Sweetest Sin

Touch Me Not... Or Do? 🤫💥

Dev's POV.

"Next spin!" Karan called out with barely contained excitement. I caught the conspiratorial glances my siblings exchanged, their poor attempts at subtlety almost amusing.

Before the bottle could complete its spin, several hands shot out to stop it, deliberately pointing it at me. I fixed them with a warning glare that only made their grins wider.

"That's cheating," Eesha said softly, with a smile. My righteous little defender. 

"No no, bhabhi," Kiara rushed to explain, eyes sparkling. "It's tradition! The eldest brother always goes last in their first family game night."

"Really?" My Princess turned to me with those clueless eyes. "Is that true?"

I arched an eyebrow at my sister, who managed to look both angelic and devious simultaneously. "Fascinating how these 'traditions' appear exactly when they're convenient."

"Are you suggesting we're making things up, bhai?" Karan pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "We don't do such things. we're innocent."

"Innocent?" I scoffed. "Need I remind you......"

"Okay, okay!" Ananya cut in hastily. "Let's focus on the game! Truth or dare, bhai?"

"Dare!" others chorused before I could even speak, making Eesha giggle softly beside me.

I arched an eyebrow. "Who says I was choosing dare?"

"Please," Karan scoffed. "Dev Singh Rajwansh and truth? The words don't even belong in the same sentence."

I caught the conspiratorial looks they were exchanging. They were up to something.

I arched an eyebrow at their obvious manipulation. "Is that so?"

"When was the last time you picked truth in any game, bade bhaiya?" Ananya challenged, knowing full well I couldn't remember a single instance.

I studied their expressions – the barely contained excitement, the way they kept glancing at Eesha, how they seemed to be vibrating with anticipation. Poor little thing had no idea she was about to become central to whatever scheme they'd cooked up.

"What are you plotting?"

"Us?" Kiara's attempt at innocence was laughable. "We would never plot against you bade bhaiya..."

"Since when?"

They exchanged another round of those obvious looks. Really, had I taught them nothing about subtlety?

"Fine," I conceded, more to stop the theatrical monologue than anything else. "Dare."

Their collective grins should have warned me. They huddled together, whispering frantically while shooting glances our way.

Finally, Kiara sat up straight, eyes gleaming. "We dare you," She announced with far too much satisfaction, "to let us blindfold you."

Simple enough. Too simple.

"That's it?" I asked, deliberately unimpressed. "A blindfold?"

"Not quite," Ira grinned, producing a silk handkerchief with flourish. "You have to stay perfectly still. No movement, no reactions, no sounds. For three full minutes."

"While?" I prompted, knowing there was more.

"While we..." Kiara glanced at Eesha, who was now studying them with fascinating intensity, "test your control."

"We?" My tone made several of them shift uncomfortably.

Six pairs of eyes turned to my little wife, who immediately went still as a startled deer.