The next morning arrived with another beautiful sunrise over the Dhariya mansion.

Golden light spilled through the enormous glass windows, the gardens outside glowing peacefully as if this house was not carrying enough tension to explode at any second. Servants moved quietly through the halls, breakfast was being prepared downstairs, and from the outside—

Everything looked perfect.

But for Dhruv and Rushan, the morning had started terribly.

Because both of them had received the same message from Grandmother.

Come downstairs. Now.

And somehow, that single sentence was scarier than the brutal fight they had nearly destroyed each other in last night.

The same two men who had fought like animals the previous night… were now standing silently in front of one old woman with their heads lowered slightly like guilty schoolboys.

Grandmother sat on the large sofa in the living room, elegance wrapped around her authority as always. A cup of tea rested near her untouched while her sharp eyes moved between the two of them slowly.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet.

“Why,” she finally spoke, her voice calm but dangerous, “were you both fighting yesterday?”

Silence.

Neither of them answered immediately.

Rushan leaned back slightly, trying to appear casual despite the bruises all over his face and the bandages visible near his jaw and knuckles.

“It was just a match,” he said finally. “For fun.”

Grandmother looked at him.

Just looked at him.

And somehow that felt worse than shouting.

Her eyes then shifted toward both of them properly. Rushan was visibly injured, bandages wrapped around his hand, cuts near his lip, bruises darkening across his face and neck.

Meanwhile Dhruv stood there looking far less damaged physically.

No bandages.

Only a faint cut near his brow and bruised knuckles that he had shoved inside his pockets.

But somehow—

That made him look even scarier.

Grandmother’s expression hardened slightly.

“Fun?” she repeated slowly.

The word sounded almost insulting in her mouth.

“You both looked ready to kill each other.”

“I’m sorry, Grandma,” Dhruv said finally, his voice calmer than Rushan’s. “Yeah… I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Sorry won’t fix anything.”

Grandmother’s voice cut through the room sharply.

“If apologies could fix everything, there would be no law, no police, no punishment in this world. People would simply say sorry and walk away.”

Silence fell again.

Heavy.

Neither Dhruv nor Rushan spoke after that.

Rushan was clearly losing patience now. The irritation on his face had stopped looking controlled. His jaw was tight, his bruised hand clenched slowly beside him while Dhruv stood there equally silent, though calmer on the outside.

Grandmother took the last sip of her tea peacefully.

Then she placed the cup down.

And the next sentence changed both of their expressions instantly.

“Alright then,” she said calmly. “You both are going to sleep in the same room for the next three days.”

For a second—

Neither of them reacted.

Because surely they heard wrong.

But then reality hit.

Both of them looked at her at the exact same time, complete disbelief visible across their faces.

Yesterday they were fighting like they wanted to kill each other.

And now they were supposed to share a room?

Sleep together like normal brothers?

For three entire days?

The idea itself felt unbearable.

Rushan let out a dry laugh in disbelief before immediately speaking.

“I would rather die than—”

He paused.

“Grandma—”

“Okay,” Grandmother interrupted instantly. “Then die.”

The room went silent again.

Dhruv looked away slightly, almost hiding the reaction threatening to appear on his face.

Meanwhile Rushan closed his eyes tightly in frustration. He looked genuinely furious now, but despite all that anger—

He still couldn’t argue further.

Because this was Grandmother.

And in this mansion, her words were not suggestions.

They were rules.

Even Dhruv was irritated by the punishment, though unlike Rushan, he stayed quiet about it. But internally, even he knew this was going to be a disaster.

Grandmother then turned toward the head servant standing nearby.

“Make sure both of them stay together properly,” she instructed calmly. “Like real brothers. Loving brothers. Caring brothers.”

The sarcasm in her voice was terrifyingly elegant.

And with that, she stood up and left.

Just like that.

She didn’t repeat herself.

Didn’t explain.

Didn’t convince them.

Because she didn’t need to.

They already knew the consequences of disobeying her.

The moment she disappeared from the living room, the silence broke violently.

Rushan kicked the football lying near the sofa so hard that it flew across the enormous living room, crashing somewhere far away with a loud sound echoing through the mansion.

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

Furious.

Meanwhile Dhruv remained standing there for a few seconds longer.

Still processing everything.

For the first time since yesterday’s fight, regret finally settled inside him properly.

Because now he understood—

That stupid match had consequences.

