First Read the points then Prologue

• A story is incest, something new I am trying and controversial too.

•Siblings....Bold...and disgusting I know....so it's not your cup of tea...please stay away.

•If you read my stories you know Book is gonna be a rollercoaster ride with tones of secrets.

•Its third book in LL series...no one is forced to read...it's your choice.

•I don't want any criticizer here cause I know plot is totally wrong as per Indian culture and tradition.

•Nor I support such a relationships.

•If you are here to read you are wholeheartedly welcome, if you are here to criticize then sorry to say It's not polite Niya Shrivastav here.

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"It's not Love, it's sin, I am willingly commiting."

~Aehraan Ardhansh Singhaniya

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"I don't care what world says, I just care whether you are mine or not."

~Iyla Ardhansh Singhaniya

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He removed his tie and tossed it onto the floor, then hastily grabbed a wine bottle from the shelves.

His brown eyes anxiously scanned the room, reminding him of someone dear to his heart, and he gulped down the drink, quenching his dry throat.

His features flexed elegantly in the dim light, with curly brown hair falling over his forehead. His well-sculpted jawline was adorned with a neatly trimmed beard, and his venomous brown eyes held the tiniest amount of water droplets, revealing the misery he was going through.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead, and took a seat on the bar stool, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

He knew he needed drinks, or else the ache in his heart would kill him, continuously reminding him of her.

She didn't give a fuck about his feelings; it was always him risking everything for her, but she didn't care about anything.

He grabbed another bottle and drank until he felt the pang in his heart reduce at least a percent.

Getting up, he strolled towards the bed, opening his shirt buttons and lying on his stomach, feeling the soft mattress pressed under his weight.

His eyes stared at the dimly lit lamp, and tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking them wet.

"Sir!! Dinner?" An elderly lady called from outside the room, interrupting his thoughts and burning his head with rage. He irritatedly rolled his eyes at the interruption.

"I don't have an appetite, Alicia!" He shouted, pulling the pillow over his ear, but the sound of the door opening made him even angrier.

"Get the hell out of here! Seems like you don't love your job," he yelled in extreme anger, but the scent of lilies told him who was there, and he clenched the bedsheet, suppressing his anger in his heart.

She sighed, looking at the vacant wine bottles lying on the floor, and placed the food on the bedside table.

Silently, she took a seat beside him and pressed her lips against his back, kissing it softly, before lovingly caressing the spot with tears in her eyes.

"I am so sorry. Please don't take out your anger on the meal. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday," she pleaded softly.

He angrily pushed her hand away and said in a stern voice, "Out!"

"At least eat your dinner."

"Shut the fuck up and leave, Iyla."

She stubbornly lay beside him and hugged him tightly. "Why don't you understand me? We can't be together-"

Her words died when he harshly pulled her under him and crushed her lips under his, tightly holding her wrist in his one hand. while his other hand shamelessely traveled downward, and he pulled her shorts down, including her panties, causing her to gasp loudly.

"Please not now, let's talk..."

"What!!! That you want to ditch me after finishing your purpose," He yelled opening his pant zipper and positioning himself at her entrance.

"Aehraan, they..... are ..here," She struggled to say but he tightened his hold and pushed himself inside her in one go.

"Ahhhhhgggghhhhhh..." She moaned feeling her walls tightening around him while he hid his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent sharply.

He kept his palm on her mouth and thrusted at fast pace while she sighed hugging him tightly to her chest.

He had his first orgasm in half & hour until then she was devastated and thought he finished but he again flipped her and entered from backside.

After an hour she gathered her energy and said in tired voice

"You...will hurt me.. Aehraan."

He halted looking at her tattered state and pulled himself out lying beside her with heavy breaths and cursed himself for losing the control on his emotions.

She glanced at him and noticed tears in his eyes for the very first time. Regret surged through her heart, and she whispered, "I love you."

"Don't act. You don't know how to act; you just know how to trap and break hearts," he accused, his voice filled with pain and anger.

She chuckled and said with sarcasm, "So it means people are right. I'm just a nepotism kid who doesn't have any talent."

He rolled his eyes at her and ordered, "Get out, Iyla. I don't want any more drama in my life. You've created enough by pulling me into this shitty relationship."

She stared at him with so much pain and pleaded, "Why are you doing this? You aren't even talking to me. I can't tolerate seeing you walking away from me as if I don't even exist, just once try to understand me."

