Thakur's videshi biwi

2. Locked in store room 🔥

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Jenny's pov

Shourya: "Jenny, this is my elder brother Vikram. Bhaiya, ye mera best friend hai."

[Bhaiya, she is my best friend]

I was in shock. The man I had spent time with last night was Shourya's brother. Oh, Jesus. If his brother told him about last night, what would Shourya think of me? I needed to talk to him.

Vikram: "Namaste, Jenny."

I responded with a hesitant "Namaste," a word Shourya had taught me.

A middle-aged woman pointed at me and said, "Hamara khandaan mai ladki aise kapde nahi pehenti."
[In our house, girls don’t wear such clothes]

Shourya quickly intervened, answering her in a calm tone.

Me: "What is she saying, Shourya?"

Shourya: "Nothing, Jenny. You should go; James is waiting for you."

I nodded and left, knowing she had said something unpleasant, but I couldn't understand their language.

James and I are twins, and we share the same class with Shourya. That's where our trio formed. Our parents died when we were in school, and our aunt became our guardian. However, she was only interested in our property and treated us poorly. After consulting our lawyer, we managed to remove her from being our guardian. Despite being alone, James filled the void left by our parents. He was both mom and dad to me, though their love could never be replaced.

As I searched the enormous house for James, I couldn't find him. Why did they build such a big house? I saw Vikram talking to someone and decided to talk to him before continuing my search.

I followed him to the storeroom, where he was counting rice packets. The room was filled with dust, causing me to start coughing.

"Huchhh," I sneezed.

Vikram looked at me, shocked. "Why did you come here?"

"I need to talk with you," I replied.

He walked toward me. "What do you want to talk about, mera pyaari Jenny?"

His eyes sparkled, and though I didn't understand his Hindi, his tone was affectionate.

"About last night," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

He made an "O" face, extending his hand. I took it, feeling a strange warmth. His gaze was melting my resolve.

He pushed me to the wall placing his hand around my head. His gaze is killing me.

" So , do you like my dick  "

I am beyond shocked. I saw his dick last night. It is big and large . I didn't utter a word looking towards the ground.

He lifted my face with his hand, and we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Say it...” he whispered. I tried to move, but he pressed his body against mine. Instead of discomfort, I felt an unexpected wave of pleasure. Why?

He leaned closer, his fingers tracing delicate lines on my face, sending electric shivers through me. His breath was warm on my skin as he neared my earlobe.

“Ufffff,” he exhaled softly, making my heart race.

He then stepped back to his normal position, revealing an insert in his hand.

I pushed him away and hurried to the door, only to find it locked from the outside. Panic set in. What should I do now?