I watched in silence as she and Jhanvi escorted the older man to the door. But once it closed shut, I immediately rounded on the two of them, "Okay, what the hell was that all about? Why was a banker at your house?"
Jhanvi bit her lower lip and looked at Pooja Didi. "I told you he'd be mad."
Pooja Didi sighed and walked past me, back into the living room. "Come on... sit down. Let's talk."
I glanced at Jhanvi suspiciously before following her sister back into the living room, "Talk about what?"
"Just sit and listen. Please..." Pooja Didi said and pulled me down beside her onto the couch. She looked me in the eyes. "Do you trust us?"
I nodded, wondering what in the world she was up to, but answered honestly, "Yes. I trust you both completely. You know that..."
She nodded at Jhanvi, sitting on my other side, who then picked up a file and handed it over to me. I looked down at the first page. It was a copy of a loan application form. "A home mortgage loan? Why is there..."
"Keep going..." Pooja said, cutting me off.
The next pages were a lot of legal mumbo jumbo, but one particular line caught my eye and I read it out loud, "For securing an additional loan of three Crore against this property?" I exclaimed, "Didi, you're putting up your family's house?"
Pooja Di and Jhanvi exchanged a look before Pooja Didi answered softly, looking at my face, "Yes, our parents' estate and all of our jewellery, as well. Hopefully that should fetch a few Crores too. I know that it's still nowhere near enough for what we need but it's a start."
"What?" I asked in disbelief and then turned to Jhanvi. "And you agreed to this?" I asked her incredulously, "You're going to lose your home?"
Pooja Didi put her hand on my shoulder and answered me, "Suraj... We want to help you..."
"You need the money for buying those call options to thwart Ravi's plan. Right?"
"Y-Yes..." I stammered out.
"And if you don't get that money, we might end up being stuck with Ravi and Kishore for the rest of our lives!" Jhanvi interjected.
"But... But... I can't accept this." I said firmly, "Your family home is your legacy. I can't allow this. No!"
"You can't allow us?" Pooja Didi repeated, "Suraj, this is our choice, not yours. Both Jhanvi and I agree that it's more important to spend our lives with the man we love rather than stay with two assholes like Ravi and Kishore for the rest of our lives."
"But, I..." I started choking with emotions but Pooja Didi cut me off, leaning in to hug me close, "Chotu, you are our life now..."
"And we want to help you!" Jhanvi said softly, "We can't let you do this alone!"
"Besides, you can repay us once you take over from Kishore..." Pooja Didi added and then chuckled at my expression, "Promise?"
I nodded, unable to reply, tears in my eyes. Pooja Didi then leaned in to kiss away the tears, while Jhanvi reached over and hugged me from the other side.
"Thank you. It... it means the whole world to me..." I said finally, looking at them with gratitude. Pooja Didi smiled at this, stroking my cheek, "We know..."
"However, if you DO want to thank us for doing this for you tonight!" She added with a grin, "I know a certain way you can show your appreciation for both of your wives!"
***
"Mmmm... What are you doing out there?" Pooja Didi walked upto me from behind as I stood on the balcony early in the morning. I smiled and glanced back to find her looking sexy as hell, wearing just a long shirt, covering her down to her mid-thighs, with nothing else underneath. She was barefoot and the shirt was unbuttoned at her navel, giving me a tantalizing view of her cleavage. Her long black hair dishevelled in the morning light made her all the more gorgeous.
"Thinking..." I replied, pulling her to stand beside me. She snuggled into my arm with a sigh, "About how lucky I am to be able to be with two gorgeous women at the same time!"
"Oh, you mean last night with Jhanvi and me?" she asked with a small smirk, "Or the night before with Tara and me at the school?"
I blushed deep red at her quip and looked at her guiltily. To be honest, I was expecting to have this conversation with Didi, sooner or later. You don't have a threesome with your future wife and YOUR sister, and then another with HER sister without it having consequences.
Luckily, Pooja Didi hadn't brought it up with Jhanvi around, but now that she was all alone, I was worried that she'd have a lot to say. However, instead of being mad, Didi just giggled and kissed my lips gently. "Relax, Chotu! I'm not jealous!" she said with a grin, "Actually... I found it kinda kinky to watch you fuck your sister! It was very sexy!"
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Mmm hmmm..." she whispered and pulled back a little and stroked my cheek lovingly, "You have to admit, our love story is a little...unique..."
I nodded, agreeing with her, "That's for damn sure."
