Not everything can be perfect or be at it's right place all the time.
This is why, there is this term called life.
Tragic, unexpected and absolutely something we have no control over.
That's what happened to me.
A tragedy.
She happened.
Samaira Sharma has consumed me to the point that I cannot think straight if I don't have a single glance, a glimpse of her throwing tantrums and drama.
I am a patient man, annoyingly patient and it takes way more chaos and pandemonium to break through the shield I've created around myself.
Not like bhai, jeez that man, simply doesn't like man-kind or anything that can talk-annoy him.
I am way more considerate than that.
Atleast, I take care of the people who stand on my way or are any kind of obstacle in my way.
By killing? No, But torture? Making sure they don't get to breath? Their cries and wailing?
Yes.
But what I want more is them on their knees.
But there is one simple girl who refused to do that, if only, she punched the guy on his goddamn face and I am confused why the hell his nose was not broken.
Yes, it's her I am talking about.
Samaira Fucking Sharma, 3 years younger by me but that little hellion still managed to tackle the guy who was talking shit about her sister in...high school, if I remember correctly.
God. That was it.
She had me on her knees at that very moment.
I am fucked up in my brain and I am pretty open about that, judging by my actions, one may easily tell the difference between a normal and a sociopath like me.
16 year old Samaira was cute yet hot.
23 years old Samaira makes me go berserk at the thought of any other guy, within 10 metre radius of her surroundings.ย
She makes me want to do things to that little body of hers. The things she may have imagined but have never acted on.
Neither has she ever allowed someone else to do that for her.
And no one will.
As long as I am alive and breathing.
My preference was older girl until I met her.
Or more like that day I witnessed her going wild on the guys who dared to go against someone who was dear to her.
I smiled at the memory.
That's what I always do when I remember her.
Smile like a creep and dream about her often.
Never knew I could feel anything until I got hitched by her.
Feelings are non-existent to me untill I get a glance of her.
The fucker in my chest beats at it's fastest as soon as he witness her or feel her around his surrounding.
Not even the fucker number two inside my pants gives a damn about me when it's around her.
Too bad.
She has to take care of both of them.
The one inside my chest and my goddamn pants.
Am I obsessed with her?
Not sure.
Do I stalk her?
Yes, Everyday.
Do I want her with me?
Obsu-fucking-lutely.
" Oh God! I love her !! " My trance broke when I heard some familiar-faded voice which were getting clearer as they approached towards me.
" No way she did that! " Goes another one.
" I mean, think how patient her boyfriend should be to cope with her " Aashika threw her head back, laughter erupting through her throat.
Aryan did the same.
If she cries, then he cries. If she wants to sleep and he does, if she doesn't like someone then he doesn't either.
That's why they are twins.
Aashika Agnihotry and Aryan Agnihotry.
The twins.
" You know she- " Both of them stopped upon having a sight of me.
I stood still, stuffing my hands in my pocket and looking at them with boredom.
Not my fault. Their age is problematic.
If the twins are indulged in things then it's a red flag.
Better ignore or don't give a damn but as I said, I am not quite empathetic but at the end of the corner, they are my siblings.
Cousins to be precise, but I hate that term.
Bhai does too.
They are one of us, what's this cousin bullshit?
" Bhai " Aashika acknowledges my presence with a nod.
Aryan did the same.
The twins.
" Where are you guys coming from? " I raised my brows in question, considering the fact that it's 7 in the morning and it's not usual for them to go out at this hour if not for their university.
" The pag phera, we went with Diya Bhabhi, she will arrive tomorrow" Aryan answered.
Hmm...
" Why did you arrive today? " I questioned them honestly.
Both stared at me, completely annoyed and acting hurt.
'what? ' I mouthed.
" Are you trying to emphasize that we are annoying? " Aashika narrowed her eyes on me.
She is smart.
Ofc she is, that's my sister.
Such a hypocrite I am.
" When did I say that? "
I wanted to.
" You wanted to " She retorts.
Told you, she is smart.
" So, Diya is staying? " I tried to change the topic.
No, it's not I don't have an answer, it's just I am not interested in hearing them whining like a kid.
( Samaira ko kaise sambhaloge tab? ๐คก )
" Bhabhi" cameย a voice behind us.
The twins shut their mouth and act the obedient they can ever act.
That's our sadist big-brother, married to. Cherry on the top.
" Yeah, Bhabhi " I muttered under my breath.
It's so fucking awkward to call someone bhabhi who is of your age and studied with you for their entire life from middle-school to high-school.
After making us understand, he left.
The twins sighed in unison.
" What were you talking about, earlier? " I further inquired.
None of them opened their mouths to speak.
I did the same.