He chuckled and pulled her closer, holding her waist tightly so that her breasts collided with his hard chest, causing her to whimper slightly.

"Weren't you the one who said we should keep our distance? I'm just doing the same. I do remember those so-called daily soap dialogues of yours," he retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"We are siblings and all that blah blah... What's with your duality? When you willingly seduced me and parted your legs before me, did you forget who we were?" he snapped, his frustration evident in his tone.

She cupped his cheeks and said with tears, "Why do you always think I'm acting? I have emotions too. Can't I express them? You always blame me for everything."

He chuckled, shaking his head at her, and taunted, "Oh yes, your pain, your tears, your love, your emotions. And what about me? It's always about you, Iya, not me. I wonder if you truly love me or not."

She stared at him with disbelief and confessed, "I do love you more than myself, but we can't be together. I'm way happier to get back with Timothy-"

He gripped her jaw and stared at her with red eyes before stating with smile, "I dare you Miss Iyla Ardhansh Singhaniya, Go to that Dog and I swear, I will cut his balls and feed you in meal."

Tears spilled out of her eyes as his hold tightened. "You can't control me, Aehraan Singhaniya. Who the fuck are you to order me?" she cried out, her voice filled with defiance and pain.

A chuckle left his lips, and he whispered near her ear, "The one who fucked you like a whore. Do you need a proof?"

Her breath hitched, and she pushed him away, shouting at the top of her lungs, "What the fuck do you think of me? I don't roam around sleeping with everyone, and don't you dare call me a whore! I repeat it, Mr. Singhaniya!"

He stared at her naked frame from head to toe and took out a cigarette from his pocket. Calmly, he lit it with a smile and inhaled a strong whiff before taunting her.

"A girl sitting naked in her elder brother's bed, after getting roughly fucked by him can't be considered as dignified woman, right Miss Singhaniya?"

Her tears stained eyes snapped towards him with bewilderment and suddenly she felt ashamed, she pulled a duvet on her body and said with tears.

"I made the right decision. You're just the worst, Aehraan Singhaniya. You deserve that bitch. Go back to her and cheat around together. You'll make a perfect match. And please, for God's sake, stay away from my life and my boyfriend."

She spat out angrily, and he felt his nerves burning with anger. He bent down and pulled her closer by her hair.

"Boyfriend, huh? He's nothing more than a dog, did you hear his name Timothy it sounds as a name of domestic animal. And about staying away from your life, I myself don't want to stay with a whore who doesn't have enough guts to speak about her love life," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

"Don't be racist now?" She screamed and he chuckled, "Racist? I can be much More, sure you don't want to try me."

Tears rolled down her eyes as she yelled, "Dad... will kill you, goddamn it! Are you insane or what? Don't you know him, Aehraan?"

He chuckled and spitted, "The fuck is wrong with you, If I was scared of Ardhansh Singhaniya I wouldn't have been here fucking his oh so precious daughter mercilessly nor you would have been lying naked in my bed."

"You are hurting me, Aehraan," She spoke with difficulty and he left her jaw with jerk staring intentionally at her tears stained face.

Their breathing sounds echoed in the air, interrupted by the notification sound of her phone.

She reached out for her phone with her numb hand and checked the message, only to freeze in her place as sweat beads dropped down her forehead.

She lifted her teary eyes to see him staring at her with anger and whispered with dread, "I... I am pregnant."

The reaction she expected from him wasn't there, not even anger. Instead, there was blankness before he calmly asked, "When did you check?"

"Two days ago."

"If it's mine ...Abort it."

"What!!! I am not slut to allow everyone on my bed, How could you even doubt that it's not yours" She shouted at him with disgust but he calmly stated walking towards Bar.

"Damn!! don't be a feminist now, And What's wrong in it, weren't you going to end this relationship after this night, so Abort it."

"What the fuck is wrong with you??? It's our baby Aehraan."

"Please don't do Melodrama now, You are fucking coward slut, first you parted your legs before me and now you want to end this relationship because of your so called ethics, so I don't give damn, Go to HELL."

She strode towards him, not caring about her state, and slapped him hard before shouting with tears, "Fine, I will abort this baby, but you will regret Mark my words."

She wore her clothes and walked out leaving him in shattered state with perplexed mind.