Dev, now cloaked in the perfect disguise of Adityanand, walked through the towering gates of Shree Kshetrapal Dham Ashram.
The guards bowed without suspicion.
The servants welcomed him with fear and reverence.
Even the Swami's most loyal followers, who had known Adityanand since childhood, didn't notice the difference. Dev had mastered Sarvachakra well enough to replicate not just the body, but the voice, the walk, the smirk—and the sin.
Inside the Ashram's inner sanctum, the air was thick with incense and moans.
Adityanand's private chambers, once echoing with depravity, now pulsed under Dev's presence.
To maintain the disguise, he indulged himself. He allowed the Ashram's Gopis, concubines trained since youth to serve Adityanand, to drape around him, touch him, and pleasure him.
They whispered praises, thinking he was the real heir.
And Dev didn't react to it.
One evening, as Dev lay tangled in the sheets with a gopi, he felt a wave of revulsion wash over him. How had Adityanand lived with himself, using these women so callously? The thought of Rashmi, pure and innocent, being subjected to such treatment made his blood boil.
The gopi beside him giggled, mistaking his grim expression for something else. "You're different tonight," she purred, running a finger down his chest. "So serious."
Dev forced a smile, pushing away the guilt and disgust. "Just thinking about my upcoming wedding," he lied smoothly.
As the gopi continued her advances, Dev felt a growing sense of unease. He knew he had to maintain the facade, but the thought of taking pleasure from these women, knowing they were being used, made his stomach churn.
When the gopi reached down to touch him, her eyes widened in surprise. "Adityanand," she gasped, "your... your sword is so much bigger than before. And harder."
Dev cursed inwardly. Adityanand's cock had been a mere 5 inches, but his own was a generous 9. He had to think quickly.
"It's the power of the new medicine," he lied smoothly, praying she wouldn't question further. "It enhances every part of me."
The gopi seemed to accept this explanation, her eyes shining with newfound admiration. "Then it must be working wonders indeed," she murmured, leaning in to kiss him.
Dev allowed the kiss, his mind racing.
As the gopi pressed her body against his, Dev felt his mind drifting to Rashmi. He imagined it was her touch, her kiss, her soft curves molding to his. With a groan, he rolled on top of her, his hips settling between her thighs.
"Adityanand," she gasped, her eyes wide with excitement. "You're so... so intense tonight."
Dev ignored her words, his focus solely on his thoughts of Rashmi. He thrust into her roughly, his mind filled with images of his love, his future wife. The gopi cried out, her nails digging into his back, but her cries fell on deaf ears.
He pounded into her mercilessly, his body seeking release, seeking solace in the memory of Rashmi's touch.
When his climax finally came, it was with a roar of her name, his seed spilling into the gopi's welcoming body.
Afterwards, as the gopi lay panting beneath him, Dev felt a surge of disgust wash over him. What had he done? He had used this woman, just like Adityanand had used countless others. The guilt was overwhelming.
He pushed himself off her, his movements abrupt. "Leave," he said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. "And tell the others I'm not to be disturbed tonight. I need to... prepare for my wedding."
The gopi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, slipping from the bed and gathering her clothes. As she left, Dev let out a shuddering breath, his head falling into his hands.
"Rashmi," he whispered, her name a plea on his lips. "Forgive me. I did it for us, for our future."
Days passed.
Preparations for the grand wedding began.
Kailash Yadav wanted the world to witness the union of his daughter and the Swami's son—the merging of politics and Ashram.
Rashmi wore the mask of a happy bride.
She played her part, smiled when needed, obeyed every instruction. But behind her eyes, only Dev lived.
Finally, the day arrived.
Thousands gathered around the temple grounds.
Drums thundered, flowers rained from above, and priests chanted Vedic mantras.
Swami Vairagyanand himself came to the ceremonial platform, dressed in golden robes, his aged hands trembling with both age and ego.
He smiled at "Adityanand," unaware he was looking at the reincarnated fury of Raghunath—the same bloodline he tried to erase.
Swami began the chants:
"Mangalāshtakam vachayet,
Jīvema shardah shatam..."
Dev sat beside Rashmi, his hand in hers, gaze unwavering.
When the Swami reached the sacred moment—tying of the mangalsutra, the final bond—he uttered the final shloka:
"Sākṣī bhava Ganesha, Sākṣī bhava Narayana,
Sākṣī bhava Rudra, Sākṣī bhava Kāla!"
