Aakash forces his girlfriend

Sanya had never questioned Aakash’s little requests before. When he casually said, “Sanya, mere saath barbershop chalogi? Mujhe haircut lena hai,” she didn’t think much of it.

She should have.

Her waist-length hair, silky and smooth, had been her pride for years. She loved the way it swayed when she walked, how it framed her face, how she could run her fingers through it endlessly. But today, none of that mattered—because she was sitting in a barber’s chair, caped up, completely at Aakash’s mercy.

Her hands were trapped under the thick black cape. The mirror in front of her showed her anxious face, framed by her cascading dark locks. The barber stood beside her, scissors in hand, waiting for Aakash’s instructions.

“Aakash, please…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Aakash leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “Bas relax, jaan. Tumhe mujhpe bharosa hai na?”

She swallowed hard. “Mujhe lambe baal pasand hain…”

He chuckled, his fingers playing with the ends of her long hair. “Mujhe bhi pasand the… par ab garmi aa rahi hai. Time waste bhi hota hai. Pehle halka karte hain, dheere-dheere.”

And with that, he nodded at the barber.

Step 1: Waist-Length to Bra Strap

The sharp sound of SNIP! cut through the air.

Sanya gasped as the first massive chunk of her hair tumbled onto her lap before sliding to the floor. Her breathing grew shallow. She watched in horror as the scissors worked their way up, cutting off years of patience and care.

“Dekho, kitna halka lag raha hai na?” Aakash teased, picking up a severed lock and letting it fall through his fingers. “Ab shayad thoda manageable ho jaye.”

Tears welled in Sanya’s eyes. “Bohot chhota ho gaya…”

Aakash wiped a stray tear from her cheek and smiled. “Arre, abhi toh sirf halka kiya hai! Tum itni sundar ho, Sanya. Tum kuch bhi carry kar sakti ho.”

Her freshly shortened hair barely touched her bra strap. It was still long, but nowhere near what it used to be. She took a shaky breath. Maybe this was it. Maybe he just wanted it more manageable—

“Ab ek achha sa bob bana dete hain,” Aakash’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Her heart sank.

Step 2: Chin-Length Bob

The scissors started snipping again, taking off more and more hair. Sanya could only watch as the sleek, precise cuts turned her long, flowing hair into a sharp chin-length bob.

Her bottom lip trembled.

Aakash tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him instead of the growing pile of hair on the floor. “Itna cute lag raha hai! Itni chhoti si lag rahi ho. Ab toh aur bhi zyada pyaari.”

She sniffled. “Aakash… bas, please…”

He hummed, running a hand over the back of her head. “Hmm. Yeh bhi achha hai, lekin ek problem hai.”

She blinked up at him in confusion.

“Itne chhote baal ab baandh bhi nahi sakogi. Phir pasine mein chipakenge gale pe. Phir pareshaan hogi,” he reasoned. “Chalo, thoda aur chhota kar dete hain, taaki problem hi khatam ho jaye.”

Her heart pounded. “Nahi, ab aur nahi!”

But Aakash had already given the instruction.

Step 3: Ear-Length Bob

The cold steel of the scissors touched her nape, and within moments, more of her hair tumbled away. The sharp bob that had barely touched her chin was now rising higher, exposing her delicate neck, leaving her ears completely visible.

Sanya squeezed her eyes shut. “Aakash, please bas ab!”

He cupped her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that spilled freely. “Shh, jaan. Tumhe dekhna chahiye apne aap ko. Kitni adorable lag rahi ho!”

She dared to peek into the mirror.

She barely recognized herself. Her face looked rounder, more open, more vulnerable.

“Ab toh sirf ek aur step bacha hai,” Aakash murmured.

Her stomach clenched. “Aur kya bacha hai?!”

He grinned. “Pixie cut.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

Step 4: Feminine Pixie Cut

The barber wasted no time. The scissors danced through her hair, cutting off the last remnants of her bob, turning it into an undeniably short pixie.

Sanya sobbed. She could feel her scalp now, could barely grasp any hair between her fingers. “Aakash, please, bas…”

He tilted her face up, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Bas ek aur step, jaan. Ab itne chhote ho hi gaye hain toh thoda aur chhota katva ke dekhlo ek hi baari mein, fir lambe kar lena.”

Her whole body shuddered. “Nahi, Aakash… please…”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Step 5: Punishment—Super Short Pixie

“Acha theek hai,” Aakash said with a sigh. “Bohot complain kar rahi ho na?”

Sanya nodded rapidly, hoping he would finally stop.

“Toh ab punishment bhi milegi.”

Before she could react, the barber picked up the clippers.

“BZZZZZZZZZZ!”

Sanya’s eyes widened in horror as the vibration tickled her scalp.

The clippers moved over her head, shearing everything down until her hair was so short, she didn’t even need a comb.

The sound of the clippers filled her ears, drowning out everything else. She felt completely exposed, completely helpless.

Tears streamed down her face as the last strands of her once waist-length hair hit the floor.

Aakash smirked, rubbing a hand over her freshly buzzed nape. “Itna achha lag raha hai, jaan. Na comb ki zaroorat, na zyada dhyaan dene ki. Bas uthna aur ready ho jaana.”

She hiccupped, her body trembling.

“Shh, bas,” he murmured, wiping her tears gently. “Baal hain, wapas ug jayenge. Abhi dekho, kitni pyaari lag rahi ho. Ab aur bhi special, kyunki sirf main tumhe aise dekh sakta hoon.”

His fingers traced the freshly buzzed sides of her head, making her shiver.

“Bas chhota hi rakhna padega,” he whispered. “Hamesha.”

Sanya swallowed hard.

She knew she belonged to him.

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