**Ten Years Ago.. Diwali Night, Delhi**
The night sky was alive with bursting fireworks. Loud explosions and colorful sparks lit up the darkness as laughter and cheers echoed across the sprawling family resort.
Eight-year-old Aisha, dressed in a bright purple lehenga, stood in the open courtyard with a mischievous grin. Beside her was Tanya, her partner in crime. They had just cornered their favorite target, chubby little Rohit.
"Hey, fatty!" Aisha snapped, smacking the back of Rohitâs head. "I already told you, the rockets are mine. You only get the burning sticks."
Rohit, who was still soft and round like a fluffy ball, rubbed his head and looked up at her with big, innocent eyes.
"But Aisha... burning sticks are for girls. Rockets are dangerous. Please give them back to me."
Aisha rolled her eyes in annoyance and nudged Tanya, who was busy burning all of Rohitâs burning sticks at once.
Tanya immediately joined in, smacking the back of Rohitâs head from behind. "Little rascal! Why arenât you listening to her? She said burning sticks are for you!"
Rohit turned around, confused as he watched those burning sticks turn into ash. "But... why are you burning Arya diâs sticks? She will kill me later."
Both girls stared at him with wide-open mouths before smacking his cheeks together.
"Why didnât you tell us that earlier?!"
"Itâs your fault for standing there looking so innocent!"
Rohit rubbed his red cheeks, looking guilty. "Sorry, cousins..."
Just then, 15-year-old Riya arrived, carrying a big packet of crackers. "Rohit, here , these are yours."
Tanya let out an "Oops," while Aisha sighed in disappointment. Riya looked at the previous packets and asked, "Who used Aryaâs crackers?"
Both twins immediately pointed at Rohit and started telling their own dramatic version of the story. Poor Rohit, who had been recently adopted into the family four years back, stayed silent, not wanting to make things worse.
Riya smirked, clearly not believing them. "Like I donât know who actually did it. Say sorry to him right now or handle Arya yourselves?"
As if summoned by her name, Arya appeared like a devil, carrying the rest of the crackers. Her eyes immediately narrowed when she saw the half-burnt packets.
"Who used my crackers?" she asked coldly.
The twins pointed at Rohit again. Arya looked at him, but he stayed quiet. Then she glanced at Riya, who was pretending to look at the stars.
Bitch.
Furious, Arya slapped Rohit hard across the face, leaving a bright red palm print on his chubby cheek.
"You little devil! You canât even guard a few crackers?!"
Riya immediately stepped in, pulling Rohit into her embrace. "What are you doing? He didnât do anything! They took it!"
"You dare... you bitches!" Arya snarled and tried to chase after the twins but Rohit held her off. Aisha and Tanya screamed and ran for their lives.
"Run, Tanya, run! The crooked witchâs ass is on fire!" Aisha shouted, pulling her sisterâs hand.
They sprinted into the main villa and hid under a heavy wooden wardrobe in their uncleâs room, giggling as they looked at each other.
Just then, the door opened. The girls tensed, Aisha singnalled to say silent and peek through the crack.
Uncle Raj Singhania walked in with a cold, serious expression. Right behind him, Kalyani was desperately clutching his hand, tears streaming down her face.
"Bhai sahab, please... just this one time," she begged, voice shaking. "Hemant really needs the money. We wonât ask again, I swear."
Raj sat down on the large chair, lit a cigarette, and exhaled slowly with an indifferent look.
"Kalyani... this is not the first time," he said calmly. "Ten crore is not a small amount. Even for me, itâs difficult this time. Perhaps itâs better if he reports everything to Mother. I doubt any elder would support him after this mess."
Kalyaniâs eyes widened in panic. She moved closer, her voice breaking.
"I know... I know Iâve asked too many times. But if this reaches their ears, he will lose his shares. What will happen to my childrenâs future?"
Raj scoffed, smoke curling from his lips.
"Like you actually care about them. Donât act innocent. I know exactly how you blew through the previous money. And now youâre here again, asking me to clean up your mess. This time... itâs too much."
Kalyani stayed silent for a long moment, trembling. Then, with visible shame, she slowly walked around the desk and knelt in front of him and dropped her pallu. With shaking hands, she placed her palms on his thighs.
"Bhai sahab..." she whispered, voice full of humiliation. "Iâll do anything. Just help us this one last time. Please."
Raj looked down at her for a long, silent moment. A cold, satisfied smile slowly spread across his face.
He finally spoke, his tone mocking and calm.
"So youâre offering yourself now?" He tilted his head. "After pretending to be such a devoted wife all these years?"
Kalyani lowered her head, fresh tears falling onto his expensive slippers.
"...Yes."
Raj let out a soft, amused chuckle. He grabbed her chin firmly and forced her to look up at him.
"Good," he said, eyes gleaming. "At least youâre finally being honest."
***
Aishaâs eyes fluttered open.
She was back in the hotel room. A dull headache throbbed behind her temples, all courtsey to the beer she had downed last night.
For a moment, she thought the chaotic memories were just a dream... until she felt something hard twitcing, between her legs.
Her gaze slowly drifted downward.
She was completely naked, lying shamelessly on top of Rohitâs bare chest. His arm was loosely wrapped around her waist.
She quickly sat up and shifted away, covering her breasts with her arms.
Memories flooded back...
The spanking. The way he ate her ass on camera. How she had begged. How she had cum so hard and saw stars..
Aisha stared at the dried cum still coating her thighs and leaking from her ass. Strangely... she didnât feel the rage she expected. Instead, there was only a heavy, numb calm.
She looked at Rohitâs sleeping face. Even now, he looked peaceful, her phone still loosely held in his hand. He hadnât moved her even once while she slept on top of him.
Idiot... Thatâs why everyone keeps taking advantage of you.
She muttered under her breath, voice barely audible.
"...Fool. You think you were using me? It was me who was using you."
A small sting of guilt hit her chest. She shook her head.
No... It was necessary. I already paid the price.
She reached for her phone. The notifications showed nearly 8 lakh rupees (9k dollars) had been added.
Only 3 lakhs remained on her loan. With her new ranking, even solo streams might be enough to finish it.
Hope flickered in her eyes for a brief second.
She quickly opened the app to check her weekly leaderboard ranking... but her channel was gone.
Completely deleted.
Aisha froze. Her fingers trembled as she refreshed again and again. Nothing. The channel she had spent months building , was gone.
Despair hit her like a truck.
All her hard work. All the humiliation she had endured. Everything... erased in one night.
Tears welled up instantly. Her shoulders shook as quiet sobs escaped her throat. She covered her mouth, trying to hold them back, but they kept coming.
Rohit stirred beside her. He opened his eyes and saw Aisha curled up, crying into her hands.
âWhat a crybaby.â
He sat up slowly, rubbing his face.
"What happened?" he asked, voice still heavy with sleep. "Why are you staining the bedsheet with crocodile tears?"
Aisha turned to him, eyes red and filled with pain. She shoved the phone toward him, voice cracking.
"Why...?" she whispered. "What did I ever do to you? Why did you delete my channel? It took me so many months to reach that level... How am I supposed to repay my loan now?"
Rohit looked at her quietly for a moment, then sighed.,
âShit, canât say because of my name.â
He lied, "I did it for you."
Aisha stared at him, confused and hurt. Tears falling.
"...For me? How?"
Rohit took a moment to wipe her tears. After a long silence, he spoke calmly.
"Aisha... what you were doing.. camming, showing yourself to thousands of strangers , itâs not safe. You hate me right now, I know that. But the only reason Victor was able to blackmail you was because of that stream. And if we hadnât stopped it, more people like him would have come after you."
Aishaâs eyes flashed with anger. She sat up straighter, pulling the blanket over her chest.
"Who the hell are you to decide whatâs safe for me?" she snapped, voice still hoarse. "You think you can just delete my only source of income and act like some savior?"
Rohit looked at her steadily.
"Because you asked me to take responsibility," he replied quietly. "You looked me in the eyes and asked if I would take responsibility for you. I said yes. That wasnât just talk."
Aisha froze for a second, remembering her own broken words from earlier. She looked away, biting her lip.
"...Itâs not that easy," she whispered, voice cracking. "I still have a loan to pay. How am I supposed to live now?"
Rohit reached for his phone on the bedside table.
"How much?" he asked simply.
Aisha let out a bitter laugh, not expecting anything.
"Three lakhs," she said casually, almost mockingly. "And donât tell me.."
Ding.
Her phone buzzed on the bed. Then again. And again.
She frowned and picked it up. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the notification.
[âč3,10,000 credited to your account.]
She looked up at Rohit, stunned into silence for several seconds.
"You... you actually did it? "
Rohit simply shrugged and placed his phone back on the bedside table.
"I told you. I will take care." He paused, then added in a low, firm voice, "Donât misunderstand. This doesnât end whatâs between us. You are still under me."
He was about to stand up when Aisha suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Wait," she said, voice still shaky. "Tell me honestly... why did you help me? In this world, no one helps anyone without a reason. You couldâve exploited me even more, but you cleared my loan. Why? What game are you playing?"
Rohit looked at her for a long moment, then sat back down.
"I value you, Aisha," he said quietly. "You have potential to stay calm under pressure. You have a tactical mind. Someone like you shouldnât be wasting away on cam shows or begging for scraps. I want you by my side. My reasons arenât completely selfless... but that doesnât mean I have to exploit you. If you stay useful and loyal, Iâll take care of you. But if you ever think of double-crossing me..." His eyes darkened. "I wonât hesitate to punish you."
Aisha stared at him, eyes glistening. Then, without warning, she pulled him into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest.
Rohit stayed silent as her body shook with quiet sobs. She started ranting between tears... about her mother, the loans, the constant fear, the humiliation she had endured just to survive.
Rohit gently patted her head, letting her cry it all out.
When her sobs finally quieted, he spoke softly.
"When the time is right, Iâll help you destroy your enemies. Because theyâre my enemies too. But for now, you need to return home. This world is cruel... you already know that."
He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.
"I know youâre confused, and you deserve answersâbut not yet. And that stupid condition I made earlier about pressing your boobs and ass... that was just a joke."
Aisha sniffled, eyes still red. She hesitated for a long second, then, with surprising boldness, she took his hand and pressed it firmly against her breast.
"...If itâs you... Iâll give you my first time."
Rohitâs eyes widened slightly in surprise.
He didnât pull away. Instead, he gently squeezed her breast, and patted her head with his other hand.
"A girlâs first real time should be special," he said quietly. "Once all of this is over, Iâll make it memorable. But, not now."
Rohit stood up, got dressed, and checked his phone. He glanced back at her one last time before walking out.
Aisha lay on the bed, covered in the blanket, watching him quietly as he left. For first time, she didnât see him as hateful bastard.
Idiot..