Randheer and Rajveer looked at me expectantly as I stood before them. Their faces, once so stern, had softened slightly, as if they too were feeling the gravity of this unusual situation. I could see the hint of curiosity in their eyes, wondering what kind of woman would agree to such a union.

"We will treat you with honor and respect," Randheer assured me, his hand reaching out to take mine. "You will be our wife in every sense of the word, and we will cherish you."

I nodded, trying to gather the courage to speak my mind. "I want to register our marriage under a special act first," I said, my voice quivering slightly. "It's important to me that our union is recognized by the law and protected."

Their eyes met, and I could see the surprise in them. But Randheer spoke up first, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. "As you wish," he said, his tone firm. "We will arrange for the registration tomorrow. It is not our custom, but we respect your wishes."

Rajveer nodded in agreement, his gaze never leaving mine. "We understand," he said, his voice softer than his brother's. "We want this to be a true union, not just a means to an end."

The following day, we found ourselves in the local magistrate's office, the dusty air thick with tension and the scent of ink. My heart hammered in my chest as I stood between the two brothers, my hands shaking as I signed the marriage registry. The scribe's pen scratched against the paper, an eerie sound that seemed to echo through the small, dimly lit room.

As the ink dried, the reality of my situation settled heavily upon me. I was now wife to two men, bound by a legal protection that was as much a declaration of peace as it was a surrender to fate.

The brothers led me back to their mansion, where I was met with a mix of curious and suspicious glances from the Thakur family members. The women whispered behind their veils, and the men nodded in silent respect. The matriarch, an elegant woman with a stern countenance, took me aside and spoke in a low, firm tone. "You are now a part of this family," she said, her eyes searching mine. "You will be treated as one of us, but do not forget your place."

I nodded, understanding the unspoken rules of the house. Over the next few days, I was introduced to the vast array of relatives and servants, each one watching me with a mix of curiosity and judgment. I could feel the weight of the feud lifting slightly, replaced by a new tension that thrummed just beneath the surface of our interactions.

The Thakur brothers were true to their word; they treated me with respect and even kindness. They were both busy with their respective duties—Randheer with his political aspirations and Rajveer with his military responsibilities joined back to his duty  posted in Jaipur. So our days were filled with a strange rhythm of solitude and brief moments of togetherness.

Randheer, the more stoic of the two, was often preoccupied with his work, leaving me to navigate the intricate social web of the Thakur household. I learned quickly to avoid the whispers of the jealous women and the calculating glances of the men who had hoped to marry their daughter into the Thakur lineage themselves. I found solace in the vast library, where I could lose myself in books and the quiet company of my thoughts.

One evening, as I lay in the large, unfamiliar bed that now belonged to me, I picked up an erotic novel I had smuggled from my own home. It was a rare escape from the reality of my new life, a chance to feel something other than fear and obligation. The words on the pages painted vivid images in my mind, igniting a flame in my belly that I had never felt before. I read by the flickering dim light, my heart racing with each scandalous scene.

As I grew more and more lost in the tale, I became unaware of a presence in the room. Glancing up, I saw Randheer and Rajveer standing there, their gazes unmistakably drawn to the rise and fall of my chest beneath the thin fabric of my pallu, which was carelessly lying open down my shoulders. A blush spreading across my cheeks as I realized what they must think. I quickly closed the book and sat up, trying to compose myself.

Randheer's eyes bore into me, his expression unreadable. "What is it you read so intently?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion.

My cheeks burned even hotter as I clutched the book to my chest. "It's just a story," I mumbled, hoping they couldn't see the title hidden from their view.

Randheer took a step closer, his hand outstretched. "Let us see," he said, his tone more curious than demanding.

I felt a warm breath next to my ear as Rajveer leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It looks like an exotic novel," he murmured, plucking the book from my grasp.

" You are back. Finally!!!" Beeped Meera hugging Rajveer in her embrace.

The air in the room grew thick as his words hung between us, and I could feel their eyes on me, assessing me and my dress.

"Yes, I am back Love. Perhaps we can act out some of these scenes for our new bride."

The blush that had been slowly receding flared up again, painting my cheeks a deep crimson. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "It's just a book, not something to be shared."

Randheer took the book away from my reach, his gaze flicking over the pages before looking at me with a newfound interest. "It seems your education extends to more... pleasurable subjects," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. He closed the book and set it aside. "But there will be plenty of time for that tonight."

My stomach flipped at the thought of what was to come. I had been married to them for a week, and yet we had not consummated the union. The thought of sharing my body with two strangers, no matter how kind they had been to me, was terrifying. But I knew it was my duty, a part of the deal that had brought peace to our families.

Just then, I felt a warm hand trace the line of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. It was Randheer, his touch gentle but firm, his thumb lingering on the pulse point that always seemed to give me away. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as his fingers danced closer to the edge of my  blouse. Meanwhile, I could feel the heat of Rajveer's breath on the back of my neck, his own hand sliding around my waist to rest on my stomach.

With trembling hands, I helped them remove my sari, each layer revealing more of my bare skin. They took their time, as if savoring the moment, their eyes devouring every inch of me. I tried to remain calm, to keep my breath even, but my body betrayed me. My heart pounded in my chest, and my skin felt as though it were on fire under their gazes.

Randheer was the first to kiss me, his lips rough and insistent, as he claimed my mouth in a passionate embrace that stole the breath from my lungs. His hands roamed my body, exploring and caressing every curve and hollow, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Meanwhile, Rajveer's gentle touch was soothing, his kisses feather-light on my neck and shoulders, his whispers of sweet nothings in my ear that sent shivers down my spine.

They were a study in contrasts, one fierce and demanding, the other tender and coaxing, and together they wove a spell of desire around me. As they continued to explore my body, I found myself responding in ways I had never imagined, my own hands seeking them out, eager to feel their hard muscles and the heat of their skin. I had read about love and passion in my books, but nothing had prepared me for the intensity of the emotions that swirled within me now.

Randheer pulled away, his eyes dark with hunger. "Tell us, what have you learned from that book?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

I took a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "It's about... about love and passion," I stuttered, feeling more exposed than ever before.

Randheer's smirk grew wider, his hand sliding down to cup my breast, his thumb grazing my sensitive nipple. "And what do you think of these... acts of passion?"

I gasped as his touch sent a bolt of pleasure through me. "I-I... I don't know," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "But I want to feel them."

The brothers exchanged a knowing smile, and it was as if a dam had broken. They descended upon me with renewed vigor, their kisses growing more urgent, their touches more insistent. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of sensation, unable to resist the riptide of desire that pulled me under.