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Ashwin had been feeling… off.It had started subtly at first—a faint itch along his arms and legs, an odd tightness in his skin, as if it were stretched too thin. He had assumed it was just the changing weather, maybe dry air or the stress catching up to him. But by the time the weekend rolled around, it had worsened.The sensation wasn’t painful, just strange. Like something was crawling just beneath his skin, waiting to break free.Standing in front of the mirror, Ashwin frowned as he rubbed his hands over his arms. His skin was flaking—not dry, not sunburnt—just… shedding. The patches were pale, almost translucent, peeling away in small, thin layers like an old, discarded husk.The soft shuffle of feet outside his door made him glance up, and before he could react, his door creaked open.Ishaan stepped inside.Ashwin tensed, quickly wrapping his arms around himself, but Ishaan didn’t seem to notice.Or maybe he did.Because Ishaan suddenly stopped mid-step, his nostrils flaring sli
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Ashwin didn’t notice it at first.The way his body responded to Ishaan without him realizing. The way he followed, the way he yielded—small, unconscious gestures that should have meant nothing.But Ishaan noticed.And Ishaan took full advantage of it.And possessed it.The morning sun poured through the window, casting golden hues across the kitchen. Ashwin stood at the counter, lazily stirring his coffee, still groggy from sleep. His oversized shirt hung loosely over his frame, exposing the smooth slope of his collarbone.Ishaan saw everything.And then—he moved.Not loud. Not rushed.Just there.A slow, purposeful step forward, closing the space between them until Ashwin felt warmth press against his back.Ashwin stilled.Ishaan didn’t touch him. Not at first.But Ashwin’s body reacted anyway.His spine curved ever so slightly, his weight shifting, his breath caught in his throat as if he expected something—wanted something.Ishaan exhaled, the sound barely audible over Ashwin’s pou
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Back in bed, Ashwin lay on his side, his body still trembling from what had happened. His mind reeled, his heart pounding against his ribs as a sickening guilt began to claw at his stomach. He had cheated. On Hayden.The thought sent a wave of nausea through him, making him curl in on himself. His fingers clutched at the sheets as he tried to steady his breathing. He had always prided himself on being loyal, on doing the right thing, but now?Now, he felt tainted.Ishaan shifted beside him, the mattress dipping under his weight. "You're thinking too much again," he murmured, voice deep and smooth, like silk sliding over skin.Ashwin didn't respond. He couldn’t.Ishaan sighed as if amused, rolling onto his side to face him. “You cheated, huh?”Ashwin flinched at the word. "I—yes. I shouldn’t have done this." His voice was barely above a whisper.Ishaan let out a low chuckle, and Ashwin finally turned to look at him, confused by his reaction.Then Ishaan’s fingers brushed lightly over A
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The air of Kal'Raksha was thick with humidity, fragrant with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. Waterfalls cascaded from towering cliffs, feeding into lakes that stretched like sheets of glass under the moonlight. Mist curled lazily above the water, drifting through dense jungle greenery where ancient trees twisted toward the heavens. Their roots burrowed deep, intertwining with the land itself as if whispering secrets of a time before memory. Nestled in this paradise was the village—huts woven from sturdy reeds and clay, their roofs sloped to repel the seasonal rains. Fires flickered in the distance, casting long shadows across the jungle floor. The night hummed with the symphony of chirping insects and distant howls of unseen creatures. Among these homes was Ishaan’s home. Built with strong materials, its frame tall and grand, fit for someone of his stature. His bed was a raised frame, wooden posts wrapped in thick vines and silke
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The afternoon hung heavy with an unsettling stillness, the sky blanketed in thick, rolling clouds that smothered the sunlight. Though it wasn’t raining, the air carried the thick humidity of an impending storm. The wind barely stirred the leaves, and every step Ashwin took felt magnified in the unnatural quiet.Even the birds had gone silent.Ashwin clenched his fists at his sides as he walked, trying to shake the unease prickling at the back of his neck. The call from the police earlier had sent his heart into turmoil, and now, as he and Ishaan made their way through the forest, his pulse thudded so loudly he could hear it in his ears.“I got a call from the police,” Ashwin finally said, his voice quieter than he intended. His throat was dry, his words hesitant, as though saying them out loud would make them less hopeful.Ishaan, who had been walking beside him with his usual unhurried grace, turned his head slightly. His storm-gray eye
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The fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed softly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the waiting area. Ashwin sat stiffly on one of the plastic chairs, his arms wrapped securely around the two boys who clung to him like vines. They were dry now, dressed in oversized sweaters an officer had given them, but their little hands still trembled, their hazel eyes darting around warily. Ishaan leaned lazily against the counter beside him, his sharp grey eyes scanning the room as if he were bored rather than waiting to give a statement. The officer in charge, a burly man with graying hair and a permanent scowl, finally approached them with a deep sigh, placing a file down on his desk before crossing his arms. “You two are insane,” he stated flatly, fixing them both with a stern look. Ashwin blinked. “Excuse me?” The officer huffed. “Going to a crime scene alone, without backup? What the hell were you thinking?” His sharp gaze flickered to the children before softening