Dhruv’s face stayed completely blank after that conversation with Sasha.

Like his mind still hadn’t fully processed what Grandmother had just done to him.

Three days.

Three whole days with Rushan.

The thought itself felt exhausting.

Without saying another word, he walked upstairs slowly, one hand inside his pocket, jaw tight with irritation. His footsteps echoed quietly through the massive hallway of the mansion.

“Dhruv.”

A familiar voice stopped him midway.

He turned slightly.

Sasha was walking toward him.

Her hair moved softly behind her as she approached, and there was amusement visible all over her face already, like she was trying very hard not to laugh.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Dhruv exhaled once.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

But he clearly wasn’t.

Sasha bit back another laugh before saying, “I heard about the punishment.”

His expression darkened immediately.

“You and Rushan sharing a room for three days?” she said, finally bursting into laughter. “Oh my God, this is the funniest thing Grandmother has ever done.”

Dhruv closed his eyes briefly.

Clearly annoyed.

“Sasha.”

“What?” she laughed harder. “Yesterday you two were fighting like wild animals and now you’re supposed to sleep together like loving brothers.”

He rubbed his forehead again.

Already done with this conversation.

Then Sasha slowly calmed down before hesitating slightly.

“Actually…” she started carefully.

Dhruv looked at her.

“If Rushan is going to stay in your room…” she paused awkwardly, “…then you can send Darika to my room.”

Dhruv stayed quiet.

“Anyways, I’m alone,” she continued softly. “We could talk and know each other better.”

Dhruv thought for a second before answering tiredly,

“Yeah. I’ll see.”

Sasha smiled lightly.

Then after a pause, her expression softened a little.

“Also, Dhruv…” she said quietly, “you got engaged and didn’t even tell me.”

His eyes lifted toward her again.

“I thought we were close,” she continued. “At least close enough for you to tell me something this important.”

Dhruv’s jaw tightened faintly.

“It was a secret,” he answered simply. “And the reason behind it is also a secret.”

Sasha nodded slowly.

“Oh.”

But then the next question escaped her before she could stop herself.

“Do you love her?”

And strangely—

That question pulled him completely out of his frustration.

For one second, everything inside his head went silent.

His thoughts about Rushan disappeared.

Grandmother disappeared.

Everything disappeared.

And instead—

Darika’s face appeared inside his mind.

Her eyes.

The way she looked at him nervously.

The way she kept getting awkward around him.

The way she stood in black clothes yesterday night.

The way he kept noticing things about her even when he absolutely didn’t want to.

Something shifted inside his chest again.

And immediately—

His mind resisted it.

Hard.

A bitter scoff escaped him.

“Love?” he repeated.

Then he laughed once lightly, disbelief visible in it.

“I barely know her.”

His voice turned colder again.

“It’s been what? Two… three days?”

Sasha stayed quiet.

Dhruv shook his head slightly.

“I don’t believe in love and shit.”

And hearing that—

Something inside Sasha relaxed instantly.

The heaviness sitting on her chest since yesterday loosened a little.

She smiled softly.

“Yeah,” she said. “Love doesn’t happen in two or three days.”

Then teasingly, she added,

“Though everyone in this house thinks you’re in love with me.”

Dhruv immediately looked irritated again.

“There’s nothing like that.”

And before the conversation could continue further—

He simply walked away.

Leaving Sasha standing there.

But she didn’t care that he left.

Not really.

Because his answer was enough for her.

He doesn’t love her.

That single thought made her heart feel lighter.

Meanwhile Dhruv finally reached his room.

He opened the door—

And immediately saw Darika sitting on the couch.

Her phone rested in her hand.

The messy bun from yesterday was still there.

Loose strands of hair framed her face messily while she sat cross-legged wearing oversized pajamas.

The moment their eyes met—

She flinched slightly.

And Dhruv noticed it immediately.

The same girl who once threatened him fearlessly…

Who stood in front of him confidently on the first day…

Was now actually scared of him after seeing yesterday’s fight.

Dhruv looked at her for a second before speaking flatly.

“Tonight you’ll sleep in Sasha’s room.”

Darika blinked.

“What?”

“Grandmother punished me and Rushan,” he said tiredly. “We have to share a room for three days.”

Her eyes widened immediately.

“What?”

“Yeah.”

There was visible disbelief on her face now.

Then after a pause she said carefully,

“I’ll just sleep in a guest room then.”

