The air in the bridal suite was thick with the scent of jasmine and incense. Tara sat on the edge of the massive mahogany bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked like a goddess in her deep red silk bridal sari, her skin glowing under the dim golden lights, her arms adorned with heavy gold bangles that jingled with every nervous breath. She was trembling, not with fear, but with an electric anticipation. She had loved Dhruv for years, and finally, they were husband and wife.

As she waited, the heavy door clicked shut. Tara closed her eyes, a shy smile playing on her lips. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. A pair of strong, calloused hands gripped her waist with a firmness that made her gasp. A hot, heavy breath fanned against the nape of her neck, and a rough tongue licked the sensitive skin just below her ear.

"Ah... kitni pyaari hai yeh," a deep, gravelly voice whispered.

Tara moaned softly, leaning back into the chest. "Dhruv... aap itne bechain kyun hain?" she whispered, thinking it was her husband.

But the hands didn't respond with Dhruv's usual tenderness. Instead, the grip tightened painfully, and the man’s hand suddenly slid down, ripping the silk of her blouse with a violent rrrrip. Tara screamed, spinning around to find herself staring not at Dhruv, but at Raj, Dhruv’s elder brother. His eyes were dark with a predatory hunger, his pants already undone, his thick erection pulsing and ready.

"Dhruv? Raj bhai? Yeh kya... yeh kya mazak hai?" Tara shrieked, trying to scramble away.

Raj grabbed her ankle and yanked her back across the silk sheets with a brutal force. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his weight crushing her into the mattress.

"Mazak nahi, Tara. Yeh is ghar ka rivaj hai," Raj growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "Is ghar ki pehli bahu sabki hoti hai. Tu sirf Dhruv ki nahi, tu hum sabki hai. Tu hamari Kula-Stri hai."

Tara’s eyes widened in horror. "Nahi! Dhruv! Dhruv kahan ho? Bachao mujhe!"

At that moment, the door opened and Dhruv walked in. He didn't look shocked; he looked aroused. He stood at the foot of the bed, watching Raj strip the remaining fabric from Tara's body, leaving her completely naked and shivering under the harsh light.

"Dhruv! please! Isse roko!" she sobbed, her voice cracking.

Dhruv stepped closer, his gaze roaming over her exposed breasts and trembling thighs. He didn't reach out to save her; instead, he reached down and stroked his own length. "Maaf karna Tara, lekin main tujhe khona nahi chahta tha. Agar main tujhe sach bata deta, toh tu mujhse shaadi nahi karti. Ab tu is khandan ka hissa hai... aur tujhe hum sabko santusht karna hoga."

Raj didn't wait for further explanation. He lunged forward, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that tasted of possession and power. He forced his tongue deep into her mouth, silencing her screams. While he kissed her, his large hand reached down and found her clitoris, rubbing it with a brutal intensity that sent an unwanted jolt of electricity through her spine.

"Dekh Dhruv, kitni geeli ho chuki hai yeh," Raj chuckled, feeling the nectar leaking from her. "Iska shareer jaanta hai ki ise kya chahiye."

Raj shifted his weight, positioning his massive head at the entrance of her tight, virgin canal. With one violent thrust, he slammed himself inside her.

"AAH! Nahi! Ruk jao!" Tara screamed, her back arching in agony as she felt herself being torn open.

"Chup kar! Ab tu sirf ek vastu hai," Raj groaned, beginning to pump into her with a rhythmic, punishing force. "Mere andar utar, Tara! Mehsoos kar ki tera asli maalik kaun hai!"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room—slap, slap, slap. Tara was sobbing, her head tossing from side to side, but as Raj continued to hammer into her, the pain began to blend with an overwhelming, forbidden sensation. The sheer size of him was stretching her to her limits, filling her completely.

Dhruv couldn't watch any longer. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Tara's head. He grabbed her hair, pulling her face back so he could look into her tear-filled eyes.

"Ab meri baari," Dhruv whispered. He didn't use his penis yet; instead, he forced his fingers into her mouth, commanding her to suck them. "Suck it, Tara. Mere liye aur Raj bhai ke liye. Seekh le ki ek shared bride ko kaise serve karte hain."

As Tara was forced to suck on Dhruv's fingers, Raj reached his peak. He let out a guttural roar, "Main tere andar jhonk raha hoon!" and blasted his hot seed deep into her womb, filling her to the brim.

He didn't pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside her, panting, while Dhruv moved down to her chest. Dhruv began to bite and suckle her nipples, leaving deep red marks of ownership.

"Ab hum dono tujhe poora istemal karenge," Dhruv murmured against her skin.

For the next three hours, the room became a temple of taboo lust. They took turns—sometimes Dhruv was inside her while Raj played with her breasts; other times, they forced her to perform oral sex on both of them simultaneously, their genitals pressing against her cheeks.

"Bolo Tara, kaisa lag raha hai?" Raj demanded, flipping her over and gripping her hips from behind, driving back into her with a raw, animalistic hunger. "Bolo ki tum hum dono ki ghulaam ho!"

Broken by the intensity and the sheer amount of stimulation, Tara’s voice came out as a broken whimper. "Main... main aap dono ki... ghulaam hoon..."

As she uttered the words, a sudden, violent orgasm ripped through her body—the first time she had ever felt such a peak. She shook uncontrollably, her walls clamping tight around Raj as she screamed into the pillows. She hated them, she hated the tradition, but as the seed of both brothers filled her, she felt a dark, terrifying thrill starting to ignite in the depths of her soul.