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The forest was oak-brown with leaves falling on the solid ground. Some trees were aged and primitive, some were young with smooth branches. The birds were chirping and twittering their own unique tune. Monkeys were scrambling and hooting from one tree to another. The venomous but attractive snakes were slithering through the branches of the trees. The deep and dim forest was dense and humid.

The dark green and gloomy forest was hiding some deep secrets , secrets of nature, secrets of wild creatures, deep red and black secrets of crimes.

The man walking in the forest of secrets, inhaled the deep minty smell of nature as the light and shadow danced across his face. The dried branches and leaves creaked under his polished black shoes as he walked on the same old path he was known all his life. The chorus of the day birds suddenly stopped and the venomous snakes hissed as if they knew, in the form of a human the lion is entering in the jungle.

Suddenly he stopped in the middle of the woods in the darkest region. He tapped his right foot three times on the solid ground beneath him.

One...Two...Three..

And the gates of the underground secret bunker opened for him, welcoming him. The underground bunker in the middle of the woods was linked by endless tunnels that merged and separated the entering and escaping routes. The entering routes known to few and the escaping route to the fewer.

No common man knew that the enchanting forest surrounding the grand triumvirate estate was actually one of the biggest mafia hideouts, situated beneath the solid surface of the woods.

The bright sun rays reached the hidden bunker as the dark iron gates were opened by one of the most trusting men of the mafia. A black mask was hiding his real identity only the light brown eyes can be seen which was void of any emotions. A silver ak-15 on his shoulder was shining as the sunlight showed on it.

He nodded in respect to the man, and did his job.

"Do you have a phone?" he asked the visitor, getting a nod in return.

"Give it, " he said, blankly opening his palm.

The man smirked in pride seeing how truthfully the young man was doing his job as he put his phone in his hands.

"Where is he? " he asked as the young man did the security check.

"Family meeting," his reply was curt and short.

The wooden stairs creaked as the both men descended down and entered the hideout.

The walls of the bunkers were bloody and creepy, the walls were screaming yet lively. The hidden bunker was a synonym of terror.

The black walls were spotless like a clean mirror hiding the deadliest weapons behind it. Organised and militarized AR -15,AK-47, BB guns, Umarex-9xp in silver and black and many other cargo of guns and firearms. This mafia bunker was secret home to the most powerful weapons, calibers and the deadliest grenade launchers.

Inside the bunker, in the main hall thousands of soldiers were gathered, each of their face was hiding behind the black cloth mask, all of them stood still in their place and looked upon their leader, their capo, their Don, their godfather with respect and pride in their eyes.

Leaving the visitor behind, the young man joined his family members and the old man leaned on the wall and looked ahead at his son who was about to give a speech to his mafia family.

"If you are a traitor you are not getting out of here alive."

As soon as Vikram said this, he was shot.

Someone shot the bullet on his chest, the blood smeared on his shirt pocket. Vikram shut his eyes in irritation and his nose flared in anger, he had worn this white shirt especially for their date with Aadya. Now the bloody bastard has destroyed his favourite shirt.

"I don't know whether you understand that or not but I have been shot in my chest by one of my family members. By one of you."

The crowd was shocked and raging in fury. One of their family members has betrayed them and shot their don, their father. They looked at each other and the traitor was hiding among them. Once they find who the traitor is they will give him a cruel death. Bloody venomous snake hiding under their sleeves!

"It takes much more than a bullet to kill a Mafia Don," Vikram said, opening his bloodstained shirt.

He coughed three times and continued with his speech.

"I don't have a fear of death. I know death is out there waiting for me. So next time if you want to kill me, shoot the bullet between my eyes, staring at me.

I have never discriminated on the basis of birth, money, duty, sins, virtue, caste, colour, friend, relative or disciples. To me every man and woman present here is my family. My love and care for each one of you is in equilibrium."

Vikrams powerful and deep yet calm voice echoed in the hall as he stood like a leader and proceeded with his speech. The bullet still stuck inside his skin and the blood oozed out. He stood there shirtless like a nondestructive rock.

