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3. Rise of an obsession

"She is mine." proclaimed Advait, his voice resonating with possessive intent.

"I want her too." uttered Advay, a spark of madness in his eyes.

They looked at each other.

Advait nodded in agreement. "Then let's make her 'ours'," he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.

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They remember when their father told them to visit India and they didn't wanted to come. 

Flashback

It was the anniversary of their mother's passing, a bittersweet reminder of the love and loss that had shaped their hearts. Their father demanded something from then on that exact day.

As the setting sun cast long shadows across the sprawling mansion, Advait and Advay returned home, their bodies weary and their faces streaked with blood. Their mission to eliminate Mr. Griffin, a treacherous associate who had threatened their father, had come to a successful conclusion.

Stepping through the grand entrance hall, they were met by the solemn sight of their father, Daniel, standing silently before a large photograph of their deceased mother. Advait and Advay exchanged a knowing glance; they understood the weight of this day for him.

As Daniel heard the sound of their footsteps, he turned around, his eyes instantly drawn to their bloody figures. A faint flicker of anger crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by a mix of concern and sorrow.

"Didn't I tell you not to murder anyone today?" Daniel asked softly. "It's your mother's birthday. She would have been saddened."

Advait stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "Dad, we've shed too much blood already. What's one more? Besides, she'll be proud of us for protecting you."

"Anyway, I have something to tell you. You both are going to India today," declared Daniel while ignoring them.

Advay and Advait, gasped in unison. "What...but why? We have so many works here and we also don't want to leave you alone, at least today," protested Advay.

"He's right, Dad, we can't leave you alone," echoed Advait.

Daniel chuckled. "You brats...don't underestimate me. I am still the leader of UK Mafia. And I am ordering you to go and visit the 'Lovely Orphanage' in Delhi."

"Dad..." they began, but Daniel cut them short.

"It's my order," he said in his authoritative tone.

Reluctantly, the brothers had no choice but to abide by his wishes.

Now I don't regret coming here.

As we both got our soul-mate.

But what about her, will she accept both of us?

I remembered the moment when I first saw her picture with children of orphanage which was hanging exactly middle of the main hall.

As soon as I saw her my heart skipped a beat.

I had never experienced anything like it. A sudden, fierce possessiveness washed over me, an obsession that consumed me. I had pledged to my father, a promise etched in stone, that I would never love a woman. I had never broken that promise. I didn't love her. I couldn't. This was something else, something darker, something more akin to a fever, an unquenchable thirst for her.

"She is so beautiful and pure," I muttered, my voice rough with longing. Her eyes are like an unending ocean, and guess what? I drowned. I fucking got drowned for the first time in my life..

Now she has no choice but to become ours.

Cause.............

"we own her."

As My gaze fell upon her picture in the orphanage's album, and I felt a surge of desire coursing through my veins. She was too beautiful to be pure, and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire to taint her - to mold her into my perfect slut.

Her long, dark hair and piercing green eyes captivated me, and I couldn't shake the thought of her moaning beneath me as I fucked her senseless. I knew I had to have her, and I would stop at nothing to make her mine.

I wanted to take her then and there in that deserted narrow lane, when she called me deaf and dumb.

'You have no idea what you're getting yourself into,' I said imagining her in front of me. 'You will be the one who is dumb because we will fuck you to that extent that your voice will be lost.'

She has no choice to deny us. As she made for us. And.........

"We own her...."

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