The RJM Mansion is located in the middle of Hyderabad, beautifully decorated with flowers and fairy lights; after all, it's the Third Birthday of the firstborn of the fifth generation of their family.

It's the Birthday of Yuvein and Katyayani's firstborn twins. Aekansh and Zivah Reddy Jhaveri Malhotra. Finally, The prayers of the older RJM's were heard. Finally, they have a daughter in the family.

The older family members didn't even have any expectations that they would have a daughter in the family. Still, Katyayani's Brothers-in-law were sure that their family would finally have a daughter.
Even if her five brothers-in-law were older than her, they treated her like their mother, the reason being her maturity and love for their family.

They couldn't be happier for their older brother, Yuvein. Even though their family was happy about having a daughter finally, they didn't pamper, cherish and love their little Yuvein any less. Both of them were the apple of their eyes.

While the whole mansion was busy preparing for the biggest baby party of the year, Everything was scheduled for the day. Pooja at the temple, later annadhan under the name of the twins. A party in the evening with the kids from Aekansh and Zivah's pre-school.

This is the only day when all the family members wake up early. If not today, there are many late risers in the family. The number one on the list would be The Yuvein Reddy Jhaveri Mehrotra, The man who wants everyone to be one time but always wakes up late. There was a time when his mother wanted him to wake early, but now nobody forced him to wake early. As Idhayan says, "He has a wife, so he must be busy with his wife during the time period everyone sleeps." This one sentence always made Katyayani redder than the tomatoes, but that wasn't the Case about Yuvein. It disgusted him. How could his brother think he would be interested in that wife of his. He hated her. He despised her. He only fucks her when he doesn't really have time for finding a whore. In his life, She is nothing more than a whore.

Katyayani, just like every other day, woke up early and made her way to the Closet and took the Saree her Husband gifted her for her last birthday. Smiling at the Saree, and moved to the bathroom. She thought about her birthday; in fact, she considered it the most precious birthday gift.

After Katyayani's birthday celebration with her family, she went into their room to change into her nightclothes after tucking their kids in bed. It's been over three years since they have been married, but never did he ever treat her as his wife. But she was okay with it. He never spoke with love; he always spoke coldly with her.

Thinking about her loveless marriage, She couldn't control her tears any longer. She Sobbed in the Shower. Wiping her tears, She came out of the bathroom in her nightclothes and started to arrange her gifts on her side of the Closet.

She could hear the sound of his footsteps against the ceramic tiles of their closet. Maybe he is here to take his clothes but wasn't he already in the Shower. Turning around, She saw him covered in a towel. Wet. That was the word to describe her or him. She wanted to slap herself. How could she be aroused looking at her husband covered in a towel with water droplets slowly pacing down and disappearing under his towel? She internally smacked her head, blushing. She turned away and meekly apologized while walking out of the closet to give him some privacy.

Before she could walk out, he caught her wrist, pulling her against him. Before she could process what was happening, his lips were on hers. Shocked, her eyes wide open were staring into his eyes which always held hatred and disgust for her, now she couldn't understand his blank stare.

Closing his eyes, he moved his lips against her while his hands went under her Kurti, fumbling with her bra. Shivering against his touch, she slightly opened her mouth and closed her eyes, giving in to him. Even though she knows he doesn't love her.

After all, it was her first kiss with her husband. Her first-ever kiss. Funny, they already have kids, but he never even kissed her. He only fucked her. Never allowed her to touch him.

Remembering all this, she couldn't control her tears. Maybe this was the best day of her life, she thought, maybe by god's grace, he finally accepted her. But poor soul didn't know that all her hopes would be crushed. She didn't even realize when he started kissing her tears away and when her clothes were taken off her body. Before she could process anything, he was inside her, fucking her on the table in the middle of their closet. She realized he didn't care about her; it was just like any other time. Him treating her like a whore, Her allowing him to have his ways with her. Then, Why did he kiss her tears away?

He took her again and again continuously for another four rounds. And after he was done with her, he reached one of his cupboards and took out a Saree along with a box and threw them on her, and left after wearing his underwear and sweatpants.