"I have never forgotten my duty towards you but it seems like some of you may have forgotten their duty towards me and the oath of loyalty you have given this family.

The traitor among you has chosen the wrong path. You have betrayed me by giving our most valuable information to the Irish Mafia,one of our prime rivals. We have lost one of our most important projects only because of a traitor hiding among you. I know who the betrayer is. Now it's your chance to find out the one who tried to kill me in front of all of you. Find the one because of whom we have tasted the taste of defeat.

I am giving you all thirty hours, find the betrayer hiding among you. Let's see how capable you are.

The time starts now."

Vikram's footsteps thundered down on the spotless surface as he finished his speech and went to his father who was standing at the corner of the hall with a blank look in his face.

The Maldivian Island was now in the Irish's grasp. The most valuable piece of land in today's world. Not only the mafias, the secret organizations, the government body, the top armies of the world had their eyes set on that land. In the end it was the Irish who got the land.

It's much more dangerous than it seems, the government, the armys, the mafia, everyone was going against each other just for the piece of land.

The soil of that land generates gold, white gold.

The land of little devils, "Fentanyls"

The Maldivian Island was once owned by the great family of Albanians. However, the inner conflict in their family makes them lose their most prideful assets. And now the land is in the wrong hands. In the hands of the Irish Mafia.

"What saved you? " asked Jairaj, as Vikram sat on the chair across from him.

Vikram takes the playing cards pack out of the pocket of his blood stained shirt. There was a bullet hole straight through all fifty two cards. The cards have saved his life.

"I was planning to play a game of cards with you. I guess next time," he chuckled as the doctor aided his wound.

" It destroyed your favourite shirt. "

"Yes it did. I wore this shirt especially for my darling today," he sighed.

I think I should wear my other favorite shirt. The blue one, Vikram thought as the doctor took out the bullet from his chest. The blood splattered out.

"You are meeting her tonight?" asked Jairaj.

"Yes, it's a date."

"How is she? Your woman, Aadya." asked Jairaj.

Vikram's lips tilted in a heart warming smile as he remembered her every attribute. How is she?

"She is...fiesty, cheeky, open hearted, emotional, sometimes she is shy and other times BOLD.

She is blissful..uhh.. a blissful essence of pride, her enchanting looks, her inimitable smile, her simplicity, her gracefulness draws me in to her. She is so real, so true to herself. And you know what the most endearing thing about her is?

She is so fun, kind and very, very beautiful. She could turn the head of a stone statue. And this cheeky girl is so oblivious of her attributes. And her obliviousness to her beauty and kindness is so unbelievably endearing. It adds the shining stars to her charms. I have not seen a woman like her before. She is really unique."

Vikram's father looked at him. His son was a changed man. If it was the old Vikram, the whole bunker would have been destroyed by now. Vikram's anger always got the best of him. The old Vikram would have killed the traitor till now. However the new Vikram who was sitting in front of him was giving a last chance to the betrayer. And smiling in pain just by speaking about the girl.

The girl sure has some positive impact on his son. And if she is the one who is making his son sensible and responsible then he did not have any problem with the girl or their choice of relationship.

"Does she know about the Mafia?" asked Jairaj, Mafia is the truth of their life that they could not hide from their family members. If she is becoming a family then she must know everything about their family and that includes the mafia also.

"No, she doesn't, " said Vikram, as one of his people gave him a cup of yogurt and Vikram added three spoonfuls of sugar in it. Other than Aadya, some sweets could cheer him up.

"And you are not telling her?"

"No," he said nonchalantly, throwing the spoon away and eating the yogurt with his fingers.

"You are lying to her," stated Jairaj.

Vikram looked away from the cup in his hand and stared directly at his father and said, "Yes."

"What if she found out about it? "

"I will not let that happen."

"You are not loyal to her. Hiding the truth of your life from the lady you claim to be yours."