Dhruv frowned slightly.

“Why?”

Darika hesitated awkwardly.

“I don’t know…” she admitted quietly. “That Sasha girl makes me feel weird.”

Dhruv looked at her silently.

“I don’t think I’ll be comfortable sharing a room with her.”

For some reason—

That answer surprised him.

And almost immediately he responded,

“No. She’s nothing like that.”

Darika stayed quiet.

Then Dhruv added calmly,

“In this family, if there’s actually one genuinely kind person…”

His voice paused slightly.

“…it’s Sasha.”

Darika looked down for a moment, thinking quietly.

Then finally she nodded.

“Okay fine,” she said softly. “I’ll go.”

Dhruv gave a small nod.

“Not just tonight,” he reminded. “For three days.”

She stared at him again.

“Three whole days?”

“Yeah.”

A deep sigh escaped her.

Then she muttered dramatically,

“Wow. You two really got punished like kindergarten kids.”

For the first time since morning—

Dhruv almost looked like he wanted to laugh.

Almost.

---

And now she stepped out of the room and stood near the grand marble corridor that overlooked the enormous heart of the mansion. From up there, the Dhariya mansion looked alive. Crystal chandeliers poured golden light across the polished floors below, servants moved gracefully carrying trays and flowers, children ran across the massive hall laughing loudly, and groups of cousins sat lazily on the velvet couches playing cards and arguing over silly things. The entire mansion breathed luxury, noise, and chaos together.

From the third floor, she could see everything happening beneath her, yet somehow she felt completely lost inside it.

For a moment, she just stood there, confused about where she was even supposed to go. She thought about Sasha’s room, but she was only supposed to shift there at night. Then where was she supposed to stay till then? Her chest still hurt from the way Dhruv shouted at her.

She slowly turned around, taking two hesitant steps back before suddenly bumping into someone.

“Sorry… sorry, I’m really sorry…” she immediately started apologizing again and again without even looking properly.

The girl in front of her blinked before laughing softly. “Cool down. It’s okay, chill. You didn’t commit a crime. You just bumped into me.”

Only then did Darika realize how much she was apologizing. She awkwardly nodded. “Yeah… sorry.”

The girl tilted her head. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you here before.”

Darika hesitated for a second before quietly saying, “I’m Darika… and I’m Dhruv’s fiancée.”

The girl’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh… so you are Dhruv’s new fiancée.”

“Ah… yes. I am the one.”

Then the girl looked at her carefully and noticed her red eyes. “You look really scared. What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes… I’m fine.”

“What’s your name?” Darika asked softly.

“Oh, I’m Aisha. And I live in this mansion.”

Darika blinked. “You’re part of the family?”

Aisha laughed lightly. “No, not exactly. I’m the secretary of Lara Dhariya ma’am.”

“Who’s Lara Dhariya?”

Aisha stared at her in disbelief. “Wait… you’re engaged to Dhruv, going to become the lady of this house, and you don’t even know the family members?”

Darika awkwardly scratched her arm. “I’ve barely been here for two-three days. I only know Dhruv, Sasha, and Mia.”

Aisha suddenly burst out laughing. “You are actually very weird… and kind of funny too.”

For the first time since morning, Darika smiled a little. Somehow talking to Aisha felt easy. Comfortable. Safe.

She didn’t feel judged.

And maybe that was exactly what she needed.

She lowered her voice slightly. “Dhruv is really angry right now. He told me to leave the room, but I don’t know where I’m supposed to go.”

Aisha immediately waved her hand casually. “Oh, that? It’s fine. You can come to my room.”

Darika hesitated. “Will that be okay? I mean… do you live alone?”

“Yeah, I do. I got one of the residence rooms because I work closely with Lara Dhariya ma’am. I handle a lot of her things.”

Darika still had absolutely no idea who Lara was, but she quietly followed Aisha downstairs.

The lower side of the mansion looked even more breathtaking up close. Beside the massive dining area was a long elegant corridor connected to the staff residence section. The kitchens themselves were bigger than entire homes. Everything shined under warm lights and polished marble. Along one side were several luxurious residence suites built for personal assistants, managers, and trusted workers of the Dhariya family.

Aisha opened one of the doors and walked in, and Darika followed behind her quietly.

