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**Sneha's Birthday**
Inside the house buzzed with a strange kind of joy. Kakima, Mashi, Jethima—each one talking about something different: someone arranging gifts, someone fussing over the cake, someone taking photos of the children. In the back room, relatives laughed and joked in a whirlwind of noise.
Everyone together—yet Sneha alone.
After a while, Sneha's breathing began to feel heavy. Even surrounded by so many people, she felt trapped, as if she couldn't draw a full breath. Tired and stifled by the clamor of light and laughter, she quietly slipped out of the room and stepped toward the courtyard.
The cool evening air touched her cheeks and brought a moment of relief. A brief silence… a moment to breathe.
She walked slowly across the courtyard. Old walls rose on either side, a patch of sky above. Alone.
Sneha did not know—this loneliness was not hers alone.
From a dark corner of the rooftop, four pairs of eyes watched her, motionless.
They made no sound. Their presence remained hidden in shadow, untouched by any light. But those eyes…
They followed every step she took.
They looked at her not as a person—but as a body, an object.
From their gaze dripped shameless, raw lust.
"Did you see? What fresh skin," one whispered, voice low but disgustingly clear.
"Ah… that figure… pure fire," another voice added.
Laughter—suppressed, vicious.
They knew that at this moment Sneha was completely unguarded, completely unaware.
Meanwhile, Sneha walked with her head lowered, letting the breeze play through her hair. There was no fear in her mind—she knew nothing. She had no idea that inside this very house, so close by, eyes were devouring her body… her femininity… with savage greed.
In the rooftop corner, those eyes held only desire. Filthy, twisted, primal.
Sneha slowly returned to the house.
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**Evening on the rooftop—four shadows standing behind the darkness…**
On the old rooftop of the colony stood four young men—Jay (Sneha's father's cousin's son) and his friends: Nil, Bapon, and Arghya. Cigarette smoke curled from their lips, phones in their hands, and in their eyes a vile, greedy stare. They looked straight down at the courtyard below, where Sneha had walked moments earlier—in her beautiful blue dress, hair open, swaying in the wind like a dream.
Nil, cigarette clenched between his teeth, said,
"See that, Jay? Your luck is insane! What a damn sexy sister! I can't even imagine having a cousin with a figure like that… you're blessed, man!"
Bapon laughed and added,
"Did you see the way she walks? Damn… those hips swaying like they're keeping rhythm! Seriously, how can one girl be so hot, so sexy? Every time I look at her… I lose my mind."
Arghya laughed obscenely,
"Jay, you don't even know how lucky you are. Heaven's access is right there in your sister! I've never seen such a hot sister even in movies!"
Jay stood silently, lips pressed tight. Though he looked decent on the outside, in reality he was utterly depraved.
Fire burned at the corners of his eyes.
His voice grew heavy—like the moment before a storm breaks, breath held, rage trembling.
Suddenly he shouted,
"What luck are you talking about, you idiots? What blessing? She's my sister! Understand? I can't propose to her, I can't flirt with her! I can't do anything! I can't even enjoy her the way you bastards can!"
Everyone froze. Jay didn't stop.
"If she weren't my sister, I would have proposed to her back in class nine—on the way home from school I'd hold her hand and ask, 'Will you be my girlfriend?' And I'd force a kiss on her! You know how many nights I've spent fantasizing about her? My luck is bad… so bad that I can't do a damn thing!"
Bapon burst out laughing,
"You're the biggest pervert of us all! We thought we were bad, but you're worse! Talking about your own sister like this—you're the king of bastards!"
Arghya added in a filthy tone,
"Seriously, Jay—you're even more dangerous than us. At least we fantasize about someone else's sister. You won't even leave your own alone."
Jay bit his lip, pulled a cigarette from his pocket. In his eyes burned a strange stubbornness—dirty, hateful, twisted.
"Pervert? Me? You lot were the ones calling her hot. At least I'm admitting it… I want her!"
Nil egged him on:
"If you want her that badly, then do it! Propose! If blood ties are chaining your fantasies, break them!"
Bapon joined in:
"Yeah! You have to get that girl… don't overthink it. Plenty of people do it with their own sisters… she's only your cousin! You haven't done anything yet—do it now!"
Arghya lowered his voice, whispering like the devil himself:
"Jay, if you don't act, someone else will take her. Then you'll be left taking photos as brother and sister while someone else carries her in his arms! Can you bear that?"
Jay's eyes slowly turned bloodshot. Biting his lip, grinding his teeth, he said,
"No. I can't. I won't let her belong to anyone else."
A twisted, terrifying smile spread across his face—cruel, merciless.
In a surge of excitement, he declared—
"I swear… she will be mine. No matter how. Sister or relative—it doesn't matter. I want her body, her mind, everything. She's mine to claim… she belongs to me."
To be continued...