girl'.”

He walked out, leaving her alone in the dark, smelling of him, sex, and the sticky sweetness of the spilled honey.

She leaned against the wall, her legs shaking, realizing that the bonfire was still burning outside, but she was the one who had been consumed by the flames.