My destined wife!

Fire is increasing day by day

Maya’s voice trembled with confusion and rising anger as she looked around the unfamiliar space, her brows knitting together.

“Why did you bring me here? And where is everyone else?”

Atharva and Veer exchanged a knowing glance, a slow, unsettling smile passing between them before they both stepped closer to her.

Atharva’s lips curved slightly. “Well… by now, the others must have realized—”

Veer completed it smoothly, his tone laced with something darker, “—that we’re missing.”

Before Maya could react, both of them lowered themselves down, sitting at her feet as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Maya’s gaze snapped to Veer, her confusion deepening. “We? Why are you here?” Then her eyes shifted sharply to Atharva. “Tell me, Atharva… why is Veer here?”

Atharva’s fingers brushed against her foot, his touch deliberate, sending a shiver of discomfort up her spine. His voice dropped, calm yet possessive.

“Because… he is your boyfriend, biwi.”

At the same time, Veer’s hand slid over her other foot, mirroring Atharva’s action, his smirk widening.

“And where there’s a girlfriend… there’s a boyfriend.”

For a second, Maya just stared at them, her mind refusing to process what she was hearing. Then the shock hit.

“Wh-what nonsense are you both talking about?” Her voice cracked, anger flooding in. “Boyfriend? Girlfriend? What is this?” Her eyes burned as she glared at Atharva.

“And you—have you forgotten? I am your bloody wife, idiot. How can you even think of sharing me with someone else?”

Veer chuckled softly, completely unfazed. “I won’t disappoint you, girlfriend. Trust me.”

Both of them lifted their gaze toward her face, their expressions unreadable… before they leaned down and pressed slow, deliberate kisses against her feet.

A gasp escaped Maya as she jerked both her legs away instantly, her entire body recoiling.

Atharva and Veer didn’t move away. Instead, they leaned forward on their elbows near her feet, looking up at her like predators watching their prey.

“Don’t you dare touch me again!” Maya shouted, her voice echoing with fury. “And if you think I’ll accept both of you or do whatever you say—just forget it. I won’t do anything. Not even by force.”

Atharva held her gaze for a moment… then a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

“Don’t worry, biwi. We weren’t going to have sex.”

Veer nodded casually, as if discussing something ordinary. “And You haven’t even eaten properly since yesterday… you should eat first.”

Atharva tilted his head slightly, his tone softening in a way that felt even more dangerous.

“So tell me… what do you want to eat?”

Veer added, almost playfully, “We’ll cook it for you. Whatever you want… just order.”

Maya stared at them, completely stunned—unable to reconcile their calm behavior with the madness they had just spoken.

Atharva’s voice came again, gentle but firm. “Tell us, biwi… what do you want?”

Veer glanced at the clock before looking back at her. “It’s already ten in the morning, girlfriend. Breakfast time is almost gone… tell us.”

Maya rolled her eyes, her jaw tightening as she turned her face away from them in disgust.

“Bloody cheaters…”

A faint smile played on both their lips.

Without another word, they stood up… and walked away, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than before.

Maya’s voice echoed sharply from behind them, laced with panic and anger.

“Why am I tied like this? Open my hands… let me go!”

But neither Atharva nor Veer stopped. Not even for a second.

Frustration surged through her veins. She struggled harder, twisting her wrists, pulling against the rope, her breathing growing uneven as desperation kicked in.

Her movements turned frantic—hands, legs, anything—trying to break free somehow.

In another part of the house, completely unbothered, Atharva and Veer were calmly preparing breakfast… as if nothing was wrong. As if she wasn’t fighting to escape.

Maya kept calling out to them again and again—but when no response came, something inside her snapped into determination.

Her fingers worked faster.

Her breaths turned sharper.

And finally…

The rope loosened.

She froze for a second, staring at her now-free hands as if she couldn’t believe it… then quickly stood up, her eyes darting around the room.

The main gate—locked.

She rushed toward it anyway, her fingers gripping it tightly before shaking it hard.

Nothing.

Her gaze moved frantically around—walls, corners, every inch of the place. But there was no other door. No window.

Her heartbeat pounded louder.

Then suddenly—an idea.

She rushed into the bathroom, her eyes scanning every corner… until they stopped.

A small ventilator near the top.

Not too big.But not too small either.

Enough.

Hope flickered in her eyes.

Without wasting a second, she ran back, dragged a chair inside, stacking whatever she could find—clothes, bedsheets, pillows—anything to gain height. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t stop.

