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But as the aftershocks of their passion began to subside, Meera couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. The twins,had been unusually quiet during the wedding festivities, their smiles too wide, their eyes holding a glint she couldn't quite decipher. It was as if they were playing a game she hadn't been told the rules to.

Meera's mind raced with suspicion as she watched the soap bubbles pop on the surface of the shower. The twins had always been a mystery to her, and she had learned to navigate their world with caution. They had a way of weaving themselves into the fabric of her life, leaving her feeling both loved and trapped in their web of deceit. Ignoring this she went to bed for a very quick nap.

When she was deep in sleep she heard some whispers which grew louder, and Meera's grip on her hand tightened. She had heard enough of the twins' manipulations to know that they were capable of which was 'Anything'

Her thoughts were interrupted as she opened her eyes slightly, and walked to peep out of the bedroom in the hall of the suit and what she saw was enough to make her blood boil. There, in the mirror's steamy reflection, were her new husband and his twin brother, Rajveer, her both husbands both fucking the same air hostess from their flight. The woman's eyes were glazed with passion, her body sandwiched between the two men who had claimed her. Meera's stomach twisted into knots, and she felt a wave of betrayal wash over her.

Randheer was grunting and thrusting into the woman's pussy with an intensity that made her question if he had ever looked at her the same way. The air hostess's moans were a symphony of pleasure, echoing off the marble walls of the shower. "You're nowhere near-my wife though," Rajveer groaned, his voice thick with lust as he watched his brother in the mirror. "She was a virgin. We had her raw, like a piece of meat."

Meera felt her heart drop to her stomach as the words hit her like a punch to the gut. She had always known the twins shared a bond that was unbreakable, but this? This was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her eyes searched for any sign of regret or remorse in their faces, but all she found was unbridled passion.

The female hostess, her skin still flushed from their encounter, looked up at Meera with a smug smile playing on her lips. "Because you're the prize, darling," purred Randheer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "The one who gets to wear the ring, the one who gets to bear the heir. But make no mistake, we all know who we truly want."

Meera's heart gave out as tears she slid down the eyes the water now a cold torrent that could not wash away the disgust and anger coursing through her. She watched in horror as the twins' hands roamed the woman's body, their cocks still hard, their desire for each other palpable in the steam-filled room.

Her knees buckled, and she would have collapsed if not for the marble wall behind her. "What...what have you done?" she whispered, the words barely escaping her trembling lips.

Randheer looked over his shoulder at her, his expression one of shock and confusion. "Meera," he began, but she slapped his hand away, the soap slipping from her grip and clattering to the floor. "It's not what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like," she spat, her voice shaking with fury. "You both are despicable."

Randheer's expression fell, his eyes flickering with something that might have been regret. But it was too late for apologies. Meera pushed him away with all her might, her legs giving out as she stumbled from the bed. The cool air hit her like a slap, the water running off her in a sad parody of the love they had shared just moments ago.

Her vision blurred with tears as she reached for the nearest article of clothing, wrapping it around her shaking body. The twins watched her in the mirror, their faces a mask of shock and something else—fear? But it didn't matter. The trust she had placed in them had been shattered like glass under a boot.

"Meera, please," Randheer tried again, his voice strained, "let us explain."

But Meera was beyond listening. She felt as if she had been stabbed in the back with a knife coated in the very love she had given them. Her entire body was shaking with a mix of anger, betrayal, and disgust. She knew she had to get out, to get away from this masquerade of a marriage.

With trembling hands, she grabbed her clothes and rushed out of the room, leaving the twins and their shared lover in a pool of steam and confusion. She could hear their muffled voices, and confusion, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she needed to leave.

Meera stumbled down the hotel hallway, her vision blurry with unshed tears. She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to get as far away from them as possible. The elevator doors seemed to take an eternity to open, and when they finally did, she practically fell inside, desperately pressing the button for the lobby.

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