The room was beautiful. Warm. Personal. Unlike the cold royal feeling of the mansion rooms, this place actually felt lived in. There were fairy lights, photographs pinned beside mirrors, books scattered around, perfumes, plants, and soft blankets.

“Sit,” Aisha said gently. “Do you want water?”

Darika nodded silently.

The moment the cold water touched her throat, tears slipped out of her eyes again without permission.

Aisha’s expression softened immediately. She walked closer and hugged her without asking anything.

“It’s okay,” she whispered softly. “Whatever happened… it’s okay. And don’t force yourself not to cry. Cry all you want. Don’t carry everything inside your chest.”

And somehow, that broke Darika completely.

She didn’t even know this girl properly, yet the warmth in her voice felt more comforting than anything she had experienced in days. She buried her face into Aisha’s shoulder and cried quietly.

After some time, Aisha pulled back slightly and smiled. “Want something to eat?”

Darika shook her head.

Then after a pause, she asked quietly, “How are you staying in this mansion if you’re not part of the family?”

Aisha laughed softly and sat beside her. “Okay… let me explain the Dhariya family to you first.”

Darika listened carefully while holding the glass of water in both hands.

“So first,” Aisha said dramatically, “there’s Nayantara Dhariya ma’am. The queen of this mansion. Everybody fears her. And when I say everybody, I mean everybody. No matter how rich, powerful, dangerous, or important someone is, in front of Nayantara Dhariya, they bow their heads.”

Darika listened silently.

“And trust me,” Aisha continued, “if someone disobeys her orders, the consequences are horrible.”

Darika swallowed nervously.

Aisha laughed again. “Relax. She’s terrifying, but she’s fair too.”

Then she continued, “Nayantara Dhariya ma’am had five children. Still alive, by the way.”

That small correction made Darika laugh a little through her tears, and Aisha smiled seeing it.

“The eldest son,” Aisha continued, “is your future father-in-law. Surya Dhariya. Dhruv’s father.”

Then her voice softened a little.

“And Dhruv’s mother… she passed away years ago.”

Darika immediately looked up. “Dhruv’s mom is dead?”

Aisha nodded slowly. “Yeah. He was only seven when she died.”

But instead he simply walked toward the table silently while Darika sat there thinking about the next three days.

And honestly—

Neither of them had any idea how chaotic those three days were about to become.

---

Aisha’s voice slowly filled the room, like she was unfolding a story that had been buried for years inside the walls of the Dhariya mansion.

“And you know what…” she said quietly, her tone softening for a moment, “she was the most beautiful woman to ever exist. Some people even say she didn’t just pass away… they say she was… harmed. Killed.”

Darika’s breath caught slightly. She didn’t interrupt, but her eyes dropped to her hands. Not for Dhruv… but for the woman she never even knew existed. A life gone, a story unfinished. Something about it sat heavy in her chest.

Aisha continued after a pause. “They had only one son. Dhruv Dhariya.”

Then she shifted slightly, as if moving through generations of a living, breathing history. “The second son is Hrithik Dhariya. He was married to Mona Agarwal, and they had two children—Rushan and Mia.”

At the mention of Rushan, Darika’s expression changed instantly. Her gaze lowered, her fingers tightening slightly together. The memory of him wasn’t just uncomfortable… it felt sharp. Like something had been said that shouldn’t have been said. Something that still echoed when she tried not to think about it.

Aisha noticed it immediately. “Hey… what happened?”

Darika hesitated. Her voice came out smaller than she expected. “I was supposed to get engaged to Rushan first… but he rejected me. For another girl.”

Aisha blinked once. “Niharika?”

Darika gave a small, bitter nod. “Yes. And he didn’t just reject me… he insulted me.”

Her voice trembled slightly, then steadied again with emotion she had been holding in for too long. “I hate him. I wish he was dead.”

It wasn’t said lightly. It came from pain, not cruelty. From humiliation that still hadn’t healed.

Aisha leaned back a little, then sighed. “Yeah… honestly, a lot of people don’t like Rushan. He’s… reckless. A playboy type. Always around the wrong crowd. Nobody really keeps track of his relationships anymore.”

Darika let out a dry, humorless breath. “Maybe it’s uncountable now.”

Aisha laughed softly at that, and for a moment the heaviness eased between them.

“Yeah,” Aisha continued, “Hrithik and Mona have two kids—Rushan and Mia.”