Climbing up, balancing herself with difficulty, she reached the opening.

For a moment, she hesitated.

Then pushed herself through.

It wasn’t easy.

Her body scraped slightly against the edges, her breath hitching with effort—but she didn’t stop.

And then—

She was out.

Maya dropped down onto the ground outside, stumbling as her feet hit the earth. She barely managed to steady herself before quickly turning back to look at the house.

A slow… victorious smile spread across her face.

Without another second, she turned and ran.

She didn’t look down.

Didn’t look back.

Didn’t care about anything except getting away.

Inside, Atharva and Veer finally entered the room.

The moment their eyes fell on the mess—the displaced furniture, the opened ventilator,the ropes lying loose—

They understood.

Maya had escaped.

A silence fell between them.

Both of them took a slow, deep breath… before turning and walking out, their expressions unreadable.

Outside, Maya kept running.

Her breaths were uneven now, her steps stumbling slightly as exhaustion began to creep in—but she didn’t stop.

She glanced back once—

Then turned forward again—

And froze.

Her steps came to a sudden halt.

Because in front of her…There was nothing.

Except the vast, endless sea.

Maya’s eyes widened in shock as she slowly turned around.

Tall coconut trees swayed around her.

Pine trees scattered across the land.

Soft sand beneath her feet.

And ahead—

Deep blue water stretching endlessly.

No boats.No vehicles.No sign of civilization.

Just isolation.

Realization hit her hard.It didn’t take long.

“What…? is this…?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.

A voice came from behind her—

“An island.”

Maya flinched, spinning around instantly.

Atharva and Veer stood there… heads slightly tilted, hands casually tucked into their pockets, watching her.

Like they had all the time in the world.

Maya instinctively stepped back. “Why… am I on this island?”

Atharva’s lips curved faintly. “Because we wanted it.”

Veer added smoothly, “We couldn’t spend time like this at home… so there’s no place safer, calmer… or more alone than this.”

Maya’s eyes scanned the surroundings again, disbelief still clinging to her.

“But why is there no one else here?”

Atharva stepped closer, that same unsettling smile returning. “Because I own it, biwi. It’s a private island.”

The words hit harder than anything else.

Her breath caught.

Her options—gone.

Behind her, the sea.

An escape she couldn’t survive.

In front of her—

Atharva and Veer.

Watching her.

Waiting.

Maya inhaled deeply, forcing herself to stay steady.

Then suddenly—

She turned to run toward the left.

But Veer was already there.

Blocking her path.

“Aan-aa, girlfriend…” he said softly, almost amused. “You’ve run enough.”

“Now it’s breakfast time.”

Maya turned back—

Only to find Atharva right in front of her.

“Let’s go, biwi,” he said calmly. “It’s too hot out here.”

Before she could react—

He lifted her effortlessly onto his shoulder.

Maya struggled instantly, her fists hitting against his back, her protests muffled by the position—but Atharva didn’t even slow down.

He simply walked.

Back toward the house.

Veer’s gaze swept across the area once, sharp and alert. With a subtle gesture, he signaled Rana and the other bodyguards to keep watch.

Then, without a word—

He followed Atharva.

Maya’s voice broke into desperate screams as she struggled against Atharva’s hold, her fists hitting his back again and again.

“Leave me! Let me go! You can’t do this… please…” Her voice trembled, almost cracking. “Atharva… I am your wife… please don’t do this…”

Atharva didn’t even slow down.

His grip remained firm, his steps steady.

“Nothing has even started yet,” he said calmly, almost amused. “Then why are you screaming so much, biwi?”

Behind them, Veer watched her, his gaze dark, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

“Trust me, girlfriend… whatever we do,” he said slowly, “you’ll enjoy it the most. Even more than us.”

Maya forced her head up despite the awkward position, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Shut the fuck up!” she snapped. “If you even touches me… I’ll kill you.”

Veer’s smirk deepened, his head tilting slightly.

“Go ahead… try.”

Maya shot him a furious glare before hitting Atharva’s back again, struggling harder, screaming again—

But Atharva didn’t let go.

Not even for a second.

Within moments, they reached the dining area near the kitchen.

Atharva finally set her down on a chair.

Before she could even react, Veer pulled the chair closer and sat beside her.

“I’ll get the food,” Atharva said casually, walking toward the kitchen.

The second he turned—

Maya tried to run.

But she barely made a move before Veer grabbed her arm and yanked her back, pulling her straight into his lap.