"It's for her own betterment. And you know this well," buttoning up his new shirt,he said.

"What about the future?" Jairaj enquired.

"What about it?"

"Marriage, family, kids."

"We will get married soon. She knows what she is doing. She is ready to be our wife, I don't see any problem in it." Vikram looks at the time in his wrist watch. Fuck! He was five minutes late!

"And kids?"

"We don't want kids."

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Aadya looked at her reflection in the mirror, and from the last few days she was glowing.

Her white cheeks always carry a tint of pink and the glow only increases whenever their thoughts cross her mind, just like now.

She was nervous, it was the first time she would be with them in public. The last two times when she was alone with them was nothing but special. She felt comfortable and content. But today the anxiety is killing her. Tonight she will be alone with them in a public place.

Wearing the diamond earrings with rubies on it, she blew out a breath of nervousness.

The diamond earrings with the red ruby were definitely complementing her outfit beautifully. After a long time she was wearing an Indian outfit.

She twirled a little while making her dress swirling like a freshly bloomed flower.

A notification popped up on her phone. It was a message from Vikram, he told her to come out as they were waiting for her outside her apartment.

Slowly she slid the white curtains of the window. Her breath hitched as soon as she saw them.

There they were, leaning on the car waiting for her. In a simple black suit, Rudra was looking smoky hot. He had not put any effort into looking good, not that it was needed. This man can look alluring even in a potato sack.

Vikram was looking charming and amusing like always as he racked his hand on his dark brown hair, in a blue suit he was looking breathtaking.

Digvijay was dressed rather formally tonight, an Italian tailored suit bringing out his fit shape.

She stared at them, as Digvijay pulled out a match from his pocket and lit it.

The three men put the cigarette in the corner of their mouth and lit it with a single match stick.

As if feeling her eyes on them, they looked towards her room's window. Aadya gasped and hid behind the curtains, she was caught red handed gawking at them.

Taking a few deep breaths she calmed herself and wrapping a maroon shawl around her shoulder she went out.

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Aadya looked down, not meeting their gaze, twisting and knotting her fingers in nervousness.

A shy smile was curling on her thin lips. It was the first time she had made a little extra effort and had embellished herself for someone else.

For them.

Her gaze was on the floor all time but the second she glanced away from the floor and looked at them, the three alpha men knew she was either going to be the death of them...or she was going to be the one who would bring them back to life.

Aadya stood in front of the men who were going to be her life partners soon, with her hands behind her back, meeting their gaze then glancing away in the next second.

And the three men stood there still like an old statue of Zeus. The woman in front of them was no normal girl, she was looking like a Venus reincarnated.

There was not a single word in the dictionary of any language in the world that could describe her divine beauty.

Beautiful, ethereal, charming, alluring, tender, enchanting, fascinating, tempting, nymph, gorgeous, vixen, sublime, even the word goddess was less to describe her beauty.

"Nice shirts," Aadya said, playing with her earring nervously, trying to break the awkward silence surrounding them.

The condition of the three men was pretty fuckedup, all the blood had rushed from their head to the south and their member was throbbing hard inside their pants.

Aadya was looking so desirable in the dark red and golden anarkali suit. In a simple Indian dress she was looking so sexy and innocent. She did not have to show her skin to make them want her. The shyness in her eyes was enough to make the three men cum in their pants. They were sure by the end of the evening they will definitely reach their orgasm just by her presence otherwise they will do something animalistic and unholy.

She should not be allowed to step outside the home looking this sinfully beautiful. We should cancel this date and take her to our home instead, Rudra was being protective.

Only if he could hide her from everyone's eyes he would have done that. She was only theirs to look, to love,to lust.

Digvijay was finding it hard to name the emotions in his heart for her. He could have written a whole book describing how beautiful she was looking. The first and last being perfection.

Vikram again moved his gaze from her beautiful feet to her raven hair, everything about her was so enchanting. She was an enchantress. However something was missing though.

