Strings of Us

"Everything is ready Baba!" A man in his early twenties said to his father with a grin.

Kamal, his father, smiled bitterly and said, "Now we can finally live peacefully without this burden. Good job my son."

"But will he really give us money in return?" The middle aged woman, Kamal's wife, Samita asked with confusion.

"Don't worry Amma! That old man is a wealthy faggot always behind younger boys, we will just send Mehul to his room and after some time we will go to his house and catch them and threaten him to give us money and take that little bitch with him otherwise we will tell everyone about all this." Samar, Mehul's elder brother replied with a wicked smile.

"That's good, finally that little bitch of a burden will be taken away from us." Samita said without an ounce of guilt of selling her own son.

They came out of their room and saw Mehul cooking food in the kitchen for them.

"Hey you bastard!! Why are you so slow? I am dying of hunger. Why is food still not ready." Samar spoke angrily, scaring Mehul.

"F-food is r-ready young m-master p-please wait a few minutes." Mehul replied while stuttering.

"Fast my son doesn't have a whole day to wait for this disgusting food made by you little stuttering bitch." Samita said angrily, breaking Mehul's heart.

"I am also your son" he wanted to say that and cry but he knows if he did they would beat him again.

So, he silently nodded his head and started serving them dinner and stood in the corner watching his family having dinner.

"You! after washing the dishes go to the village guest house with some dinner for Thakur Sahab." Kamal said, with his evil thoughts.

Mehul flinched hearing that he had seen that old man who kept staring at him with those lusty eyes he was scared of, he tried to protest.

"B-but-" his sentence was cut off by his mother.

"Shut up! Do as your father says don't deny elders you fool" Samita said harshly.

Mehul only nodded his head as a reply.

After dinner the three went to their respective rooms, leaving Mehul to do the dishes alone.

"What should I do? I am scared to go there alone!" Mehul thought to himself while packing dinner for Thakur Sahab.

"But if I don't go, my father will surely beat me harder than last time. I don't want to get beaten either. I will just go and come back in a second after delivering food yes! This is good." He said to himself while getting out of the house with packed dinner in one hand and on the other hand having a torch as the village is dark and all lights are off.

He went to the guest house which is situated at the very corner of the village far away from his house with a fast beating heart.

He arrived at the door of the house and knocked weakly.

The door opened within a few seconds and a fat old man showed up with a huge nasty grin.

"T-thakur S-Sahab, my f-father s-sent dinner for y-you." Mehul said, scaredly looking at the grin.

"Yes! He told me about it, come inside." the old man said, looking up and down at him.

"N-no I will just leave." Mehul replied hurriedly.

"Please come just for a few minutes." the old man said and dragged him inside after closing the door.

From the corner of the next house, Samar smirked evilly as his plan worked. He looked for a few minutes and Mehul didn't come out, he grinned and went back to his house smiling.

Meanwhile in the guest house, the old man forced Mehul to drink water mixed with drugs to make him half unconscious and started to remove his clothes.

Mehul struggled and started crying for help.

"Tut Tut Tut, no need to cry, your own father sold you for one night with me. So just relax and enjoy." the old man spoke with a lusty smirk.

Mehul's heart broke hearing his words; he thought his family hated him but he never thought they would do something like this to him. He never got their love from childhood but he was okay as long as they gave him shelter and food but he never expected this from them.

"P-please l-leave m-me." He begged as saw the old man trying to remove his clothes.

"H-HELP M-ME P-PLEASE!!!" He kept shouting with hope that someone would save him.

The old man already removed his shirt while he kept struggling.

Only when he thought there was no hope for him to be saved today, the room's door broke from outside. A shadow figure came inside and pushed the old man away from him.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you enter my house?" The old man shouted while glaring at the young man in front of him.

The man didn't reply but punched the old man in the face.

The man turned towards the bed where a small guy was shivering and crying badly without a shirt.

He moved towards the bed and handed him his coat. Mehul took the coat in half consciousness and fell on the man's chest struggling to keep steady steps.

Just as he was about to put on the shirt, he heard a loud shout from the door.

"You fucking whore!" Samar shouted looking at Mehul, his parents behind him.

Samar's expression changed looking at the man who was not Thakur but he composed himself and started marching towards them.

"We sent you to deliver food here, why are you half naked and in this man's arms? Who the fuck is he?" Samar spoke.

The old man who was lying on the ground from punch stood up urgently and spoke before anyone can say anything,

"They were going to fuck in my house and were going to frame me and get some money from me while threatening me."

Mehul tried to say something but before he could they heard a deep raspy voice.

"I don't think it is a good choice to lie." The man aka SHAURYA SINGH spoke, making everyone shiver just from his voice.

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•First chapter and first time writing on 抖阴社区 please try to ignore mistakes and support me.

•Story might have a lot of grammatical mistakes please ignore!!!

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