“Veer—!” Maya snapped, struggling instantly. “How dare you? Leave me!”

From the kitchen, Atharva watched everything, a faint smile on his lips as he placed plates on the table.

Veer tightened his hold around her, his grip firm, unyielding.

“I have to admit, girlfriend…” he murmured near her ear, “even without eating, you’ve got a lot of strength to fight.”

Then he glanced at Atharva and winked.

“This is going to be fun, bhai.”

Atharva simply nodded with a quiet smile as he arranged the food.

Maya kept struggling, pushing against Veer, trying to break free—but his hold was too strong.

She couldn’t move.

Atharva finally walked back, serving food onto the plates before sitting down calmly.

Then—

He reached for Maya.

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her away from Veer and into his own lap, settling her there as if she belonged.

Maya’s breath hitched with anger and disbelief.

“What am I?” she snapped. “An object? That you both are passing around?”

Atharva gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch soft… disturbingly gentle.

“You’re not an object, biwi,” he said quietly. “You’re the one… over whom only we have rights.”

Maya’s eyes widened. “We?” Her voice trembled. “Atharva… since when have you become like this? You couldn’t even tolerate someone’s shadow on me… then how did you agree to share me with Veer?”

Atharva’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer against him.

“Because,” he said lowly, “he’s just as obsessed as I am.”

Veer leaned forward, completing the thought, his tone darker.

“And because of my obsession… you once lost your baby.”

A heavy silence fell.

Atharva spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“Now… I—actually, we—don’t want to hurt you, biwi.”

Maya’s expression softened for a fraction of a second… desperation replacing anger.

“If you don’t want to hurt me… then please let me go,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Let me live my life… alone… please…”

Atharva closed his eyes briefly, taking a slow, deep breath.

Then he opened them—and pulled her face closer to his.

Maya frowned, shaken. “What did I even say, Atharva?”

“Why do you want to go away?” he continued, ignoring her question. “Till now, you were getting love, care, obsession… madness from one person.”

His gaze darkened.

“Now you’ll get double.”

A pause.

“You should be happy.”

Maya shook her head immediately, her voice firm despite everything.

“But this isn’t my choice. It’s just the two of you deciding everything… not me. I don’t want any of this.”

Veer reached forward, gripping her chin and turning her face toward him.

“Then start wanting it,” he said coldly.

His eyes held hers, unblinking.

“Because just like we don’t want to hurt you…”

His grip tightened slightly.

“We expect you to stay with us… happily.”

A dangerous pause lingered in the air.

“…otherwise.”

Maya’s voice came out low… but trembling with fear and defiance.

“Otherwise… what?”

Atharva leaned closer, his face inches away from hers, his voice dropping into something dangerously calm.

“Otherwise…” he whispered, “your family will have to pay the price.”

A pause.

“And you already know… it won’t matter to either of us if even a scratch comes to them.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Suffocating.

Maya looked at both of them—one by one.

Something inside her… broke.

Without another word, she pulled herself free from their hold and moved to the chair beside them, sitting down quietly. Her head lowered, her shoulders slightly trembling.

A tear slipped down.

Then another.

Falling silently onto the table.

Atharva and Veer exchanged a glance.

Veer shifted to sit on her right.

Atharva was already on her left.

Trapping her.

Again.

Atharva gently placed a plate in front of her.

“Enough of this,” he said softly. “Eat.”

His tone was calm—but it wasn’t a request.

“Eat properly,” he continued. “Everything is healthy… nutritious.”

Veer nodded, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he wiped away her tears.

“And don’t cry again and again,” he murmured. “Otherwise… the food won’t mean anything.”

Atharva’s voice softened, almost affectionate.

“Start, biwi. I’m starving too.”

Maya took a deep breath.

Slow.

Heavy.

And then, without any will… she picked up the food and started eating.

Each bite felt forced.

Empty.

Atharva and Veer ate alongside her—but their eyes… stayed on her.

Watching.

Observing.

Possessing.

Maya didn’t look at either of them.

Her gaze stayed lowered.

Her expression dull.

Broken.

After some time, the meal ended.

A tense silence lingered.

Then—

Veer’s phone rang.

Atharva glanced at him. “Who is it?”

Veer checked the screen. “Dhruv.”

Without hesitation, he put it on speaker and answered.

“Hello.”

Anvi’s voice came through immediately—sharp, anxious, almost shaking.

