In the world of traditions and societal norms, there are some families that have held onto their customs for generations. One such family is that of the twin brothers, Ansh and Rudra, who are expected to marry the same girl, Naina, as per their fami...
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Naina’s mind raced as she tried to gather her thoughts. The room felt like a furnace, the air thick with tension and desire. She could feel the heat radiating off both Ansh and Rudra, their presence overwhelming her senses. Her body trembled, not from fear but from anticipation. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she thought, but God, it felt so good.
“I… I don’t think this is how interviews are supposed to go,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted between the two brothers, searching for any sign of hesitation or mercy. But there was none. They were relentless, their focus entirely on her.
Ansh smirked, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. “Darling, you’re not like other candidates. Your interview requires a… special touch.” His fingers traced a path down her arm, sending shivers through her.
Rudra pulled her into his arms, his dark eyes burning with intensity. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Not by a long shot.”
Naina looked up at him, her heart pounding. “What… what do you mean?”
Ansh leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, “this was only the beginning.”
Rudra and Ansh stood up, their towering figures casting shadows over Naina. She felt small, vulnerable, yet undeniably aroused. “Stand up, biwi,” Rudra commanded, his voice low and tinged with desire. Naina hesitated for a moment before obeying, her legs shaky as she rose from the sofa. The air felt heavier now, charged with an electricity that made her skin prickle.
She reached for her dress, fingers trembling as she tried to pull it back over her shoulders. But Ansh’s hand shot out, stopping her mid-motion. “Remove this,” he said, his tone firm but teasing. Naina blinked up at him, confusion and arousal warring in her expression.
“How can I remove this? You guys already took my panties and bra. How can I be naked here?” she protested, though her voice lacked conviction. Ansh smirked, that familiar glint in his hazel eyes that always made her heart race. “If it were up to us, you’d always be naked,” he replied, his fingers tugging at the fabric of her dress. With one swift motion, he pulled it off her, leaving her completely exposed.
Naina gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You guys are shameless,” she muttered, though the hitch in her voice betrayed her true feelings. Rudra chuckled, stepping closer until he was inches away. His fingers brushed against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. “Admit it, biwi, you like shameless,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Before she could respond, Rudra’s hand moved to a seemingly innocent surface on the wall. With a soft click, a hidden door slid open, revealing a room bathed in red light. Naina’s eyes widened as she took in the sight—the plush bed, the dim, sultry lighting, the air thick with anticipation. “Oh my god, is this… a red room? You guys have a red room in the office?” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and awe.
