"Run as fast as you can, cause if you got caught, you will be fucked, hard."
"I won't say, let me love you. I prefer, Let me fuck you to the extent that you will lose your voice"
They are the notorious twin brother of Anderson family.
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Devisha Malhotra, affectionately called 'Devi didi' by the children at the 'Lovely Home' orphanage, was a pillar of sunshine. With her bright smile and infectious laughter, she brought warmth and joy to their lives. Each day, she would weave tales of faraway lands, paint vibrant pictures on the walls, and play hide-and-seek in the corridors, her heart overflowing with love for these children who had lost so much.
She had been called for an interview at a prestigious Company, a chance to become an independent girl and build a life for herself as well as for the children of the orphanage. This was her dream – to work with children, for their betterment and upliftment.
But, as she was about to leave, a tiny hand tugged at her sleeve.
"Devi didi, you said you will play with me today, now where are you going?"
It was Ishani, a little girl with eyes as bright as the morning sun and a smile that hid a deep well of longing.
Devi's heart sank.
"I am so sorry, bachha, I have to go today. But I promise I will play with you once I came back ok?" she replied, her voice strained.
Ishani's lower lip quivered.
"But you always do this. You say you will come back, but you never do." Her voice broke, a tremor of hurt in her eyes.
"This time I won't. Pinky promise," she said, extending her little finger.
Ishani's eyes widened. She looked at Devi, her brow furrowed in doubt. Then, a slow smile spread across her face.
"Really? Then you can go now."
Devi felt a surge of relief. She smiled back, her heart light with gratitude.
Devisha was a girl born of sorrow, her mother a fading memory, her father a phantom figure in her dreams. The world had snatched her family away, leaving her adrift at four, deposited on the doorstep of the orphanage like a lost, fragile birdling.
'Lovely Home' became her world. The creaking wooden floors, the faded wallpaper, the scent of baking bread and the soft murmur of bedtime stories - these were the comforts she knew. The other children, with their various stories of loss and hardship, were her family. She learned to share, to care, to be strong in the face of adversity. They were her little angels, each one a precious piece of a love she desperately craved.
Time skip,
In the twilight's embrace, as Devisha made her arduous way back to the orphanage, the weight of the day's events pressed heavily upon her mind. The interview had been an ordeal, a grueling three-hour wait followed by an interrogation that had left her utterly drained.
As she navigated the narrow lane leading to her temporary abode, Devisha couldn't help but vent her frustration.
"Pata nhi samjhte kya hai ye log," she muttered under her breath "itni wait koi karwate hai kya"
(Who do they think they are, Who makes someone wait for so long)
That is when she bumped into a wall.
"Ufff.....Ab ye diwar kahase aa gya. Pehle to nhi tha."
(Now where does this wall came from? It wasn't there before.)
As she looked towards the 'wall', her eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't any wall, but a man, standing just in front of her.
"Excuse me. Can't you see? Kon hai ye andhe log?" she mumbled the last part under her breath, her frustration growing.
(Who are this blind persons)
"Behra or gunga vi hai kya?" she muttered when she did't got any response.