“I knew you’d pick up Dhruv’s call. Now tell me—where are you both? And where is my Maya? We’ve been calling you since morning! If anything happens to her—”

She didn’t get to finish.

Veer cut in, his tone suddenly cold.

“She matters more to us than to you. Understand? Wherever she is… she’s safe.”

“Let me talk to her,” Anvi demanded instantly.

Atharva smirked slightly. “Why? You don’t trust us?”

“No,” Anvi snapped. “Not you, jiju… and definitely not Veer.”

Veer chuckled.

“Jiju? Correction—Veer jiju.”

Anvi scoffed. “Oh really? Since when did you become jiju?”

Veer’s eyes flickered toward Maya.

“Since Maya became mine.”

A sharp silence.

“What?” Anvi’s voice dropped. “What do you mean?”

And that was it—

Maya snapped.

“They’ve kidnapped me!” she shouted, panic spilling out. “Both of them—! They want to stay with me together in the name of love! Please, Anvi, save me—I’m on some island—”

The call cut.

Abruptly.

Veer lowered the phone, his expression darkening slightly.

“What were you doing, girlfriend?” he said calmly. “Why involve her in our private space?”

Maya let out a hollow, bitter laugh.

“Private?” she shot back. “That exists between two people. Not when you’re being shared like this.”

Atharva tilted his head, watching her closely.

“Biwi… you don’t like spending time with Veer?” he asked. “Earlier, it was always ‘Veer this, Veer that.’ And now that I’m allowing it… what’s the problem?”

Maya’s anger flared again.

“Did I ever ask to be shared?” she snapped. “Why don’t you go all the way then? Put me in the middle of a market and auction me off!”

Before she could say another word—

Veer’s hand slid around her neck, pulling her sharply closer to him.

His grip wasn’t gentle.

“Don’t ever say that again,” he said, his voice low… dangerous. “Only we get to touch you. No one else.”

His eyes dropped to her lips, lingering there for a moment.

A slow smirk formed.

“Ah, Your lips… look so juicy.”

Maya’s anger exploded.

She pushed him away instantly.

“Stay away from me!”

As Maya pushed herself up from the chair, trying to run again—

Atharva was faster.

He stood up instantly and pulled her straight into his arms, holding her tightly against him. Before she could even react, his fingers tilted her chin up slightly… his lips brushing softly against hers.

“Let me taste you first, biwi…”

Maya opened her mouth to protest—

But the words never came out.

Because in the very next second, Atharva captured her lips with his.

The kiss wasn’t rushed.

It was slow.

Deliberate.

Possessive.

Maya’s hands pushed against his chest, hitting him again and again, trying to break free—but Atharva didn’t move. If anything, he only deepened it, savoring her lips as if he had all the time in the world.

Behind her, Veer watched for a moment…

Then stepped closer.

His presence came like a shadow.

Standing right behind Maya, he gently moved her hair to one side, exposing her neck. His fingers brushed lightly over her skin before his lips followed—pressing soft, lingering kisses along her neck.

Maya’s eyes shut tightly.

Her body stiffened.

She couldn’t speak—Atharva still had her lips trapped.

And she couldn’t move—her hands were now firmly gripped in his.

A helpless tension spread through her entire body.

After a few moments, Veer’s hand slid around her waist, and with a sudden pull, he turned her toward himself.

The kiss broke.

Maya gasped softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked at Veer—

But before she could say anything—

He leaned in.

And kissed her.

Her eyes widened instantly.

Shock.

Disbelief.

But Veer didn’t stop.

Behind her, Atharva’s fingers moved to the back of her dress, slowly pulling down the zipper.

Maya tried to push them away again, struggling—but both of them held her too firmly.

Her resistance… meant nothing.

Time blurred.

Moments passed—

And piece by piece…

Her dress slipped away.

Until—

She stood there in nothing but a bikini.

Her head lowered instantly.

Her breathing uneven.

Because today—

It wasn’t just Atharva looking at her.

It was Veer too.

And the way both of them watched her…

It made her skin burn.

Maya didn’t have the courage to lift her gaze.

Not even for a second.

Atharva began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, his eyes never leaving her.

“Sit on the table, Maya.”

Maya’s eyes squeezed shut, her fists clenching tightly at her sides.

But she didn’t move.

Atharva removed his shirt completely, letting it fall to the ground. He stood in front of her now, only in his lower… while Veer had already taken his shirt off as well.

“Kuch kaha maine, biwi?” Atharva’s voice dropped slightly.

