12~ Fun

Rudra pov

Past

At the tender age of 14, I witnessed a chilling scene that would forever scar my memory.

One fateful day, I ventured into my father's office, where he was holding a meeting with his underbosses. My mother, ever the gracious hostess, served them cold drinks and snacks. As she approached one of the men, I overheard his vile words.

'Boss, your wife is beautiful,' he sneered.

My father's cruel smirk sent shivers down my spine. He tugged my mother's hand and pulled her onto his lap. His face buried in her neck, he uttered, 'I know that's why I married her. And she has a sexy body.'

Disgust washed over me as the room erupted in laughter. It was as if my father had cracked the funniest joke. I glanced at my mother's face, only to see tears streaming down her cheeks.

In that moment, I despised my father for his cruel treatment of my mother. I kept my silence, knowing that my mother had always taught us to respect everyone.

But behind closed doors, I seethed with anger. I vowed to never let anyone disrespect my mother again. And as I rose through the ranks of the Mafia, I made sure that my enemies knew that my mother was untouchable.

Her silent suffering had ignited a fire within me, a determination to protect her and all those who were vulnerable. And though I had become the most feared man in India, I never forgot that day in my father's office, where my mother's tears had been met with laughter.

Present

The words of my underboss, Jatin, had ignited an unquenchable fury within me.

'Did her pus*y worth this alliance? Perhaps we should bring her here and let us all inspect her worthiness,' he had uttered with a vile sneer.

The subject of his disdain was Naina, the woman I and my twin, Ansh, had chosen as our wife. A woman whose virtue and beauty had captivated us both. But Jatin, with his crude and derogatory remarks, had not only disrespected her but also challenged the sacred bond between us.

I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Venom coursed through my veins, threatening to consume me entirely. I had always known that I was a monster, an aberration, but I had vowed to myself that I would never follow in the footsteps of my father, a man who had never respected women.

In that moment, all my restraint shattered. I lunged at Jatin, my rage fueling my movements. With a swift, precise motion, I extracted his tongue from his mouth, the sickening sound of tearing flesh echoing through the room.

The men around us gasped in horror. Blood spurted from Jatin's mouth, staining the marble floor. But I felt no pity, no remorse. He had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed.

'Do you understand now?' I growled, my voice as cold as ice. 'Naina is my wife, and I will tolerate no disrespect towards her.'

Fear spread through the ranks like wildfire. They had never seen me like this before, consumed by a rage that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

You will never speak again,' I hissed. 'Your vile words have earned you a permanent silence.'

As the others watched in terror, . 'Bring the chili powder,' ansh commanded.

Dhurv our cousin stepped forward and handed Ansh a bag of fiery red powder. A malicious glint entered Ansh's eyes. With unwavering resolve, he ordered the remaining underbosses to bind Jatin to a chair.

'Open his mouth,' Ansh growled.

Jatin's eyes bulged in horror as Ansh forced a spoonful of chili powder into his mouth. The man's cries were stifled by the searing pain, replaced by guttural groans. He gasped for breath, his body contorting in agony.

I watched impassively, my heart filled with cold satisfaction. Jatin's suffering was just a taste of the hell I would unleash upon him. Ansh, despite his taciturn nature, was known for his sadistic streak. He had plans for Jatin that would make this torture seem like a gentle breeze.

With sickening precision, Ansh sliced off Jatin's hand and poured a generous amount of chili powder into the open wound. The man's screams were now nothing but a feeble moan.

The other underbosses trembled in their seats, their loyalty to me now unyielding. They had witnessed the depths of my wrath, and they knew that I would not tolerate any further betrayals.

Jatin, the traitorous vermin, would pay a thousandfold for his crimes. His life would become a living torment, a constant reminder of the consequences of crossing the Mafia King.

Let this be a lesson to you all,' I declared. 'Anyone who dares to speak against us will face a fate worse than death.'

After three torturous hours, Ansh finally tired of his torment. He ordered Dhurv to take Jatin to the hospital, where he could be revived for further punishment.

Ansh and I then made our way to Naina's house, the object of Jatin's vile remarks. As we entered, her mother greeted us with a warm smile.

'Oh, Rudra and Ansh, come in, come in. I'll call Naina.'

'No need,' I interjected. 'We'll go to her room.'