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The house had never felt so alive. From the moment they stepped through the door, the twins had transformed their once peaceful home into a storm of energy. Ashwin sighed, rubbing his temples as he watched the two small boys darting through the living room at full speed. “NO RUNNING INSIDE!” he called. His words were ignored. Instead, the twins let out matching giggles, their tiny feet pattering against the floor as they chased each other, narrowly avoiding furniture. Ishaan was no help whatsoever. He lounged on the couch, arms folded, a slow smirk on his face as he observed the chaos. “They don’t listen to you,” he mused. Ashwin shot him a glare. “I noticed.” Ishaan’s grey eyes twinkled with amusement. Then, suddenly— CRASH. A decorative vase toppled off the shelf, shattering into pieces. Ashwin groaned. The twins froze, staring wide-eyed at the mess. “…Oops?” one of them offered. “…Sorry?” the other added. Ashwin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alr
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The morning sunlight poured through the small kitchen window, painting golden streaks across the wooden table where the twins sat, eagerly digging into their breakfast. The scent of fresh toast and honey lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of tea. The house was warm, filled with soft clinks of utensils against plates, the hum of conversation, and the happy giggles of the two boys.Ishaan stood by the sink, dressed in his mechanic’s uniform—dark overalls with the sleeves pushed up, revealing strong forearms dusted with faint grease stains. His grey eyes flicked over to Ashwin, who was standing by the counter, sipping his morning tea. Dressed in a simple oversized sweater and fitted jeans, Ashwin looked as effortlessly put together as ever, his green eyes still drowsy from sleep.The twins, Kai and Koa, were wolfing down their food, their small hands sticky with honey and crumbs as they devoured their breakfast with a speed that would put gr
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The streets were quieter than usual, the curfew looming over the town like a warning. It wasn’t even dark yet, but people were already heading home, locking their doors, avoiding the shadows.Ashwin glanced at Ishaan as they walked to the car. “This whole thing is getting worse.”Ishaan hummed in agreement. “That’s why we’re picking up the twins together. I don’t want you walking alone.”Ashwin sighed. “I can take care of myself.”“I know,” Ishaan said, unlocking the car. “But I’d rather not risk it.”Ashwin didn’t argue. He knew better than to fight Ishaan on things like this.As they pulled onto the road, Ishaan spoke again.“My brothers are coming for a visit.”Ashwin raised a brow. “Really?”Ishaan nodded. “They missed you. And the twins. And they demanded roasted fish and fried potatoes.”Ashwin snorted. “Of course they did.”Ishaan smirked. “You’ll make it for them?”Ash
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The soft hum of pages turning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint vanilla musk of aged paper.This was Ashwin’s sanctuary. The bookstore café was a cozy little escape from the worries of the outside world, with its warm yellow lighting, wooden bookshelves stretching toward the ceiling, and snug reading nooks filled with plush chairs and knitted blankets.Ashwin sat behind the counter, absently wiping down the espresso machine as he watched the customers.A young woman sat by the window, a novel open on her lap as she sipped from a steaming mug. An elderly man in a tweed coat sat at a corner table, immersed in a history book, occasionally pausing to adjust his glasses. The soft murmur of conversation and the occasional clang of dishes from the café’s kitchen filled the air with a comforting rhythm.He liked this place. The quiet. The routine.But today, there was an unease hanging in the air. It started as whispers,
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Dark, fathomless blue stretched in every direction, but Ashwin wasn't afraid. He floated effortlessly, the gentle current cradling him like a familiar embrace. Cool water swept past his skin, yet there was no discomfort-only a soothing sensation, as if the ocean itself recognized him. He inhaled, and instead of drowning, his lungs filled with something light and pure.Breathing underwater felt natural.His body moved with a grace he never possessed on land, his limbs slicing through the water with ease, as if he had been born for this. Above him, golden rays of light filtered down from the unseen surface, scattering in ribbons that illuminated the space around him. Schools of fish darted past in shimmering waves, yet Ashwin barely paid them any attention.Because he wasn't alone.The enormous dark blue snake was there again, gliding through the water like a shadow given life. Its massive form coiled and uncoiled effortlessly, the deep hu