Maya finally looked at him—just for a second.

“Please…” her voice cracked. “Don’t share me.”

For a fleeting moment—

There was silence.

Then Atharva’s hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly and placing her onto the table.

Veer stepped closer too, standing right in front of her.

Maya barely managed to look at them… her gaze trembling, unsure, broken.

Veer’s fingers traced lightly along her neck, his voice low.

“I want to see you naked… completely.”

Maya turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

But Atharva’s hands moved again—

Slipping the straps off her shoulders.

At the same time, Veer’s hands moved lower—

And within seconds—

There was nothing left.

Maya lay completely exposed.

Vulnerable.

Bare.

Atharva gently pushed her down onto the table.

She lay there, eyes tightly shut, her face turned away… her breaths uneven, trembling.

Veer’s gaze moved slowly over her—from head to toe—his expression intense, almost consuming. He adjusted her legs slightly, one bent… the other stretched.

Like she was something to be admired.

Something to be claimed.

Both Atharva and Veer stepped back a little—

Watching her.

Silently.

Their jaws tightening, lips slightly bitten as their eyes traced every inch of her.

Maya’s tears slipped quietly from her closed eyes, falling onto the table beneath her.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

But they didn’t stop.

They looked at her like she was art.

Something beautiful.

Something dangerously irresistible.

Veer let out a slow breath, his voice filled with dark admiration.

“She’s damn hot, bhai…”

Atharva’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Yes…” he said quietly.

“She is.”

Atharva’s voice cut through the heavy silence.

“Stand up, biwi.”

Maya didn’t argue this time.

Without a word, she slowly slid off the table and stood on her feet. Her head remained lowered, her shoulders tense, her breath uneven.

“Walk,” Veer said, his tone calm but commanding. “Walk to the game room.”

Atharva’s voice followed, quieter… but firmer. “Didn’t you hear, biwi?”

Maya swallowed hard.

Her throat felt dry.

Closing her eyes tightly for a brief second, she steadied herself… then started walking.

Naked.

Right in front of them.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

Behind her, Atharva and Veer followed slowly… their eyes fixed on her ass. Their gaze burned into her skin, making her hyper-aware of every movement, every breath.

Maya could feel it.

Every second.

Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably… her breaths coming faster, uneven.

She entered the room.

Dim lights.

A soft darkness wrapped around the space.

And then—

Her eyes lifted slightly.

A mirror.

Right in front of her.

In it—

She saw them.

Atharva and Veer’s reflections standing behind her… their eyes meeting hers through the glass.

Maya instantly dropped her gaze again.

Unable to hold it.

A click.

Veer turned on a focused light in the center of the room.

The beam fell directly onto a green table.

A pool table.

Maya’s eyes flickered toward it, confusion mixing with unease as she took in the setup.

Atharva moved toward a drawer, pulling out the balls and placing them carefully on the table. Veer brought two sticks and set them down casually.

“Come, biwi.”said atharva.

Maya hesitated… then slowly stepped forward.

One step.

Then another.

Until she reached the center.

“Stop.”

Veer’s voice halted her instantly.

She froze.

In front of her—the table, scattered balls.

To her left—Veer, holding a stick.

To her right—Atharva, holding the other.

Like she was standing in the middle of something she couldn’t escape.

Atharva tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk forming.

“So…” he began, his voice smooth, controlled. “We have eight balls. And after every goal…”

A pause.

“You’ll let us taste a part of your body.”

Maya’s head snapped up, shock flooding her face.

“What?”

Veer chuckled softly.

“Yes. If it’s four-four… we share equally.” His eyes darkened. “And if it’s uneven… then one of us gets lucky.”

A slow pause.

“And if you want,” he added, “you can choose. Which part… you want us to taste.”

Atharva’s smirk deepened.

“Or…” he said quietly, “we’ll choose ourselves.”

A beat.

“But either way… you will do it.”

Maya’s anger flared instantly.

Her fists clenched at her sides.

“What disgusting nonsense are you both saying?” she snapped. “Why would I do any of this? And how does something this sick even come into your minds?”

Atharva shrugged lightly.

“It came. However it came.”

Veer added with a casual shrug, “And if you can’t choose… fine. We’ll do it ourselves. Right, bhai?”

Atharva’s eyes gleamed.

“That’s more fun.”

A slight pause.

“Because I love to dominate.”

Veer smirked. “Then I’d like to try too.”