She couldn't control her tears anymore. She never felt like this before. She never thought she would stoop so low in his thoughts that he would pay her back as if she was a prostitute. Trying to muffle her sobs with her hands, she sat against the table, leaning her head for support where he fucked her raw a few minutes ago.

She cursed her fate. She could never get his love. Not even his respect. She will always be his personal prostitute, Never his wife.

Even though he hated her, He bought a beautiful Saree for her. Running her hands along with the Saree, she smiled for a moment, forgetting his reasons for giving her the Saree. Katyayani opened the to find a happy birthday note along with a gold nakshi work choker and a pair of matching earrings.

Shocked for a Minute after seeing the note, she squealed loudly. Realizing that he is their room, she clamped her hands against her mouth, smiling to herself, she cried. She cried. She had tears of happiness for the first time in the twenty-two years of her life.

She couldn't believe herself; how could she assume everything on her own. She smacked her head. Giggling, she went to the mirror, wiping her tears with one hand while the other held her Saree and jewelry he gifted her.

Katyayani placed the Saree on her left shoulder and removed her earring, and placed the earring he bought her and the necklace around her neck. She smiled. She smiled, looking at herself; she never felt so beautiful. Not even did she feel so beautiful at her wedding.

Smiling to herself, she draped the Saree around her while she had a hard time trying to tie the knots of her blouse, her back facing the mirror, and trying to twist her neck behind to get a glimpse of the knots.

Tossing around here and there on his bed, Yuvein woke up due to the sunlight falling on his face, bringing the light into his dark room. Waking up, he cursed, 'The sunlight removes darkness in my room, but what about the darkness in my life? My Wife? Who is going to throw her out of my life?'

Little did he realize that the darkness of his room returns every night when his room is filled with dark colors. How could he hate his wife? The apparent reason behind the Darkness in his life.

He could see clearly what was happening in his closet from his side of the bed.

He smirked, staring at his wife with desire in his eyes, watching her like a predator preparing to attack its prey. His smirk deepened, watching her saree's pallu almost falling out while she was continuously wiggling to tie the knots on her back.

The only reason he bought this for her was the blouse of her Saree.

Sitting on the comfortable cushioned chair in one of the biggest designer stores, expertise in Indian outfits, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed that he had to come here to buy a Saree for that ugly bitch's birthday. The moment he found out about her birthday a few months after their wedding, he couldn't help but hate it.

If he were to be ever questioned in an interview about the day he hates the most, he would say his so-called wife's birthday.

Watching the manager and all the other salesmen and saleswomen running around here and there trying to get him the best designer Indian traditional outfits, Yuvein rolled his eyes. He hated the fact that his brothers forced him into buying a gift for their lovely mother-like bhabhi.

He couldn't say no to his brothers. So here he is, trying to find something for his wife. His evil mind gave him the idea of buying the ugliest Saree for his wife.

While the salesgirl showed him different Sarees, he raised his index finger and swiped it right while all along for the past one hour he was swiping his finger left like rejecting women on dating app, but he doesn't even need one. Women throw themselves on his feet to spend a night with them.

He asked her to bring the Saree that belongs to that backless blue blouse.'A simple White Saree, not something he would gift his wife', he thought.

He cursed the fate of that lucky bitch; she doesn't just get to be called his wife, also gets to be his whore and his money. Now that bitch gets gifts from him too. Wow. He thought sarcastically.

"Pack that," he ordered the salesgirl. The salesgirl meekly nodes her head and ran away from him to the billing counter.

Taking the Saree and that cheap gold necklace he bought before the Saree, He left.

Taking long strides towards the Closet, he pushed her against the wall, his lust overpowering his emotions; he started kissing and nibbling on her neck.
Startled by his behavior, Katyayani tried to remove his hands from her body and tried pushing him off. If it were any other day, she would have let him have his way with her but today was their kid's birthday. She had a lot of preparations yet to do.

She couldn't control herself from moaning when he nibbles on her sweet spot. This aroused him even more, and before she could even say anything he was already removing her Saree swiftly.

"Please Stop," She begged him. Standing there in her underskirt and holding her blouse against her body from letting it fall on the floor. She took deep breaths.

She couldn't help but hate gravity.

While removing his sweatpants, he raised his eyebrow at her after hearing her words, Asking her silently if she really dared to tell him to stop.