"I mean... I practically jumped you when you came back from college, even though I'm married. Then you pulled my sister into our crazy relationship, then seduced and slept with your stepmother for some secrets against Ravi. Hell, if Nora's seduction plan had gone ahead properly, she might have been in bed with us back there!"
I chuckled, "I guess... I am a bit of a player, huh."
*Smack*
This earned me a well-deserved smack at the back of my head, but I couldn't help but grin at her, "Owww!"
"You're lucky that I love you so damn much! But yes... I can't believe how much I've changed in just a few months since you returned and turned my life upside down!" She said while rolling her eyes at me, "I've become such a slut, thanks to you! But it's not just me... I mean... look at how much Jhanvi has changed. Who would have thought that my shy, demure baby-sis would turn into a complete nympho, who likes being fucked everyday?"
I grinned and pulled Pooja Didi closer, pressing her soft, curvaceous body against mine. "So, if I got it right, you're not jealous of me sleeping with Tara, Nora or Jhanvi... and you actually got turned on by watching me fuck Tara?"
"Well... maybe... I'm not really sure..." she replied and looked away shyly.
I cupped her chin gently and made her face me with her eyes, "Didi... tell me the truth..."
"Yes..." she whispered and looked up into my eyes, a small smile on her lips, "As long as I know that I'm your one, true love... I guess it's okay. Besides, I can't blame them for falling for my handsome, young, stud of a husband!"
At those words, I pulled her in for a hug, kissing her neck, cheeks and lips softly. "Didi, you are the love of my life! I promise that no matter what, nothing will ever change that!"
She nodded and then pulled back, looking at my face. "So, you're okay with my feelings then?"
"More than okay..." I whispered, stroking her cheek gently, "It's hot to know that my gorgeous wife likes watching her future husband banging other women."
She blushed deeply, and looked down, embarrassed, "Well... it's kind of weird to say that out aloud."
"Well, you know, I do understand it a bit. Remember that night on Navratri, when you and Jhanvi gave Vivaan a blowjob together. That was really hot!" I replied with a grin, "I guess I'm so confident about our love, that I don't mind sharing you like that, as long as I am in control..."
"Hmmm..." She nodded thoughtfully and leaned into my arms as we watched the sunrise together, "I guess I feel a lot like that with you too, Suraj!"
***
The Next Morning...
"Karan's late! As usual!" Jhanvi grumbled as we all waited for Karan at Pooja Didi's place, "First he cancelled on us yesterday and now he's late again!"
"Oh relax, Jaanu. You know he was busy with Peter yesterday, interrogating Shah Rukh's goons and getting that snitch to flip on his boss. He's really helping us out a lot in our plan. You can't blame him for being somewhat late," I said, trying to placate her.
Jhanvi pouted, "I know but it's been so long since we've met. I can't wait to see him. I'm so excited!"
"You've known him as long as I have. Did you really expect him to change that easily?" I chuckled at her impatience, when the doorbell finally rang!
"See! I told you he'd come..." I said to Jhanvi with a chuckle, and all three of us got up to get the door. Karan hadn't met Jhanvi and Pooja Didi for over six years now, so both girls were quite excited to see him again.
Karan still had his trademark roguish smile as he stepped into the living room. He was dressed in a casual shirt, jeans and sneakers, his curly hair styled perfectly and a pair of sunglasses on his forehead. "Suraj, my man! Sorry I'm a little late..."
"No worries..." I had just opened my mouth to greet him back, when Jhanvi, who until just a minute ago was complaining about Karan's tardiness, suddenly squealed and jumped into Karan's arms, hugging him tightly "Oh my God! Karan! It's been so long."
"Yes, it has..." he grinned widely and patted her back affectionately, "Look at you! All married and everything!"
She giggled back and pulled back from him to give him a good look up and down, "Well, you did spruce yourself up a bit. Nice shirt! Is that Gucci?"
"Only the best for you, Mrs. Jhanvi Kapoor!" Karan replied with a flourish, taking off his sunglasses, and finally getting a chance to get a good look at her. And as with most guys who saw Jhanvi for the first time these days, I could literally see his jaw drop open.
Jhanvi wore a sheer pink saree that clung to her voluptuous figure and showed off her ample curves in all the right places. Her beautiful tits were barely covered with a low cut blouse, while the low-draped pallu left her waist bare, exposing her midriff.