“Both of you just shut up!” Maya snapped, her voice shaking with fury. “I’m not doing any of this. I’ve already tolerated enough. Not anymore.”

Atharva stepped closer.

Too close.

“Do you have another way out, biwi?” he asked softly.

Maya opened her mouth to respond—

But Veer moved to her other side, cutting her off.

“Because we don’t think there is,” he said calmly. “You may know how to swim… but how will you cross an ocean this vast?”

Atharva’s voice followed, low and certain.

“And that too… while we’re here?”

Maya looked between them, her anger slowly giving way to helplessness.

“Please…” she said, her voice dropping. “Don’t start this disgusting game. I can’t even look at myself like this… then how do you expect me to do this with you?”

For a moment—

Silence.

Atharva and Veer exchanged a glance.

Then both of them exhaled slowly… together.

“Leave it to us,” they said in unison.

A pause.

“Just follow the rules.”

Atharva and Veer exchanged a glance… then positioned themselves opposite each other, cues in hand, like two players about to begin something far more than just a game.

Maya’s eyes flickered between them—

And in the very next second, she moved.

Fast.

She rushed toward the door.

Both of them watched her, heads tilting slightly… almost amused.

Maya grabbed the handle, trying desperately to open it. She pushed, pulled, rattled it hard—

Locked.

Her breathing grew heavier as panic crept in. She kept pushing the door, as if force alone could break it open.

And then—

A presence behind her.

Too close.

Veer leaned in near her ear, his breath brushing against her skin as he held a set of keys right in front of her.

“Looking for this, girlfriend?”

Maya instantly reached for them—

But before she could grab them, Veer’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him in one swift motion.

“Veer!” she snapped, struggling. “You’re crossing limits! Let me out of here!”

Veer’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“You’re standing naked in front of me… and you expect me to do nothing?” he murmured. “How is that even possible?”

Maya tried to push him away, her hands pressing against his chest—

But it didn’t work.

“Come fast, Veer!” Atharva’s voice called out from behind.

Without another word, Veer lifted Maya effortlessly with one arm around her waist and carried her back… placing her exactly where she was before—near the table.

Atharva adjusted his cue stick, his expression calm but warning.

“Don’t try that again, Maya,” he said. “Otherwise… it can get worse.”

Veer winked at her, a playful yet dark glint in his eyes.

“Worse means… more wild. Do you want that?”

Maya turned her face away, refusing to look at either of them.

The game began.

All three of them focused on the table.

Outside, rain started sliding down the glass walls in slow streaks. Thunder rumbled in the distance, lightning flashing across the sky.

But even that storm… was nothing compared to the one building inside Maya.

For a few moments—

No one scored.

A flicker of relief appeared on her face.

Maybe—

But it didn’t last.

Atharva took his shot.

The ball rolled smoothly across the table…

And dropped straight into the pocket.

A perfect goal.

A slow smile spread across his lips.

“Looks like my luck is on the skies… ever since Maya came.”said Atharva.

Veer exhaled lightly. “Ah… no problem. Next one’s mine.”

Both of them turned their gaze toward her.

Maya shook her head immediately, fear and anger mixing in her expression.

Atharva started walking toward her.

Maya stepped back instinctively.

One step.

Then another—

Until his hand caught her waist, pulling her firmly against him.

“Atharva… no… please…” her voice came out weak.

He leaned closer, his voice low near her ear.

“First… I want to bite your neck.”

Before she could react—

His teeth sank into her skin.

Hard.

A sharp cry escaped Maya’s lips, her body tensing instantly.

Veer watched from a distance, a faint smile playing on his face.

After a moment, Atharva pulled back, his eyes fixed on the mark he had left.

“Atharva Raisinghani’s stamp…” he murmured. “Again.”

Maya pushed against him, breathing heavily.

“What stamp?” she shot back. “Now anyone can kiss me.”

Veer clicked his tongue, stepping closer.

“Not anyone, Maya,” he said, his tone dipping. “Only me. Why do you forget that every time?”

Maya said nothing.

Her silence spoke enough.

Atharva held her gaze for a moment… then turned back toward the table.

The game resumed.

Tension thickened in the air again.

This time—

The ball rolled.

And dropped into the pocket.

But not from Atharva’s cue.

From Veer’s.

His face lit up instantly.

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “See? I told you… Next time I’ll get my chance .”

The atmosphere felt charged—thick with tension, like the air before a storm.