Vikram frowned, what was missing?

Aadya gasped slightly and her cheeks flamed red as Vikram's fingers softly untucked her hair and freed them from the tight bun.

Their gaze on her was so strong and lustful, it was making her feel giddy and flustered, coy and unholy thoughts raced on her mind as she glanced down and caught how their body was responding to her. She was feeling shy but at the same time a feeling of pride and power surges in her seeing how easily she affected them.

"Let's go." Vikram said, opening the door of the car for her.

She sat between Digvijay and Rudra while Vikram was sitting in front of her. Their close proximity and their masculine scent was affecting her like she was drunk in some kind of euphoria. The fact that she was giving them a hard throbbing erection only made her mind turn into a puddle.

Aadya looked outside through the window trying to pull herself together and not think about their miserable state.

Her raven wings like hair flew freely as the breezy wind coming from the open window was grazing them.

The gentle smell of jasmine of her hair was enough to make Digvijay's condition worse.

Rudra took a hold of her closed hands and gently opening her palms he placed a soft kiss.

In a few days of knowing her, he had come to know about some weird habits of Aadya.

One of them being she kissing her palms now and then. For her it was the sign of luck.

He again kissed her palm waiting for her to give him her one look however her gaze was fixed on the scenery passing by.

Vikram frowned at her behavior, she never ignored them. If nothing she would have given them a look of annoyance or passed them a kind smile of hers but here she is totally ignoring them.

Was she feeling uncomfortable ?

He pinched her chin and made her look at him, her skin was so warm and soft like a newborn baby's skin. She looked at him from under her eyelashes, he had never seen her this flustered before, he was missing his cheeky Aadya.

"This lipstick suits you," he smirked coyly.

"Thankyou." she said.

"I wish I could taste it," he winked, tracing his finger on her lower lip. Aadya narrowed her eyes at him. She opened her mouth to bite his finger but he took his hands away and chuckled seeing the mean look she was giving him.

"It doesn't taste good but if you want you can have a taste of it. It's liquid suede. Go buy it and taste it." she savagely replied.

Vikram smiled in triumph getting a savage reply from her.

Soon the car came to a halt. Aadya was surprised how perfectly her waist fitted in Digvijay's hands as he wrapped an arm around her while Rudra held her palms in a firm grip. She looked over her shoulder at Vikram who passed a little smile to her as he followed them.

Aadya was shocked by the classically romantic setting of the restaurant. It was the richest restaurant in the city owned by none other than the triumvirates.

The roof of the restaurant was glass, which let the light through. The lamp was shaped like a Japanese maple tree and the table, decorated with glittering red candles, was creating an ambiance.

Mozart! He was one of her favourite composers. His soulful tunes with purity and melancholy in it always touched her heart. And the most special part of tonight's dinner was the music.

A pretty girl in black smiled at the couple of four as her fingers played the Mozart, elegantly and gracefully. The soulful music suited the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant.

Rudra took off her maroon velvet shawl and handed it to the waiter and pulled out a seat for her.

"What would you like to eat?" Digvijay asked, taking a menu from the waiter and presenting it to her.

"Burritos," she quickly replied.

The three men were frozen for a second, in such a romantic and elegant environment she wanted to eat burritos!

"Deal with it. We can wait, "Digvijay said, handing the menu to the apologetic waiter.

"Please close your eyes," Aadya said as soon as the waiter was gone.

"Why? Rudra asked, confused.

"Please," she requested.

"That's stupid."

"Pleeeease, for me," she again requested, blinking her eyes innocently.

The three looked at her innocent face, sighing they closed their eyes.

"Silly girl," Digvijay muttered.

Aadya grinned and pulled out their gift that she had brought for them. And place their respective gifts in front of them.

"Now you can open your eyes."

"A key chain? " Vikram looked at her confused.

"Yepp, press the button on it. You will get a real surprise."

She chuckled seeing the look on their face as they pressed the button and the golden letters lightened up on the key chain.

