Khatta-Mitha Ishq

∘₊✧Brother✧∘₊

∘₊✧Ragini: I never thought in this position I will get a brotherly affection ✧∘₊

"Leave" I flinched with the sudden manly attractive voice, which has enough roughness, but I found it attractive because now I am going to feel a little relaxed.

In my room, I have three guards for three doors to watch me, as I can't escape. Anyay I can't, my wrists and ankles are already tied up in bed by chains. And the CCTV camera and I guess some kind of alarms are also there. Still he kept guards, maybe more than he put them here to make me more uncomfortable. I guess uncomfortable is easy word, the way they rape me just with their eyes, but they have no courage to touch my hair string or a single nail.

I close my eyes, when he brushes his fingers over my forehead and moves the hair aside. His voice soft like butter in my ears when he speaks up, "Betu, I bought pain killer too"

My lips try to curve into a smile, the simple word betu shows affection, adoration in this darkness. His voice feels so soothing.

I still close my eyes, he starts to untie the chains like the past two days. And he used to do silly blabberings, "Next time I am going to use these chains other than handcuffs against men. You know here men are sadists. You know before coming to you I met a client, he just wanted to be a pet bunny. Ohh Goshh, it's so tiring to make the whole process, tying the rope, securing it, playing the role, then at last fuck for 3 4 times until he was begging to stop. Ahhh I know I know I get ten times money rather than simple fuck, but it's so hectic dude."

I try to straighten my back when he is done with unlocking, it's painful like hell. I can't even lift my back from the bed very few inches. A little groan of pain escapes from my mouth, and the urgency with care is audible in his voice, "Betu, no no, it will hurt you more."

I lie down in frustration, and he quickly covers my lower body part with a towel, and over the towel pushes hand behind the knee, and one hand behind back to pick me up from bed, and his soothing words keep me sane. And being a girl we can sense the intention of touches, and I can feel the safety, the brotherly treatment.

From a gigolo?

I never ask any questions, like who he is, why he is here, and all. But he still keeps talking with me, as he knows I need this, a continuous assurance that he wants good for me, he isn't lusting over my body.

Last two days he has been the one staying with me in the washroom even. He just used to stay inside while wrapping a blindfold on his eyes. I thought to ask why he is trying to behave this much good with me, what's his intention. But it might be my overthinking. Here he is the only good one with me.

He drops me very carefully inside the washroom, and quickly wears the blindfold, and asks softly, "Betu, take steps slowly. I will help you to take a bath. You need some oil massage, I asked them, they prepared a bathtub for you. I am here no worries"

Bathtub!!! Bathtub for a kidnapped girl, seriously. I can't control my curiosity. I slowly try to ask, and feel how my voice is choked. In the last two days I didn't use any words other than screams and cries. My voice is sounding like a broken tape recorder. Try to fake a cough before whispering "bathtub for me!!"

He answers softly, "Betu, don't push pressure on your vocal. And your questions to the point answer is, you are special guest of Vikramaditya Raj"

I support the wall to sit properly, "And you are my personal bodyguard!"

He chuckles, "Yeah kinda, most popular gigolo I am. You know I gave him the most profit last year."

I speak but it sounds like a tease rather than a question, "As you are kinky enough!?"