Atharva smirked, a reckless glint flashing in his eyes.

“Yeah… go for it.”

Maya’s brows furrowed instantly, her voice laced with frustration as she took a step back.

“No! This is your game… why do you keep dragging me into it again and again?”

Before she could react further, Veer moved.

In one swift, forceful motion, he pulled her into his chest, her body colliding against his with a suddenness that stole her breath.

His grip was firm, unyielding—almost possessive. His voice dropped, rough and low, brushing against her skin like a dark whisper.

“Didn’t get to savor your lips properly last time…” his gaze lingered on her mouth, intense, consuming. “Now I will.”

“Maya—” she tried to speak, her words barely forming—

But he didn’t let her finish.

His lips crashed against hers, cutting her off completely.

For a second, everything froze.

Then resistance surged through her.

Her fingers curled tightly, nails digging sharply into his chest, pressing hard enough to hurt—demanding, forcing him to let go. But Veer didn’t even flinch. Not a single reaction. It was as if the pain only fueled him more.

His hold tightened.

The kiss deepened—intense, overwhelming, almost suffocating in its dominance.

Maya struggled against him, her body tense, her breaths uneven, but he held her there, unrelenting, as if he had decided that in this moment… she was his to claim, no matter how hard she fought back.

Atharva stood a little away, his chin resting lazily on the cue stick, eyes fixed on them—watching everything unfold with a dark, unreadable calm.

After a few long seconds, Veer finally pulled away.

Maya stumbled slightly, her breaths heavy, uneven… her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she had just been pulled out of something overwhelming.

Veer didn’t step back completely.

Instead, he leaned in again—this time softer—and pressed a light kiss on her forehead, almost mocking in contrast to what had just happened.

“Loved your lips,” he murmured, a satisfied smirk playing on his face.

Atharva clapped the stick lightly against the floor, breaking the moment.

“Okay, chop chop… let’s play it again.”

Veer nodded casually, picking up the stick and taking his position like nothing unusual had happened.

And Maya…

She just stood there.

Head lowered. Silent.

Still.

The fire that had made her argue… fight back… was gone for now. Drained. Replaced by something quieter. Heavier.

Atharva took his shot again.

The ball rolled… hit perfectly.

A sharp grin spread across his face.

“Damn… my luck.”

His gaze slowly shifted toward Maya.

“But this time…” his voice dropped, darker, more deliberate, “…I won’t settle for just a hickey.”

Maya didn’t move.

Didn’t look up.

Just stood there in front of him, her fingers slightly trembling at her sides.

Atharva stepped closer.

Slowly.

His hand reached out, adjusting her stance—spreading her legs slightly as if she were just another part of the game he was controlling.

Then—

Maya’s body tensed instantly.Because Atharva started fingering her!

Her grip shot up, clutching his shoulder tightly as a sharp sound escaped her lips,

“Ahh— Atharva!!”

Atharva let out a low breath near her ear, his voice thick with control.

“I know you love it, biwi…”

And instead of stopping—

He only intensified his movements.

Maya’s grip tightened painfully on him, her body reacting despite herself, another louder cry slipping out as she tried to steady herself.

Across the room, Veer exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his eyes dark with thrill.

“Fuck… I love this…”

Atharva watched her for a few long seconds, his gaze fixed on her face as if studying every flicker of emotion. Then, slowly, he pulled his hand away and straightened up.

Maya glanced at him once—just a fleeting look—before lowering her eyes again, unable to hold his gaze.

“Look at me.”

His voice was calm… but commanding.

Maya hesitated… then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his.

And froze.

Atharva was watching her… while slowly, deliberately licking his fingers—his gaze locked onto hers the entire time, dark and unapologetic.

Veer let out a low whistle. “Damn, bhai… you’re licking like it’s some delicious dessert.”

Atharva’s lips curved slightly. “It is, Veer. When you get the chance… try it. You’ll understand yourself.”

Veer inhaled deeply, glancing around as if savoring the air itself.

“It’s already in the air… the scent… and it’s so intoxicating…I'd love to taste it.”

Maya’s gaze dropped again instantly, her fingers curling into her palms.

“Okay,” Veer clapped lightly, breaking the moment. “Let’s continue.”

“Sure.”

And just like that—

it was Veer’s turn again.

He started walking toward her.

Maya instinctively stepped back, her voice trembling, “Veer… don’t… please…”

Veer didn’t stop.

“Strange,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “you don’t refuse bhai… in fact, you even enjoy… so what’s the problem with me?”