"You look..." Karan managed to stammer out and I could swear he was already drooling over my wife as his eyes roved all over her curves, lingering on her cleavage. "Wow! Look at you. You've grown up into a stunning woman, Jhanvi!" He said and then turned to me, "Suraj, I don't remember our third musketeer Jhanvi being this hot before!"
Jhanvi blushed at the compliment. Karan, Jhanvi, and I were inseparable back in school and referred to each other as the three musketeers. She was a bit surprised at Karan's brazen compliment but took it with grace, "Well, I guess you're not too bad yourself. You clean up nice too. I still remember how much of a dork you looked back then!"
"Heyyyyy!" he protested with a chuckle. All four of us had grown up together and there was familiarity between them, despite not meeting for over half a decade.
"Now come on, both of you. Why don't we invite our guest into the house, instead of standing at the door like idiots!" Pooja Didi said, coming in between the two and giving Karan a hug, "Hi, Karan! It's been ages!"
"Hello, Pooja Didi! Looking good too, I see." Karan greeted her cheerily, giving her a warm, friendly hug. As with Jhanvi, his eyes lingered on her cleavage in Didi's equally sexy white saree and I could see her raise her eyebrows a little at his obvious ogling of her tits.
Luckily Karan had the good sense to not make a comment about Didi's looks. She was always a few years ahead of us, so he had more of a strict elder sister and clownish younger brother relationship with Pooja Didi. He used to play so many pranks on her, and I distinctly remember more than one instance when my friend had gotten a strong scolding for his antics back then.
"Well, come on in." Pooja Didi said with a smile, stepping back to let him in, "Take a seat at the couch while Jhanvi and I go get some snacks for us."
As both girls headed into the kitchen area, I gestured for Karan to sit. We sat down at the table where we were planning to have lunch.
"So..." he said, turning towards me, his tone a little conspiratorial.
"So... what?" I replied, looking a bit confused.
"How much do they know? I mean, about their husbands being in a conspiracy to take over your family. And that we both are trying to stop them. Do I need to be discreet about stuff, while talking to them, or is it ok to talk freely in front of them?" he whispered to me, and I shook my head.
"Nah! Don't worry about that." I replied with a chuckle, "They both know the full deal. I've told them everything."
"Told us what?" Jhanvi asked, overhearing my last comment as she returned with Pooja Didi and set up plates on the table in front of us.
"That you both are aware of Ravi and Kishore's evil plans and are totally fine to help us in any way possible to take them down!" I replied and Karan gave me a panicked look, "Really?"
Pooja Didi laughed at this, seeing Karan's expression, "I thought, we decided to ease him into it. But then you go and just blurt it out?"
"Well, I think he's been in the dark for way too long and still helped us out every step of the way, like a good friend. There's really no point in hiding it from him," I answered, grinning at Karan.
"So, you two are really on our team? Against your husbands?" He asked both women and Pooja Didi nodded, "Of course we are! We can't be with them now can we, not after Suraj told us the truth."
"Our husbands are assholes!" Jhanvi chimed in. "They deserve everything that's coming for them."
"And we do appreciate all the help you've been giving us in this, Karan." Pooja Didi said with a smile, taking a seat beside Karan and leaning in to give him a soft peck on the cheek, "Thank you for being such a wonderful, loyal friend."
On his other side, Jhanvi did the same, kissing him lightly on his cheek and adding, "We're so glad you're in our corner, Karan..."
Both women then leaned back and looked at the stunned Karan. His face had gone red from their attention, and he was staring blankly at us, "Uhm... yeah... sure..."
Jhanvi giggled and Pooja Didi smirked, exchanging amused glances at his reaction. "He still can't handle women, can he?" she remarked to her sister.
"Still the same old Karan..." Jhanvi agreed, shaking her head in disbelief, "I thought you would have gotten some practice after leaving us for Goa. Or are you still pining for Tara like you did way back in the day."
"I... uh... well..." Karan stammered, his face turning redder than before, and I couldn't help burst out laughing along with the girls.
It seemed like Jhanvi still knew how to push his buttons, "I mean, he had this stupid plan to woo Tara back at school with a bouquet of roses and everything, and he was so nervous around her that he just handed her the flowers and ran off!"
Pooja Didi chuckled, patting a mortified Karan on his shoulder, "Oh come on, Jhanvi! Give him a break. He was what? Sixteen back then?"
"Seventeen actually, Pooja Didi. But he never grew up beyond fifteen!" Jhanvi giggled. "I mean, just look at him, all red in the face!"