Her mother's expression flickered with unease. 'She's in her room? Let me take you there.'

We followed her up the stairs, the air thick with anticipation. Naina's room was locked, and her mother pounded on the door, her voice tinged with concern. 'Naina, open up!'

After several unanswered calls, the door creaked open. Naina stood before us, her face etched with a mixture of fear and distress. Her forehead dripped with sweat, and her eyes darted nervously around the room.

'Naina,' her mother asked, 'What's going on? Why are you locked in here?'

Naina hesitated before replying. 'I... I was cleaning.'

Ansh stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. 'Cleaning? At this hour?'

Naina's gaze dropped to the floor. 'Yes... I was just... finishing up.'

I sensed something was amiss.'Rudra, your hand is bleeding!' she exclaimed.

I glanced down and realized with a start that my hand was indeed slick with blood. Naina's eyes widened in alarm.

'What happened? Why is your hand bleeding?' she demanded.

I dismissed it with a nonchalant shrug, 'It's nothing.'

Naina's anger flared. 'What do you mean it's nothing? You should be taking care of yourself!'

She grabbed my hand and tugged me into her bedroom, Ansh following close behind. Naina's face was a mixture of fear and frustration.

'Why are you bleeding?' she asked again, her voice trembling.

I hesitated for a moment before answering, 'It's a small cut. I got it while... um... working.'

Naina's expression softened slightly, but her concern remained. 'You should have told me sooner. You could have gotten an infection.'

She hurried to take the medicine box from her bedside table and began cleaning the wound with deft hands. As she began to dress my wound, Ansh couldn't resist a playful jibe.

'Well, well, well,' he teased, 'it seems she favors you more now. I'm starting to feel a twinge of jealousy.'

I smirked at his antics. 'You should, brother,' I retorted, 'for I am undeniably the more handsome of the two.'

Naina chuckled softly as she finished tending to my injury. 'Does it hurt?' she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Both Ansh and I shook our heads in unison. 'Not in the slightest,' I replied.

Ansh, ever the opportunist, turned to Naina with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 'You should check me as well,' he said. 'I also sustained an injury.'

Naina's eyes widened as she approached Ansh. 'Where are you hurt?' she inquired.

Ansh pointed to his cheek. 'Right here,' he said.

Naina leaned closer, her gaze fixed upon his face. As she did so, Ansh seized the opportunity and planted a playful kiss on her cheek.

'I believe my injury has been sufficiently healed,' he declared with a satisfied smirk.

Naina's face flushed crimson as a blush spread across her cheeks. 'You're impossible!' she exclaimed, playfully slapping Ansh's chest. 'You two are just...'

Her voice trailed off, lost in a chorus of laughter. It was then that I noticed something peculiar on Naina's bed-a telltale vibration beneath the covers. A knowing smirk crossed my face as I realized the truth.

'My dear wife' I said, my tone laced with amusement, 'you can ask us if you desire pleasure. We are more than willing to provide.'

Her face turned a deep scarlet as embarrassment washed over her. 'Rudra, please!' she pleaded, her voice trembling. 'That's not mine. It belongs to a friend.'

'Oh really?' Ansh interjected, his eyes twinkling. 'But you told me you had no friends, Naina.'

A moment of silence hung between us as Naina struggled to explain My friends from Nainital gave it to me,' she insisted, her voice trembling with fear.

'My dear wife,' I said, my voice laced with a hint of amusement, 'I believe it's still damp.'

Naina lunged at me, desperate to seize the forbidden object. In her haste, she stumbled and landed clumsily on top of me on the bed. Ansh chuckled softly, witnessing the ensuing chaos.

Suddenly, Naina's mother entered the room with a tray laden with juice glasses and snacks. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene before her. 'Ansh, Rudra, you should eat something, beta,' she said, Her eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before her.

We scrambled to our feet, our faces burning with shame. It was a moment of utter humiliation

Naina hurriedly tried to explain, 'Mommy, wait. We weren't doing anything wrong.'

But it was too late. Naina's mother turned and left, her expression is embarrassed .

As we stood there, a mixture of embarrassment and guilt washing over us, Naina sighed and said, 'You guys are bad.'

Ansh and I couldn't help but chuckle. 'Yes,' I said, 'We are.'

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