In Udaygardh, Raghav Singhania is considered one of the most dangerous individuals. He owns numerous lands, businesses, and properties, and he and his brother Rahul are infamous among the locals, often likened to devils for their ruthless behavior. They are known to kill whoever stands in their way. Most of the time, they live with their parents in the village. Raghav is 34 years old, while Rahul is 30.

Raghav's pov

Ma, aapki tabiyat ab kaisi hai?" I asked my mother.

"Ab theek hai beta, tu ja kaam kar apna," she replied.

I left her room and walked into my office at home. We usually have a lot of enemies, so we try to stay as safe as possible. I sat down and started checking the calculations and money.

"Kinjall!" I called for a maid.

"Ji, sahab," she came running into my office.

"Rahul ko bulao," I asked her.

"Ji, sahab," she said and left the room.

Soon, Rahul entered the office. "Kya hua, bhaiya?" he asked.

"Ye 5 lakh rupay ka udhaar kisne diya hai?" I asked.

"Wo ek aadmi hai, Piyush. Usko karobaar ke liye chahiye the... par..."

"Par kya?"

"Uska saara paisa doob gaya."

"Toh isme hum kya karein? Aise madarchodon ko paise dene ki zaroorat hi kya thi?" I said.

I took my gun and drove to this piyush man's house. I don't know how my brother can be so naive. As soon as I reached I knocked on the door. I waited for five minutes, but no one answered. I knocked again, this time a little harder. The door creaked open, and a small boy appeared. He looked no older than ten, with wide eyes and a nervous expression.

"Kya hai?" he asked, looking up at me with curiosity.

"Kisi bade ko bula ke la," I instructed.

"Kaam batao," he replied, crossing his arms with a hint of attitude.

"Piyush yahi rehta hai?" I asked.

"Haan, wo mere baba hain," he said, puffing out his chest a little.

"Bula usse," I said firmly.

Just then, a soft feminine voice called from inside, "Cheekuu!" I glanced at the boy, then barged in without hesitation.

Inside, I saw a beautiful girl standing with a towel wrapped around her head, wearing a colorful ghaghra and blouse. It looked like she had just stepped out of the shower. The moment she saw me, her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly turned to grab her dupatta, wrapping it around herself. I was taken aback; I had never felt such an intense attraction to a woman before.

"Ji, aap?" she asked, glancing at me before shooting an angry glare at the boy. I couldn't help but smile at her reaction.

"Naam kya hai tumhara?" I asked, taking a few steps closer.

"Priya," she replied, stepping back cautiously, clearly unsure.

"Priya ji, Piyush aapke...pati hain?" I asked, my heart racing with each word.

"Nahi, bhai hain. Kuch kaam hai aapko?" she asked, avoiding my gaze and looking at the floor. Hearing her call him brother, I felt relaxed.

"Haan ji, bula dijiyega," I said, trying to keep my tone steady.

"Bhaiya aur bhabhi abhi bazaar gaye hain. Aap baad mein aa jaiye ga," she said softly.

I stepped closer, my gaze locked on her. Gently, I placed my hand on her waist, pulling her a little closer. "Toh aap se baat kar lete hain," I said, watching her cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

As I reached up, I carefully removed the towel from her head, revealing her long, wet hair falling down her shoulders.

The kid said "Meri bua se dur hato." I looked at him, my mind momentarily slipping away as Priya freed herself from my grasp. "Ap yahi baith jaiye, hum chai banake late hain," she said quickly before running inside.

I was about to follow after her, but the cheeku brat grabbed my hand. "Ap yaha baitho," he ordered, pointing at the sofa.

I sat down, placing my gun on the coffee table in front of me, and fixed my glare at the child. "Andar ja aur dobara bahar aya toh.." I growled, gesturing threateningly with the gun. He ran inside.

A few minutes later, Priya returned with a cup of tea. She bent down to offer it to me, but my gaze was fixed on her body. Her dupatta had slipped, revealing her cleavage. Her waist was slim and curvy, with just a little bit of extra weight around her belly. I couldn't help but admire her collarbone, her pretty doe eyes, and her full, juicy lips.

"Lije," she breathed out, moving the cup towards me. I picked it up slowly, my fingers brushing against her soft skin and causing a shiver from her body. "Tum nahi piyogi?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her in query. She shook her head in response, her glossy hair swishing about her face.

"Idhar ao," I commanded gruffly, gesturing for her to come closer. She hesitated for a moment before coming closer, her eyes darting nervously between my face and the gun resting on the table. "Haanth lao," I instructed, extending my own hand palm up.

Priya slowly reached out to place her trembling hand in mine. The second her slim fingers brushed against my skin, I tightened my grip around her wrist and yanked her body against my chest. She let out a startled gasp, her wide eyes flying up to meet mine in shock. I could feel every inch of her soft curves melded against my hard planes, her full breasts squishing against the rock wall of my pecs.

"Chodiye mujhe," she pleaded in a breathy whisper, wriggling ineffectively in my iron hold. I just chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling up from deep within my chest.

"Chai main cheeni kam hai," I informed her, my eyes glinting wickedly.

"Toh hum le aate hain," she offered nervously, trying to pull her hand back from my grasp. But I just kept her wrist trapped between my fingers, bringing it up to drape over my shoulder. My other hand slid down from her nape to curl possessively around her hip, yanking her even harder against me until she was practically sitting in my lap.

Our noses brushed as I angled my head to nuzzle into the warm crook of her neck, and I could smell the intoxicating mix of her floral shampoo and her own natural scent. "Ye wali cheeni chahiye," I purred darkly, my thumb coming up to trace the plush outline of her kiss-swollen lips. Priya whimpered breathlessly, her lashes fluttering as hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a growl, I crushed my mouth down on hers into a passionate kiss.

She resisted at first, but soon melted into my embrace. I plunged my tongue into the her mouth.

"Mmmmhhmm," she moaned brokenly, her slim fingers fisting in the fabric of my shirt as I deepened the kiss. I could feel my cock swelling and straining against my pants, pulsing with each needy whimper that spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. My hands roamed over the lush contours of her body, skimming over the dip of her waist before sliding down to squeeze her ass. Priya bucked instinctively into my touch, grinding her clothed heat down on my throbbing erection. I groaned into her mouth, my cock jerking at the delicious friction. With a flex of my thighs, I lifted her up and settled her more firmly in my lap.

"Mmm, Priya..." I rasped hoarsely, my voice muffled against the warm column of her throat as I mouthed hotly at her pulse point, "Jaan tum kitni naram ho..."

"Nahii! Mat kariye..." Priya gasped out shakily, tossing her head back with a shiver as my teeth scraped over the sensitive skin of her neck. "Main apki jaan nahi hon..main apki kuch bhi nahi hon..."

I raised an eyebrow at her protest, a smirk playing on my lips. "Ab tu meri hai... samjhi?" I said, the intensity in my gaze unmistakable. "Tera sab kuch mera hai."

I kissed her again, this time with more passion and urgency. My hands roamed her curves, I pinched and tease her sensitive nipples from above the bouse. She let out a loud moan, her body arching into my touch.