"Mr. Jerk ass."

"Mr. Man whore."

"Mr. Fancy pants."

"I am not a jerk ass," Rudra exclaimed.

"Yes you are. Have you forgotten how rudely you talked to me on the night of the award function?"

"But after that I never talked to you like that. I bought flowers for you. And I take you to see the milky way when you are upset."

"Umm.." she pretended to think."Still you are a jerk ass."

"Mr. Fancy pants, Hn?" Digvijay was amused with the name she choosed for him.

"Yep," she uttered, grinning sheepishly.

"Mr. Man whore?" Vikram asked, arching an eyebrow.

She nodded her head up and down.

"Okay. okay, it was a joke. I have got some real gifts for you. I was actually shopping for Christmas gifts for the kids. So I thought why not get something for you three too."

"This is the watch that caught my attention. It's not some expensive branded watch that you always wear but I think it will look good on your wrist," she said, sliding the watch box towards Vikram.

"Umm.. I don't know if you are into stud earrings or not. But that night in the library I noticed your ear piercing. And I think you will look amazing wearing them. I know you like to be tidy and clean all the time. And this earring will only make you look rowdy and rough.So no pressure to wear it, you can only keep them with you," she said, placing the stud earrings in front of Digvijay.

"I have noticed one thing about you, you never wear ties. So this one is for you. I hope you will wear this tie at your next meeting," she said to Rudra, giving him the tie she bought for him.

They looked at her as if they were meeting her for the first time. It felt so abnormal to see how expressive she was being. She brought gifts for them on their first date. Wasn't it a men's thing to bring a gift for their date? They did not even get a bouquet of flowers for her and here she is thinking about their needs and bringing gifts for them without expecting anything in return. She was truly special, so different from everyone else they have ever met.

"Do you like it," she asked, a little nervously.

I should have given them a simple pen or a packet of cigarettes , that's what they like to do. To work and smoke, Aadya thought.

"Like it? I love this tie, Princess. " Rudra said, giving her a full blown smile.

"Really!" her eyes lightened up seeing how happy he was with his gift.

"Yes, really." Rudra said, pinching her cheeks gently.

Aadya looked so happy getting his appreciation. She glanced at Vikram as he said, "will you help me wear it ?"

"Sure," she smiled and helped him by wearing a watch around his wrist. The black wristwatch looked stunning on his veiny arm, complementing his brown skin.

Aadya looked at Digvijay with hope shining in her blue green orbs.

He did not like the gift. She pouted slightly thinking so.

"I will keep it with me, " he said, putting the stud earring inside his coat pocket.

"Okay," she said softly. At least he accepted the gift. She was happy with that.

"So adorable, " she smiled, seeing a young couple dancing on the dance floor in a slow romantic tune.

"Let's go, " said Rudra, standing up from his place and holding his hand out to her. Aadya raised her brows in question.

"Dance with me," he said.

"Rudra, I can't dance to save my life. I will only embarrass you."

Aadya grimaced remembering all the cringy and funny old memories of her childhood when she used to try dancing like shakira but ended up looking like a headless chicken!

"You will never embarrass me, come."

She looked at the couples dancing on the dance floor, they were dancing so gracefully and then she looked at his extended hand, sighing as she placed her hand on his.

She tried to ignore the stares of people they received as they approached the dance floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the next song with your love in your arms," clicking the glass with a spoon, a lady whispered sensually on the microphone.

Rudra kept his eyes on her, she was stiff and nervous fully depending on him.

"Rudra," she whispered, "everyone is looking at us."

He squeezed her hand slightly and smiled, "Really, " he chuckled softly, "Loose it up a little, Princess."

Sitting on his one knee, Rudra took off her heels.

Aadya gasped slightly feeling his cold fingers on her skin, he should not bow down to her like that.

Standing up on his feet, he opened his palms to her.

Aadya glanced at his opened palms and then him.

Her insecurities were naked in front of the world, but his gaze locked with hers was strong enough for her to put her trust in him.