Annoyed, both of them spoke together.
" We spent some time with Samaira! " they answered.
Aashika's reaction was normal but that little shit Aryan had dreamy eyes.
I narrowed my eyes on him.
The boy was still lost in his dreams that's when he was welcomed with a sharp smack on the back of his head.
" Oww " He winced while rubbing the back of his brain with a pout.
" Duffer! " Aashika scolded while glaring at him
" What? " He sounded genuinely confused but all of his confusion washed off as soon as his eyes fell on me.
He flinched instantly when he saw me, staring at him with a tilted head and my eyes throwing venomous daggers towards him.
" Bha-Bhai, " He stammered. Scared for dear life.
" Samaira what? " I whispered in an icy tone I never knew existed inside me.
" Sam-Samaira dii " He said and nodded his head.
Accepting the fact with a stone on his heart.
" Yeah and it will stay like that " I concluded and turned around to move.
" Dude, he didn't even spare his own brother, what would he do to that handsome-hunk guy? " Aryan whispered into Aashika's ear but loud enough to get heard by me.
No it was not intentional.
That made me halt on my steps.
I was just trying to get with his saying but Aashu interrupted him.
" Keep it down" She scolded again.
" What should be kept down? " I questioned them as soon as I turned to face them.
They hesitated but there is no going back from here, either they speak or I'll make them.
They sure knows that they fucked up so there is no point of hiding anymore.
They didn't meet with my eyes as if I'd read them like an open book.
I do.
Because unlike other kids of their age, they might be mischievous and absolute nuisance but they never open up.
Even if it's something serious, they will share it with themselves, keep it private and that's one of the major reasons Bhai has people following them.
And they know.
That's the reason I bring myself to bother about them.
At the end. They are my siblings.
" Spill " I ordered.
And they did.
" Its-its about the guy she had a crush on, in france" Aashika mumbled, not daring to say the words straight.
She had a crush on some guy.
She still might have.
And you have no idea about that.
She has someone else.
Red.
All Red.
That's what my eyes are covered with.
Rage.
" Go " I whispered, my tone is slow and they obliged, within a second, they were gone.
Hmm...so my girl has some goddamn guy, the same guy who will be losing his dick if I have my hands on him.
Oh I will, that's for sure.
Guess, I have to pay her a visit.
_____
It's 11 in the night, a time when people sleep.
Not me.
I don't.
Infact I can't sleep for more than 2-3 hours.
The longest I slept was around 3 years ago when I wrecked an earth shattering orgasm out of her, tasted her on my fingers and she cursed at me.
Umm...guess I need sleep today, that's another reason I am here, to pay her a visit.
Or I have something else in my mind?
Who knows?
The lights of the Sharma Mansion were still turned on, no one turned off the unnecessary lights.
Maybe because they are too engrossed in their pain of sending their daughter away.
Too bad, they have to relive the pain again, in another year.
Samaira Sharma will be mine.
She still is, it's just that she isn't aware of this fact.
I can actually take up the stairs but there is no thrill
or excitement.
So I chose the windows of her bedroom.
How cute would she look after finding me climbing on her balcony and striding inside her bedroom like a thief?
I grinned at that imagination.
Slowly, I went to the backside of the house, the one where her bedroom's window is facing and I climbed up there.
Aarav Agnihotry is climbing up into someone's balcony, that's also like a thief.
As soon as I reached down on her balcony, her white curtains were covering the window but her shadow was visible.
She was sitting?
To have a clear view, I quietly slide the hem of the curtains, only to get my breath hitched and my eyes turning darker.
Samaira was dressed in her nightwear, silk-satin shorts with the tank top of the same material, doing her skincare.
Oh did I inform her nipple clearly visible?
As clear as water to me?
Like I said before, my body betrays me whenever she is in the vicinity, that's what happened.
My heart took it's own pace while the little bastard inside my pants twitched a little and my eyes darkened as soon as I saw a clear view of her slender neck.
She glided her hair to one side and was applying some cream on her neck, giving me a clear view of her creamy skin.
Her hands halted for a second and then she caressed the mark I left on her skin.
It's fading.
Umm... should have marked her again that day again.
It still gets me hard, the act she pulled 2 days ago, on the wedding she was straddling on my lap.
But she would look more better bouncing on my lap on my-
Stop.
No.
She has to pay for that.
Without wasting a second, more like I lost the control, I walked through her balcony and her eyes widened as she saw my reflection on the dressing mirror.
She stood and turned and was about to yelp but I covered ger mouth with my palm.
" Shh...My little girl, you don't want to fuck my head more than you already have right? " I whispered in a black, menacing tone, icy as fuck and her eyes widened.
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