24~Trust

Ansh pov

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was Naina, curled up beside me, sleeping peacefully. Her breathing was soft, and I could see the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips. She must’ve been exhausted after yesterday... after we finally consummated our marriage. A sense of satisfaction surged through me as I watched her—she looked so delicate, like a dream I didn’t want to wake from.

I glanced across the room and saw Rudra standing by the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his expression as hard and unreadable as ever. “We’re coming,” he said in his usual curt tone before ending the call. Business never stops for him—not even in the quiet of the morning.Turning my attention back to Naina, I gently stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers, savoring the softness of her skin.

“Good morning, kitten,” I whispered, my voice low and intimate.Her eyes fluttered open, and when they met mine, a soft blush spread across her cheeks.

“Good morning, husband,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. The way she called me 'husband'—the shy blush that followed—made my heart stir.For a moment, everything felt right.

Just as Naina's soft "Good morning" hung in the air, I noticed Rudra approaching the bed. His expression was hard as usual, that cold, distant look he wore like a mask. But as his gaze landed on Naina, something shifted in his eyes—just for a brief moment, they softened. It was subtle, barely there, but I caught it.

I knew what he was seeing. Naina looked beautifully disheveled. Her hair was a mess, there were marks scattered across her neck from where I’d left them, and her lips were puffy, still swollen from last night. She was a vision of the passion we had shared.As Rudra stopped beside the bed, Naina stirred, pushing herself up into a sitting position.

She kept the comforter pulled tightly around her body, hiding beneath it because we both knew she had nothing on underneath. Her blush deepened, and she avoided meeting Rudra’s gaze.I smirked, amused by the sight of her trying to act all innocent now. It was cute—especially considering everything we had done just hours before.

Rudra moved closer. His expression softened, and he leaned in, his intent clear. But just as he got close enough, Naina placed a hand on his chest, gently stopping him. “No, hubby,” she said in a playful but sweet voice, “I’m a mess. I need to freshen up.”Rudra's eyes sparkled with amusement as he paused, then leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re our mess, wife,” he murmured in a husky tone, a teasing smile playing on his lips.Naina blushed and gave him a light, playful slap on the arm, her face bright red from his teasing words. I watched the exchange, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Seeing her flustered like this was always amusing, especially when Rudra teased her like that.

Stop it, you shameless," Naina's voice cut through the silence, trembling but determined. Her hands clutched at the comforter, pulling it tighter around her body as if it could shield her from our relentless gazes. But we both knew better. The comforter did nothing to hide the bruises that marred her perfect skin, the ones we had left behind like trophies.

Rudra and I shared a look, twin grins spreading across our faces. There was something thrilling about pushing her boundaries, watching her struggle between fear and desire. "We are shameless, but I heard something interesting yesterday," Rudra began, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Someone was saying 'ahnn, don't stop, harder, harder, I want both of you.'"

Naina's face turned crimson, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. She tried to hide her face, burying it deeper into the comforter. "No, no, it's not what you think," she stammered, but her denial was weak, almost laughable.

I couldn't help but chuckle, stepping closer to the bed. "Really? Because I think we have a pretty good memory," I said, my voice low and teasing. I reached out, gently tracing one of the scratches on her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. "Look at these marks, Naina. We didn't force you, did we?"

She shook her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder like a waterfall of silk. "No, but..."

"But what?" Rudra interrupted, his tone sharp, challenging. He moved to the other side of the bed, mirroring my actions, his fingers brushing against her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? You begged for more."

Naina's breath hitched, her eyes darting between us, searching for an escape that wasn't there. "I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I leaned in closer, my lips inches from her ear. "Don't lie to us, Naina. We can see it in your eyes, in the way you react to our touch. You want it, you crave it."

Her eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, she looked vulnerable, almost lost. But then, slowly, she opened them again, meeting my gaze head-on. "Maybe I do," she admitted, her voice stronger now, defiant. "But that doesn't make you any less cruel."

Rudra laughed, a dark, menacing sound that filled the room. "Cruel? No, darling, we're just thorough. And tonight, we're going to be very thorough."

Before she could respond, I grabbed the comforter and yanked it away, exposing her completely. Her naked body lay before us, her breasts heaving with each breath, the bruises around her nipples standing out starkly against her pale skin. She gasped, trying to cover herself, but it was too late. We had seen everything, and now we were starving for more.

"Fuck, I want you to fuck me hard right now," I demanded, my voice rough with desire. My cock was already hard, pressing against my pants, begging for release.

Rudra watched, his eyes never leaving her face . "Do you like that, Naina?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Does it feel good when we fucked you like this?"

She didn't answer, couldn't answer, her mind too consumed by the sensations coursing through her body. All she could do was cling to me,

"Say it," I demanded, my voice harsh, unyielding. "Tell us how much you love it."

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to form the words. "I... I love it," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Louder," Rudra snapped, his own voice strained with effort. "Make her say it louder."

I gripped her face. "Say it, Naina. Tell us how much you love being fucked by your twin husbands."

Her eyes flew open, meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and surrender. "I love it,"  her voice loud and clear. "I love being fucked by you, by both of you."

I didn't want her to feel embarrassed for this,so instead, I shifted the conversation in a different direction.

I stretched and let out a relaxed sigh, then turned to Naina with a teasing grin. "It's a lovely morning," I said, "perfect for a shower. You want to join us? We might save some water."Naina, still looking sleepy and content, shook her head with a soft smile. "No, I’m too exhausted. I need more sleep. You two go ahead."I chuckled and leaned in closer, my tone playful.

"Go ahead and sleep, kitten. You’ll need your energy later."At that, Rudra smirked, clearly amused by the banter. Naina’s cheeks flushed again, but she simply snuggled deeper into the comforter, ignoring our teasing with a shy smile.

Rudra and I headed to different bathrooms to freshen up. When we returned to the room, Naina was fast asleep, her face peaceful as she lay wrapped in the comforter. We exchanged a glance, silently agreeing not to disturb her. There were urgent matters waiting for us at the warehouse, so we quietly left the room

On the way to the warehouse, the tension from earlier shifted to something more serious. I glanced at Rudra, the morning light bouncing off the streets as we drove. “What are we going to do about Nitin?” I asked, my voice low

His eyes remained focused ahead as he spoke, “We play his game. Pretend to be on his side, watch him closely, and figure out what his next move will be.”I nodded, knowing that this was Rudra’s style—always calm, always in control. But we both knew Nitin was unpredictable, and whatever his plans were, we needed to stay one step ahead.

Rudra and I arrived at the warehouse, I noticed Satya and Dhruv already waiting for us. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation. When we entered, they immediately stood up, showing their respect—a gesture that never failed to reinforce the bond between us.We took our seats at the long, sturdy table, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. Rudra leaned forward, his expression serious, and I could see the determination in his eyes.

“I want all of you to track everyone in our area,” he began, his voice steady and commanding. “This includes our underbosses. There’s someone among us who’s been feeding information to the Russians, and we need to find out who it is.”The gravity of his words settled in the room, and they nodded in acknowledgment, understanding the stakes involved.

“Dhurv,” Rudra continued, shifting his focus to him. “You need to specifically keep an eye on Nitin. His movements have been suspicious, and we can’t afford any missteps. We need to know who he’s talking to and what he’s planning.”Dhurv nodded, his expression serious.

“I’ll get on it right away. I won’t let him slip through our fingers.”With that, the discussion turned to strategies and methods. We all understood that the walls were closing in around us, and trust was a luxury we could no longer afford.

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