She placed her warm hands on his cold ones.

"Stand on my shoes," he said and she did.

Rudra placed his hand on her back, her hand on his shoulder and their free hands finally met, clasping together.

The light from the grand chandelier was shining on his brown orbs.

She could feel his warm breath on her cheeks as he towered over her.

Her heart was racing a thousand miles feeling him against her body. Her gaze moved away from his dark eyes to his rough lips as he murmured the lyrics of the song to her.

"I ain't playing no games

Every word that I say is coming straight from my heart

So if you tryna lay in these arms

I'ma leave the door open."

Together they swayed with the music, she felt herself relaxing, she allowed a small smile to form on her lips.

Aadya found herself losing in soulful music and his sinful orbs. She was secure and elated in his arms.

They can move like this to the tune of the music for the rest of their life.

Suddenly he separated himself from her, she frowned, missing the warmth of his body. Rudra held her hand in his and twirled her. She looked like a fairy as her dress swirled around as she twirled and giggled. Her breath hitched as he took his hand away from her and she landed on a hard chest.

Glancing up she met with the dark lustful orbs of Vikram. He was looking like a handsome Lucifer as he smirked deviously. He held her tightly against him, and moved their body along with the music. His hold was tough and harsh, his eyes alert and his moves dominant, clearly showing his intentions. He wanted to take the lead. He turned elegantly yet there was a sort of harshness in his movements as they moved together across the dance floor.

He was seducing her with his words, he whispered sexily in her ears, "feel what are you doing to me," rubbing his throbbing hard on to her.

She gasped, eyes widened as the hotness spread on every cell of her body feeling his erection.

His one hand was holding her hand in a firm grip and the other hand that was on her waist was slowly gliding down, she bit his shoulder harshly like a wild cat as he lightly slapped her little bum.

"Vikram, everyone is looking." she groaned in his ears.

"I know and I like that," he chuckled, like a hungry wolf.

"And stop calling me Vikram or Manwhore,call me honey. My soon to be little wife," he whispered in her ears.

Honey? No, you are horny.

He bit her earlobe sensually, muttering the lyrics,

"So sweet

So tight

I won't bite

Unless you like"

"Shameless man." she mumbled.

He laughed and twirled her, and she found herself again in Rudra's arms. They again moved with the rhythm of music. They danced softly and gracefully, she understood their little game. One was gentle and the other was harsh.

She gave a mean look to Rudra receiving a charming smile from him. And that's when she decided to lose herself in them, forgetting her worries and insecurities she danced freely. She swayed in their arms, nothing seemed to matter anymore.

She felt like she was floating as she blended herself in their softness and harshness. Rudra's subtle moves and Vikram's rough moves blew her mind away. She was resting her head on Rudra's chest when her eyes met with Digvijay's. He was sitting in the same place as before, sipping the red wine looking at them.

It bothered her.

He should be with me, here. Holding me in his arms, moving side to side with the rhythm of music. His ignorance hurted her.

"He will not dance, Princess." Rudra whispered, placing his head on hers.

"Why?" she asked in a small voice looking directly at Digvijay's eyes.

"Because he will sing for you."

"Sing?" she asked, confused.

Rudra kissed her head as the song came to an end and the audience's applause filled their ears.

A bright smile came to Aadya's face as they returned to their table. There were so many dishes on the table, but she only ordered Burritos, right? Then something struck her and she looked at Digvijay. He had ordered these delicious dishes for her.

She happily sat in her place and looked dreamily at the variety of dishes.

Yum..Yum.. Lemme me eat everything. My tummy needs some food after dancing this much.

She looked so elated and her mouth watered when Digvijay filled her plate.

"One more please," she asked for one more burrito.

"Here," she started filling their plates too but Vikram stopped her and said, "You enjoy your food." She grinned and started feeding her tummy.

"Yummy, yummy. I loved the food, " she said, eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the taste of food to her heart content.