As he tied the thread around Rashmi's neck.
Rashmi's breath hitched as the cool gold touched her skin, a symbol of their unbreakable bond.
She looked up at Dev, her eyes shining with tears of joy, and mouthed, "I love you."
Dev smiled, his own eyes glistening. He leaned in, whispering, "Forever, my love. Forever and always."
As the mantras came to an end, Swami Vairagyanand smiled benevolently at the newlywed couple. "May the gods bless your union and grant you a lifetime of happiness," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
Dev bowed his head, murmuring his thanks. He turned to Rashmi, his eyes filled with love and promise. "Come, my wife," he said softly, offering her his hand. "Let's start our new life together."
Rashmi placed her hand in his, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the title 'wife'. As they walked out of the temple, hand in hand, she couldn't help but steal glances at Dev, her heart overflowing with joy.
Dev entered the Ashram, his heart pounding in his chest. He kept his head held high, his posture confident and regal, despite the weight of his disguise.
As he walked through the familiar halls, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment.
Slowly, they made their way to the bridal chamber. The room was adorned with flowers and candles, the air thick with the scent of incense.
Adityanand's first wife, a beautiful woman named Leela, stood by the door, her eyes becoming happy, as she watched them approach.
She was dressed in an elegant sari, her hair adorned with flowers and jewels.
"Adityanand," she said, her voice slutty and lovely. "I am waiting for you."
Dev nodded with a smile, "Of course Leela," he said smoothly. Then her with her slim waist. "I'm gonna make you scream my name in pleasure."
He turned to Rashmi, offering her his hand. "Come, my bride," he said softly. "Let's consummate our union."
Rashmi hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to Leela's face.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and jasmine.
Leela's smile faltered for a moment as she noticed Rashmi's hesitation. "Rashmi," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "Don't be shy. Adityanand is your husband now. It's only natural that he wants to... consummate the marriage."
Dev's hand tightened around Rashmi's, sensing her discomfort. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "It's okay," he murmured. "Just follow my lead. We'll get through this together."
Rashmi took a deep breath, steeling herself. She placed her hand in Dev's, letting him lead her into the bridal chamber. Leela followed close behind, her eyes never leaving the couple.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Leela's demeanor changed. She stepped forward, her hips swaying seductively. "Adityanand," she purred, reaching out to touch his chest.
Dev cooperated with her. "Leela," he said, "First let me fucked my wife, then it will be your turn."
"Of course, my lord." Leela agreed, and step back for now.
Dev turned his attention back to Rashmi, his eyes softening as he looked at her. He gently took her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "It's just us now," he murmured. "Just you and me. Forget about everything else."
He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. "I love you," he whispered. "Only you. Forever."
Rashmi's heart swelled with emotion. She knew it was Dev, her Dev, despite the disguise. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I love you too," she whispered back. "So much."
Their lips met in a gentle, passionate kiss. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their love.
Leela watched, her eyes narrowing with jealousy. She had loved Adityanand once, but he had never looked at her the way he was looking at Rashmi.
Dev slowly began to undress Rashmi, his touch gentle and reverent. He trailed kisses along her neck, her collarbone, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. Rashmi arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
Leela felt a pang of longing. She had never been touched with such tenderness, such love. She watched as Dev laid Rashmi down on the bed, his body covering hers.
"Adityanand," Rashmi breathed, her eyes filled with desire and love. "Please..."
Dev smiled, his eyes darkening with passion. "I'm going to make love to you," he promised. "Slowly, gently. I'm going to worship every inch of your body."
He began to enter her, inch by inch, his eyes locked with hers. Rashmi gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Leela felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had never seen such beauty, such perfection.
Dev started moving, his thrusts slow and deliberate. He wanted to savor every moment, every sensation. Rashmi matched his rhythm, her hips lifting to meet his. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one.
Leela watched, her jealousy slowly turning into admiration. She had never seen two people so deeply in love, so connected. It was a sight to behold.
As their passion intensified, so did the sounds of their lovemaking. Moans and gasps filled the room, punctuated by the creaking of the bed. Leela felt her own desire building, watching the couple lost in their world of pleasure.
Suddenly, Dev let out a loud groan, his body tensing as he reached his climax. Rashmi cried out, her body shaking as she followed him over the edge. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing.