Thakur’s Shared bride

  Randi Rani and three cocks Author's POV  "Hume aapki ladki pasand aayi hum iska byaah hamare bade bete Rishabh se karayenge par...." Satyendra said while smoking cigarette sitting like dominance, blowing out smoke rings that floated lazily towards the ceiling. His grey eyes were cold and calculative behind the cigar smoke. "Par hamare kuch niyam hai." He looked at the Sarpanch's wife who now stood beside her husband after getting fucked by Thakur sons, his dark eyes glinting with unseen intentions. The room was heavy with unsaid things, the air thick with underlying meanings. Abhay and Rishabh stood quietly behind their father, imposing figures in expensive suits. "Hume aapke niyam Pata hai Sarkar. Ab humari ladki aapki amanat hai."  The Sarpanch replied quickly, his eyes shifting nervously between the three powerful Thakur men. He knew their family tradition—one bride shared among brothers and father.  "So, in simple terms, your precious in...