In the world of traditions and societal norms, there are some families that have held onto their customs for generations. One such family is that of the twin brothers, Ansh and Rudra, who are expected to marry the same girl, Naina, as per their fami...
As the first rays of dawn pierced through the cracks in the curtains, I awoke to a symphony of soft moans that filled the room. Rolling over, my gaze fell upon Naina, my wife lying beside me. Her lips were parted slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as if she had just endured an arduous battle.
Confusion washed over me as I noticed something amiss. Beside Naina, another figure stirred. It was Rudra, my twin brother, his body pressed close to hers. His lips were locked with Naina's in a passionate embrace, their tongues intertwining in a dance of desire.
As I watched Rudra's hands moved down Naina's body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. A guttural growl escaped my throat, and I could no longer contain my feelings .Reaching out, I pulled Naina away from my brother's clutches and held her close.
'Good morning, wife,' I whispered into her ear, my voice dripping with possessive intent. I kissed the nape of her neck, my lips lingering on the delicate skin. 'You belong to us and us alone.'
Naina turned towards me, her eyes still glazed with desire. She reached out and caressed my cheek, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. 'Good morning, husbands,' she murmured, her voice soft and sultry.
I blushed, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through me. For years, I had been consumed by the darkness that envelops our world. But being with Naina, I experienced a glimmer of peace, a sensation that had long eluded me. As I made my way to the breakfast table, I couldn't help but notice the tension in the air. Naina sat quietly, her gaze fixed on her plate of steaming aloo parathas. She seemed distant, lost in her own thoughts.
'So, wife,' I said, breaking the silence, 'what's on your agenda for today?'
Her voice was barely a whisper. 'I don't know.'
Rudra frowned. 'Why not?'
'I don't have any friends here,' she murmured. 'And there's no one to talk to.'
A pang of guilt washed over me. We had brought Naina into our world without giving her any time to adjust. She was a stranger in a strange land, surrounded by two enigmatic men who seemed to live in a perpetual state of danger.
'I was thinking of going to the nearby library,' Naina continued. 'To buy some books. Maybe visit my mother.'
I nodded. 'That sounds like a good plan.'
Rudra and I exchanged a brief glance. We had a meeting scheduled that morning to discuss our upcoming war with the Russian mafia. It was a matter of life and death. I said. 'We'll drop you off at your mother's place on our way out.'
'Oh, that would be great,' Naina replied, her eyes sparkling.
She excused herself to get ready, and Rudra turned to me with a knowing look. 'Why don't you kiss her in the morning?'
'I want her to take the first step,' I confessed. 'I know I like her dearly.'
Rudra nodded in understanding.
When Naina returned, she was dressed in a short skirt and crop top that accentuated her stunning figure. I couldn't help but stare, along with Rudra.
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'What?' she asked, her voice a mixture of amusement and uncertainty. 'Do I look bad? Should I change?'
'No, no,' I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. 'You look absolutely beautiful.' 'Then why are you guys looking at me like that?' she asked, a playful glint in her eye.
I couldn't help but smile. 'You know you're such a tease,' I said. 'You don't want us to leave because of you.
Rudra chuckled at my words, but Naina hid her face in her palm. 'I don't mean to tease you guys,' she said. 'I just like this outfit, so I wore it.'
'Well, let's go then,' Rudra said.
As we drove Naina to her home, she leaned forward and kissed Rudra on the cheek. Then, she turned to me and did the same.
'Please come back soon,' she said. 'And be safe. I want to go to the library with you guys.'
'We will, Na,' I said. 'Go enjoy with your family.'
As we watched her walk towards her house, However, our meeting that fateful day took an unexpected turn. As we strode into the grand hall where our underbosses awaited us, a familiar voice broke the silence.
'How is the Talwar princess?' Jatin, our underboss who oversaw the west, his eyes gleaming with malice. 'Did her pus*y worth this alliance? Perhaps we should bring her here and let us all inspect her worthiness.'
A surge of rage coursed through my veins, my blood boiling. My brother, Rudra, without hesitation, drew his knife and plunged it into Jatin's flesh. Blood gushed from his mouth as Rudra's rage consumed him.
'She is our wife,' Rudra growled, his voice like thunder. 'Who gave you permission to speak of her in such a manner?'
A wave of terror washed over the underbosses present. They trembled as they witnessed Rudra's unbridled fury. I raised my gun and fired a single shot, piercing Jatin's right leg. The pain sent him howling to the ground.
'We will not tolerate disrespect towards our family,' I declared, my voice unwavering. 'Naina is our beloved wife, and anyone who dares to insult her will face our wrath
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