"Oh, drop it, the two of you. What's wrong in a guy having a long unrequited crush on a girl he loves? I mean sometimes it does work out for the guy in the end." I added with a smirk, glancing at both Pooja and Jhanvi, who blushed a little.
I had to admit, the irony was a bit thick. I mean, I was in the same situation with Jhanvi and Pooja Didi and now I was fucking them both on a daily basis. In fact, while Jhanvi and Pooja Didi didn't know of it yet, Karan had scored with Tara back in Goa already. But I'm not sure if this was the right time to reveal that story. So, I let it slide and let the girls assume that poor old Karan was just as pathetic as back then in his quest for a girlfriend.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to fly by quickly. With all the heavy stuff out of the way, we chatted endlessly with Karan. He regaled us with tales of his time at Goa and we reminisced about the antics we got in back in the day. Despite all the stress and drama of our predicament weighing down on us, it seemed that having Karan join us seemed to take all of us out of it. It was nice to have a carefree moment with our old friend, even if it was only a temporary reprieve.
However, a phone call from Peter around noon, put a damper on things and brought us back to reality quite effectively.
"What do you mean he wants a meeting with the head of the international smuggling gang!" I exclaimed in surprise as Karan got off the call and informed us of the new hitch, "What other gang?"
Karan sighed and shook his head at the news, "Well, when we cooked up this story about gun smuggling, we needed to make it believable. Can't just have a mysterious new seller who approaches Shah Rukh out of the blue. What if he tried to find out if the deal was true from some backchannel contacts."
"And..." Pooja Didi asked, frowning a little.
"It would be easier to make it out to be some well-known syndicate but with bosses who are unknown, so that if anyone asks questions, they can't get answers." Karan explained, "So we pretended to be from this one gang where the old boss was kinda 'deposed' by his brutal young daughter, who's now taken over the family business per se. Little's known about this daughter and her new lieutenants, so we thought that would be the perfect scam."
"And now he wants to meet the leader of this syndicate that we supposedly represent?" I clarified and Karan nodded with a frown.
"Can't someone pretend to be the leader of this gang? Like Peter did when he met the goons?" Jhanvi asked. I could see she looked a little worried.
"We could, but I can hardly find any girl on such a short notice to meet the dreaded crime lord, who is a psychotic, ruthless killer. I mean, I could try, but it would be risky to use anyone I don't trust fully..." Karan said with a frown.
"Fuck! This complicates things. How the hell do we pull that off?" I asked.
"What if I do it?" Pooja Didi said softly, looking at Karan and then at me.
There was a brief stunned silence at her words and Karan, Jhanvi and I both gaped at Didi. She looked at the shocked faces and continued, "I mean, why not? I could do this. I can pretend to be the boss of the gang, can't I?"
"Oh, there is no way in hell that I'm going to send you into that lion's den alone. No fucking way!" I said vehemently.
"Chotu... this is the only way..." she said calmly, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I won't let you..." I started but Jhanvi interrupted me.
"Actually, she's right..." Jhanvi said, looking at her. "We have to do it! But, I think it will have to be me and not Didi who goes!"
It was now Pooja Didi' turn to be shocked, "What?"
Jhanvi nodded with a determined expression, "Oh come on Didi, you can't act to save your life. You'll get made in minutes. I was the one who was in the theatre club back in school. I can definitely pull it off!" she declared.
"Jhanvi, I know what you're trying to do. But there is no way I'm risking you either..." I started. "I mean you're not even part of all this, Shah Rukh's coming after me. You don't need to do this..."
At my words, Jhanvi and Pooja Didi leaned in and hugged me. Jhanvi kissed me lightly on the cheek, "You've been doing everything for everyone else. Let us help you for once!"
"Yeah Chotu... you're not alone anymore. Let me and Jhanvi help you out." Pooja Didi whispered into my ear, giving me an affectionate kiss, as well, "Let us do this."
I looked down at both of them, sighing. The thought of sending my Jhanvi into Shah Rukh's den, made my stomach churn. But it seemed like I had no choice in this. They had both made up their minds.
"Fine, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" I finally relented and then looked up at Karan, "But I can't send her in there alone and Shah Rukh knows my face!"
Karan who had been listening silently, finally broke in. "She won't be! I'll go along with Peter. Act as her right-hand man or something. Don't worry. I'll protect her, Suraj. I promise." He said with a reassuring smile.
"Okay... Fine. When does Shah Rukh want to hold this meeting?" I said finally.