At the mention of Mia, Aisha rolled her eyes slightly. “And Mia… she’s honestly the most irritating person in this whole family. Always gossiping, always listening to things she shouldn’t. If there’s a rumor in this house, she somehow makes it bigger.”

Darika gave a small nod. “Yeah… I kind of felt that too.”

Aisha huffed lightly, then continued. “Then there’s the third son—Rajiv Dhariya. He was the only one who actually did a love marriage in this family. He fell in love with a Christian woman, Lara.”

At that name, Darika finally connected it. “Lara…”

Aisha nodded. “Yes. Rajiv and Lara were not accepted for years, but eventually the family brought them back.”

Her tone softened a little. “I work for Lara Dhariya. I’m her personal assistant… more like I take care of her daily life now.”

She hesitated for a second before adding, “She has some mental health issues after her pregnancy. So I stay with her most of the time. Rajiv is often traveling for work, so I handle things for her.”

Darika listened quietly, absorbing everything like pieces of a map finally forming in her mind.

“So…” Darika murmured slowly, “I understand now.”

Aisha nodded again and continued, almost automatically now. “There are also two daughters in the family, Garima and another sister—I honestly forgot her name too.”

She gave a small awkward laugh. “But yeah, they also live here. Even after arranged marriages. Their husbands’ business is now part of the Dhariya empire, so everything is connected here.”

She went on explaining the children, names, ages, cousins—some details mixing, overlapping, like even she sometimes got lost in the size of this family.

By the time she finished, Darika had gone quiet, processing it all.

Darika sat there trying to process everything Aisha was saying, but the names kept piling up in her mind like scattered pieces she couldn’t fully arrange. It felt less like information and more like stepping into a world that already had too many doors.

Hrithik Dhariya – Mona Agarwal

Rushan (21)

Mia (18)

Rajeev Dhariya – Lara

Gary (17)

Shanaya – husband

Amaya (17)

Ryan (16)

Logan (9)

Deepa – husband

Garima (19)

Ryan (18)

Dexa (8)

Darika stared at it in her mind for a moment, overwhelmed, then let out a small breath. “This is too much… I can’t remember everything,” she admitted quietly. “But I think I got a rough idea.”

Aisha and Darika sat in a quieter corner of the room, the noise of the mansion fading into a distant hum as their conversation deepened. The world outside the door felt loud and complicated, but inside that small space, it was just two girls trying to make sense of a family that felt like a maze.

Darika leaned forward slightly, her voice soft but curious. “Wait… then how is Sasha related to this family?”

Aisha sighed, as if she had been expecting that question. “Leave it for now. It’s too complicated. Just know she’s somehow connected to the Dhariya family… like a cousin from some branch. But honestly?” she added, lowering her voice, “she’s everyone’s favorite.”

Darika frowned a little.

Aisha continued, “And… I think I know something. Not fully sure, but I feel it.”

“What?” Darika asked immediately.

Aisha hesitated. “I think Sasha is madly in love with Dhruv.”

For a second, Darika didn’t even react. It was like the words didn’t register properly in her mind. Then her expression shifted slowly, confusion turning sharp.

“What are you saying?” she finally said. “Yesterday she told me we look good together. She was so… normal with me.”

Aisha gave a small, uncertain shrug. “That’s her. You’d never understand. But I really think she loves him.”

Darika leaned back, stunned. “No way…”

“And the crazy part,” Aisha added, “is Rishan, the OG playboy… secretly and madly in love with Sasha.”

Silence dropped between them.

Darika blinked. “What is going on in this family…”

She pressed her fingers against both sides of her forehead, dragging them through her hair in frustration. “Rishan loves Sasha… Sasha loves Dhruv… what kind of triangle is this?”

Aisha let out a small laugh. “This family is crazy, man.”

Darika looked up quickly. “Then… who does Dhruv love?”

That question made everything go quiet.

Even Aisha didn’t answer immediately. The silence itself felt heavy, like it was hiding something.

“I don’t know,” Aisha finally said.

Darika exhaled. “Wow.”

Then Aisha tilted her head slightly. “So… how did you end up here? What’s your story? I still don’t understand you.”

Darika hesitated, then slowly started speaking. She told her everything—about the contract, the money, her family, the desperation that brought her into this mansion. Her voice didn’t break, but it carried everything she had been holding inside.

Aisha listened without interrupting, her expression slowly changing.

“Dude…” Aisha said finally, shaking her head. “You’re insane. You were ready to ruin your life like that?”