The three men watched how blissfully she was enjoying the food. She was savouring the taste of every dish. They somehow felt proud and content.

A delight appeared on Aadya's face as she found the pickled veggies hiding among the other dishes.

In her excitement she scooped a big portion of it and put it in her mouth. An uncertain look appeared on her face and she shut her eyes tightly and scrunched her nose and shook her head as the sensations ran down her body tasting the sour pickles.

Rudra chuckled watching her face and Vikram followed. Digvijay's lips tugged upward, Aadya looked at all three of them and giggled, clicking her tongue. Soon her laugh echoed in the restaurant followed by Rudra's and Vikram's. After a long time Digvijay found himself getting happy hearing her beautiful laugh. The people in the restaurant were glancing at them now and then, some of them even chuckled seeing how the girl was enjoying the company of the most powerful men of the city. And others were shocked, seeing how carefree the girl was around the most dangerous men of the country.

Later, the waiter brought some sweet dishes and served them.

Aadya exclaimed at the sight of it, she was so happy. For her it was the best date one could ever ask for.

She got dressed in a beautiful dress, she danced, she laughed, and most importantly she was enjoying many yummy dishes. And the sweet dishes only came as a bonus.

"Yes Princess, it's real," Rudra teased her, looking how her eyes were shining brightly seeing her favourite sweet dishes.

He sliced the choco lava cake and placed the biggest slice on her plate.

They are not jerk ass, man whore or fancy pants. They are sweet, caring, little flirty and a little shameless. I like it, Aadya mused, happily eating the choco lava cake.

But you definitely are an erection killer, said her subconscious.

Erection killer? Aadya tilted her head and asked her subconscious.

Yep! Just look how they are squirming in their seats.

She looked at them and yes, it looked like they were adjusting themselves. Then she remembered how hard Vikram was when they were dancing.

She pouted thinking, sometimes it's really hard to be a man.

"Why are you not eating, Darling, it's your favourite." asked Vikram seeing how she was lost in her thoughts.

"Vikram, is it hurting? " she asked in a caring tone.

Of course it must be hurting them, you idiot. They are having a hard time for more than an hour. Exclaimed her subconscious.

Oh poor them!

"What hurts? " asked Digvijay, wiping the cream from her lips.

She glanced down and mumbled playing with the spoon, "Your condition down there."

"What? Say it clearly, Princess. I don't understand you."

"Is it painful for your.. You know" she trailed off blinking her eyes innocently.

"Say. It. Clearly." Vikram said, giving her a pointed look.

"Forget it. It was a stupid thing," she said, putting another spoonful of cake in her mouth.

The three men looked at her in confusion but didn't bother to persuade her to tell.

"Is your little thingy hurting," she asked, not able to control herself. Now she needed to know the answer, she didn't know why but she needed to.

"Little thingy? "

Aadya groaned at their stupidity and said,"Yes, your thingy! your gun, your pole, your willy, your ding dong, your tool, your toy, your manhood,your baby maker, the thing you piss from, your soldier or whatever they call it. Is it really painful to endure an erection for a long time ?"

She asked in all seriousness looking at their eyes directly. The curiosity was bugging her. She really wanted to know the basic science of man's body.

Could it be painful or dangerous?

The three men looked at her stunned, she was way too forward. She was really something else.

"A little," said Rudra, a little embarrassingly.

" Can I help you in anyway. " she asked, this time too with all seriousness.

"Aadya don't," Vikram gritted, warning her. She is making their situation worse.

She was low-key harassing them!

That too without even touching them!

"But why, I just want to help." she shrugged. It's just a simple question, you answer and move on from the topic. What's the big deal?

"If you don't shut up at this very moment. I will commit the biggest crime of my life that is fucking you right in front of everyone till you beg for mercy," Digvijay said, calmly.

His tone was as blank as he swirled the glass of liquor in his hand and gave her a dead serious look.

"You will not," she mumbled, licking the spoon.

"I will babe, with or without your consent."

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