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The warm morning sun peeked through the curtains, making little golden patterns on the walls. The house was quiet—until it wasn’t.Thud. Thud. Thud.Tiny feet stomped down the hallway, followed by giggles. The bedroom door burst open, and two little boys tumbled in, jumping onto the bed.“Mommy, wake up!” Koa squealed, tugging at Ashwin’s arm. “We’s late, we’s late!”Kai crawled onto Ishaan’s chest and plopped down with a huff. “Yeah! We gonna be so, so late, an’ then we no learn nuffin’!”Ashwin groaned, half-burying his face in the pillow. “Koa, Kai, it’s not even seven yet.”“But school is ‘portant, Mommy!” Koa pouted, bouncing on the mattress.Ishaan let out a tired chuckle, wrapping an arm around Kai to keep him from rolling off. “Alright, alright, we’re up. But first, morning kisses.”The twins squealed as Ishaan and Ashwin covered their little faces in kisses, making them giggle loudly.“Now go b
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The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden glow over the quiet streets as Ishaan strolled toward Mrs. Patel’s bakery. The warmth of the light contrasted with the crisp breeze that whispered through the town, rustling the leaves in gentle waves. It was a beautiful day, idyllic even—but his mind was far from the peaceful surroundings.All he could think about was Ashwin.The memory of last night clung to him, refusing to let go. How Ashwin had trembled beneath him, his small frame helpless against the force of Ishaan’s desire. How he had taken him again and again, until Ashwin was utterly spent, boneless in his arms. The soft, gasping sounds he made had left an imprint on Ishaan’s mind—sweet, broken little noises that sent heat straight through his veins.Even this morning, before Ishaan had left, Ashwin had still been dripping, slick and warm, all over their bed. The thought alone made Ishaan’s fingers twitch at his sides, itching
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Ashwin shuddered. The contrast between them had always been stark—where Ashwin was lean, lithe, and finely built, Ishaan was broad, towering, and commanding in every movement. It wasn’t just size; it was the way Ishaan held himself, the way his presence filled every space like it was meant to belong to him."You're shaking," Ishaan noted, amused. One of his hands drifted lower, possessively mapping the dip of Ashwin’s waist before gripping his hip hard. "But you're not running. You never do, do you?"Ashwin bit his lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer.Ishaan chuckled, low and knowing. "Because you like it when I take control," he continued, his voice smooth, almost hypnotic. "You like knowing you don’t have to think. You can just let me handle everything."Ashwin exhaled, his fingers flexing against the table as he let Ishaan’s words settle into him. He wouldn’t admit it out loud—not yet—but Ishaan was right
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The door clicked shut, and before Ashwin could even exhale, Ishaan was on him. His larger frame loomed over Ashwin’s smaller body, radiating heat and pent-up frustration. Rough hands cupped Ashwin’s jaw, tilting his face up just before Ishaan’s lips crashed down, swallowing him whole.The kiss was all-consuming—hungry, desperate, and demanding. Ishaan didn’t just kiss; he took. His lips were firm, his teeth grazing Ashwin’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth with a possessive pull. The force of it sent a jolt down Ashwin’s spine, making his knees weaken, but Ishaan’s grip on him was ironclad. There was nowhere to run, no room to breathe. Only Ishaan.Ashwin let out a muffled sound against his mouth, pushing lightly at Ishaan’s chest, but the man was relentless. His large hands slid from Ashwin’s jaw down to his waist, fingers pressing into the slight curve of his hips, gripping, grounding. It wasn’t just a touch—it was a claim. Ashwin’s breath hi
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Ashwin stood by the car, arms crossed, his posture deceptively relaxed. The dim streetlights cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t slept. Not properly. Not while Ishaan was locked inside that police station, treated like a criminal.His fingers drummed restlessly against his bicep as he watched the doors, his pulse hammering harder with every second.Then, finally—The doors swung open.Ishaan stepped out, slow and unhurried, like he hadn’t just spent two days being interrogated. He was still wearing the same clothes he had been arrested in, the fabric wrinkled, the sleeves slightly damp from where he had rinsed his face in the station’s bathroom. His jaw was tight, but his gaze lifted the moment he spotted Ashwin.Relief flickered in those dark eyes.Ashwin barely had time to push himself off the car before Ishaan was closing the distance between them.No words. No he
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The cell was small, barely large enough for the cot bolted to the wall and the metal toilet in the corner. The air was stale, thick with the scent of disinfectant and something metallic—blood, perhaps, long scrubbed away but still lingering beneath the surface.Ishaan Arthava sat on the cot, back straight, hands resting on his knees. His wrists were sore from the cuffs they had slapped on him hours ago, but he didn’t complain.Complaining was weakness.The officers outside whispered among themselves, their voices muffled through the steel door. He knew their type—cops who thought they had him cornered, who thought a few hours in a holding cell would break him.They didn’t know him.They had no idea what kind of patience lived inside him, what kind of restraint he had mastered over the years.The door creaked open.A uniformed officer stepped inside, gesturing for him to stand. “Move.”Ishaan exhaled slowly throu