Katyayani anywhere but him.

Standing in boxers, "Nobody is going to be awake at 5:45 in the morning in my Mansion. And our kids won't be awake early until their babies went to wake them up today. My family won't even come out of their rooms until 6:30." He said coldly.

He smirked, getting closer to her until she was squished between him and the mirror, "so you still have 30 minutes or more." before claiming her lips while his hands pushed her more into him and tied the knots on her back.

'What is he doing? Didn't he say that he wanted to do it? Then why does he want to' she heard his voice.

"JUMP," He ordered her.

Scared, she jumped a bit, and that was enough for his tall frame to grab her ass and wrap her legs around him. And her hands around his shoulder. Pushing her back against the mirror, he pushed her underskirt up, ripped her panties, and threw them on the floor.

She gasped while he entered his tongue inside her mouth, dominating her and reminding her that she doesn't get tell him to stop while he entered two of his fingers inside her Vagina. Katyayani moaned against his mouth, causing his smirk to deepen at her arousal. Pushing them in and out of her, he rubbed his thumb against her clit while he was sucking on her neck.

Her moans made him hard, and he couldn't control it any longer, and he ordered her to remove his boxers while he continued pumping in and out of her making it harder for her to push his boxers down.

When she tried pushing his boxers down, her hands accidentally touched his junior, which was waiting to be deeply buried inside her, causing him to groan and fastening his movement inside her.

When Katyayani pushed his boxers a fade but down, he completely pushed them out with his feet fastly. While he still fingered his wife and the moment she was about the release, he removed his fingering, causing her to open her eyes to stare into his lustful eyes.

Without warning he slammed into her, making her moan loud.

There lay two people on bed on a small and cozy bed in a tiny room filled with papers flying around due to the fan hanging in the ceiling.

His arms tightened around her waist, his face nestled in her neck. He could smell the vanilla fragrance causing him to smile when the first rays of sunshine fell on his face. Nestling into her neck, he kissed her, making her moan.

He felt something liquid in his eyes. Abruptly opening his eyes, all he saw was red.

He fell off the bed, shivering. He made his way back in there to pull her towards him to see what it was.

He wished that it wasn't hers.

His Trembling hands pulling the girl towards him couldn't help but feel the pain of someone stabbing his heart.

Touching the blood oozing out of her neck and flowing away and the bed being drenched her blood, he couldn't help but sob into his neck.

"Baby," He heard her soft voice.

Turning his head toward the corner, he heard the voice from; he smiled while crying.

"Bora Bora," he whispered, smiling.

She was slowly drifting away while her dead body laid in his arms.

"Bora Bora, Bora Bora," he yelled again and again, but she was no more.

Vatsalya woke up sweating and tears flowing out of his eyes. He hated her. He hated her for making him suffer. He hated her for being an angel in his nightmares while she is a demon who is killing him slowly. He hated her because she made him hate himself.

He hated her because he loved her—his bora bora.

Wiping his tears with the corner of his sleeves, he smiled, remembering his two little demons.

After everything that happened, they were his haven. His little niece and nephew.His little kids.
Their birthday has become one of the most important days of his life.

He immediately rushed towards his bathroom after picking his clothes for attending Pooja which Yuvein and his bhabhi performed every year with their whole family present for the well-being of the twins.

It was already 7:00 am. Holy Shit. 'I am late; I am fucking late. I will probably be the last one to wish them.' Vatsalya Groaned.

'I am such a bad Babai. I should at least put my bitter past aside on the birthday of the two most important people of my life.' He thought.

Brushing his hair and setting his Kurta straight after taking his watch and sprinkling his cologne near his neck and underarms, Vatsalya dashed out of his room.

Only to find the rest of them except for the father of the twins, and all of them looked dead in the eyes at each other.

Now or Never.

Do or Die.

Brothers don't matter anymore.

All of them didn't care anymore.
All of them ran, fighting and cursing each other, trying to stop one another.

Babai-Father's younger brother.
Pooja-The act of worshiping gods.
Annadhan-a sacred offering of food.
Kurta and Kurti-typically a long top worn in South Asia, precisely in India.

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The picture above is the type of Saree Katyayani would wear.

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