DHANRAJ SINGH THAKUR x RAGINI SINGH
Book 2 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥
This story depicts 'beauty and the beast', where the 'beauty' is unaware of her healing powers and divinity, and the 'beast' gets enchanted by her powers, and transforms himself compl...
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"Dhanu!"
Bhaiya called me out lovingly, the faded steps of him approaching me were audible to me.
Albeit the door was locked, but I will have to open it the moment he knocks.
Fuck! I'm done now.
'knock knock'
"Open the door, Dhanu!"
He cooed from outside. I started collecting the papers and files quickly, but another knock disturbed me.
"Bhaiyaa!"
Fuck! This is Jai, and he is so blunt with me that I don't want to face him right now. He will tease me with Ragini's name in front of bhaiya.
"Coming!"
I exclaimed, keeping everything on the table, in quite a messed up state. I ran to the door, settling my hair with my fingers, and unlocked it finally.
"Why were you so late?"
Bhaiya groaned, getting inside my chamber. I turned around, and closed my eyes tightly deciphering how my brothers were gawking at the chamber.
"What the hell is this?"
Bhaiya enquired, pivoting his head into my direction. Jai started chuckling.
"Where is Ragini bhabhi? RAGINI BHABHI!"
He yelped, calling her out. Bhaiya strode to me, his expressions were scaring me.
"This is not done, Dhanu. Just because she is naive, you can't do this to her. She has a reputation. Why did you force her to do this here?"
Bhaiya scolded me in a low voice.
He called her naive. Naive! How do I tell him that she is not at all 'naive'. I felt like showing him her teeth and nail marks all over my body. She is wild, and I love her.
"She also wanted it, bhaiya."
I managed to mutter, with lowered gaze, but he twisted my earlobe instantly.
"Ouchhh!" I winced in pain
"She cannot say a 'no' to you because she is submissive. Dhanu, you should think of it."
He instructed me, and left my earlobe. I heard the sound of her anklet bells again. She was coming back to us, but her gait was a little different, quite obvious for my brothers to understand how wildly we had done that.
She was taking small steps deliberately, and my brothers also shifted their gaze to the tiffin instead of her, so that she didn't feel uncomfortable.
"Bhaiya, please take it."
She asserted, in her sweet melodious voice, unboxing the halwa. All of us washed our hands and began devouring on it like hungry unsophisticated kids.