Maya’s voice came out sharper this time, desperate. “He is my husband!”

Veer smirked faintly. “Then I’ll get married too someday…” his gaze dropped, dark and intent, “…but first… let me taste you.”

Maya’s composure broke. She turned quickly toward Atharva.

“Atharva… please… stop him.”

Atharva said nothing.

Not a word. That silence… was louder than anything.

Veer closed the distance, pulling Maya closer despite the stiffness in her body. She tried to push him away, but he didn’t let her.

Veer looked at her boobs, "I want to suck them!"

A muffled protest escaped her lips—

“Veer… no—”

Veer started sucking her boobs....

Her hands shot up, gripping his hair tightly as she tried to pull him back.

“Veer!! Nooo—”

But he didn’t stop.

Behind her, Atharva leaned in close, his breath brushing against her ear.

“Just enjoy it, biwi… don’t think so much…”

His voice was low… almost soothing—yet it only made everything heavier.

After a while, Veer finally pulled away.

Maya stumbled back, her chest heaving, her face flushed with a mix of anger and something far more painful.

This time, she didn’t hold back.

Her hand lifted instantly—ready to strike him—

But Veer caught her wrist mid-air.

His grip tightened just enough to stop her.

“Don’t,” he said quietly, his tone turning darker, “or this time… I won’t be gentle.”

Maya froze.

Her jaw clenched tightly… her breathing uneven.

But this time—

it wasn’t just anger in her eyes.

There was humiliation.

There was shame.

And there were tears… gathering despite how hard she tried to hold them back.

Atharva and Veer turned away as if nothing had happened, casually resuming their game.

The sound of the cue hitting the ball echoed in the room again.

But then—

they both noticed it.

Maya.

Standing there… unmoving.

Her shoulders trembling slightly… silent, but breaking.

Her head was lowered—

but it was obvious now.

She was crying.

Atharva paused.

Then slowly walked toward her.

He lifted her chin gently, forcing her to look at him.

“Don’t cry, biwi…” his voice was softer now, almost coaxing. “I’m talking to you so nicely… and still you’re crying? You cried when I was forceful… and now also…”

Veer exhaled,and said calmly. “Maya… please, stop… it won’t be fun otherwise.Don't waste your tears.”

That was it.

Something snapped.

Maya pulled her chin away, tears spilling freely now as her voice shook—not weak, but burning with hurt.

“Then stop the game!” she said, her words breaking yet sharp. “You’re treating me like an object… tasting me however you want… Did I ever ask for this?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she continued, anger and pain mixing in every word.

“In front of everyone, you both act so loving… so caring… and now… without my consent…” her voice cracked, “…you’re using me.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Uncomfortable.

Atharva and Veer exchanged a look.

A long one.

Then, almost in sync—“Okay Maya.”

A pause.

“We won’t play.”

For a moment… Maya just stood there, frozen.

She couldn’t believe it.

This was the first time… the first time both of them had actually listened to her.

Her voice came out uncertain, almost fragile.

“Can I… really go?”

Atharva gave a small nod, his expression unusually calm. “Yes. And not just you… we will too.”

Veer shrugged lightly, a faint smile on his lips. “Yeah… if you don’t want to continue this… we’ll stop. For now.”

Atharva stretched his arms slightly, as if the intensity from before had simply dissolved.

“Yep. Let’s sleep… we’ll have lunch later.”

Maya didn’t respond.

She just kept looking at them—confused… stunned… as if trying to understand whether this was real or just another part of their game.

A moment later—

All three of them were lying on the bed. Maya in the middle.

Naked.

While Atharva lay on one side… Veer on the other… both only in their lowers.

The room had gone quiet now.

Too quiet.

Maya stared up at the ceiling, her body stiff, her thoughts racing.

“How am I supposed to sleep like this…?”

Atharva shifted slightly, moving a little away from her.

“Now okay?”

Veer followed, creating a bit more space on the other side.

“Yeah… sleep comfortably.”

Maya turned her head slightly, glancing at both of them—one on each side.

Still watching her.

She quickly pulled the blanket over herself, covering her body as if trying to reclaim at least some sense of control… some safety.

Then she shut her eyes.

Pretending to sleep.

Trying to escape.

But even with her eyes closed—

she could feel it.

Their gazes.

Heavy. Silent.

Both of them turned toward her… just watching her quietly in the dim light… as if the game had stopped—

but something else… hadn’t.