Darika gave a faint, tired smile. “Only you know this now. No one else does.”

Aisha nodded softly. “Yeah… and I guess I’m the lucky one who gets everyone’s truth.”

---

On the other side of the mansion, Dhruv was restless.

The moment Darika had left, something in him hadn’t settled. It wasn’t anger anymore—it was something messy, unclear, uncomfortable. He told himself it shouldn’t matter. She was just there because of the contract. Nothing more.

But still, he searched.

First he thought she went to complain to Nayantara Dhariya. He asked the head servant quickly, only to find out she wasn’t even in the mansion.

She wasn't in Grandma's room as Grandma was out—she had gone for an appointment, some X-ray stuff.

Then he went to Sasha’s room.

Sasha opened the door almost instantly, surprised and visibly happy and excited seeing Dhruv at her door. She was wearing a tank top and shorts—quite revealing—and there was a sudden spark of surprise and happiness on her face as if she hadn’t expected him at all. She quickly adjusted herself and, still smiling slightly, invited him in and asked softly, “What’s up, Dhruv?”

“Is Darika here?” he asked flatly.

Sasha blinked. “No… I thought she was supposed to come here at night.”

Without another word, Dhruv turned and left.

He checked the terrace next. Nothing.

Then the garden. Nothing.

Each empty space made his frustration sharper. And somewhere inside it, something else he didn’t want to name was growing.

He stopped for a moment, breathing hard. “Why am I even doing this?”

But his feet still moved.

Eventually, he returned to his room, trying to convince himself to let it go. She broke the necklace. She broke his patience. She was just a temporary presence in his life.

But when he entered the bathroom and saw her clothes still hanging there, everything paused for a second. He immediately looked away, jaw tightening, and stepped back out.

“What is wrong with me…” he muttered under his breath, rubbing his forehead again, like he was trying to erase the thought entirely.

Then he walked to his bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling—still not fully understanding why he couldn’t just stop thinking about her.

On the other side of the city, far from the cold marble order of the Dhariya mansion, Rushan had buried himself in noise.

A private resort glowed under neon lights, too bright, too loud—like it was trying to erase the idea of silence itself. Music thumped through the walls, glasses clinked endlessly, and laughter curled through the air in careless waves. Everything there felt temporary. Nothing felt real.

Rushan sat On the couch front of the pool .

A naked girl on his lap and another girl kissing his neck his back touched to the couch is head resting on the couch and he is facing the sky .

Girls dancing in bikinis , loud music

Around him, people existed like fragments of distraction. His friends laughed too loudly, girls leaned in with easy smiles, the pool shimmered under shifting lights.

“So what now?” one of his friends teased, swirling his drink lazily. “You going back to your brother’s room? Sharing a room like nothing happened?”

The sentence landed wrong.

A pause.

He quickly

Then something in Rushan’s expression hardened—slow, controlled, dangerous.

He pushed the girl sitting on his lap and walked towards the friend who shoot this words at him .

“I don’t want to hear that again,” he said lowly.

The mood shifted slightly, but someone still laughed, careless.

That was enough.

Rishan stood up abruptly, pushing away from the crowd like it physically irritated him. The air around him felt tighter now, heavier.

“I swear,” he muttered, voice rough, “that place is turning my life into a joke.”

Without waiting for another second, he walked straight to the pool and jumped in—like he was trying to drown the noise inside his head rather than enjoy the water.

Then he points at the girl from the swimming pool and she quickly dives into the pool .

Rushan grabs her by her waist and kisses her passionately.

His hand roam all over her body her back her then ass and..

"Slap - sound " He spanked her .She gasped .Then he put his cock inside her and she screamed enjoying every second of it .

Behind him, his friends were still laughing, still mocking, still chanting his name in half-jokes—talking about Dhruv, about the mansion, about “brotherhood” that felt like a trap.

Rushan wiped his face slowly, after kissing the girl in the pool for the last time and his breathing heavier .

His eyes land on his Friend who said brotherhood , A girl sucking is cock she's on her knees and he still continued teasing "BROTHER WOOD "The feeling of fatherity".

Rushan got out of the pool and a girl brought him a towel , the girl tried to kiss him but he pushed her into the pool .He walked towards that friend and said ,it's seriously not funny , I am literally gonna beat shit outta him ,Dhurv Dhariya he says and smirks .