Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (continued)

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"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"
 
Dara's voice was a roar that echoed off the concrete walls, making the men flinch. He strode into the shed, his eyes blazing, his body trembling with barely contained violence. He stopped in front of Singh, who had positioned himself between Dara and the mattress, his hands raised in a placating gesture.
 
"Listen to me, Dara. This—"
 
"MOVE."
 
Singh didn't move. "Dara, I know this looks bad. But I can explain."
 
Dara's fist connected with Singh's jaw before anyone could react.
 
The colonel staggered backward, his hand flying to his face, blood already seeping through his fingers. He had been a soldier—he knew how to take a punch. But he hadn't expected one from this thin, wiry Gurkha who barely came up to his shoulder.
 
"YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK MY WIFE AND EXPLAIN IT?" Dara advanced on him, his fists raised. "YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU'RE A COLONEL, BECAUSE YOU HAVE POWER, BECAUSE YOU'RE RICH—"
 
"Dara!" Menaka's voice cut through the chaos. "Stop!"
 
He froze. Turned to look at her.
 
She was standing now, the sheet wrapped around her body like a toga, her face still streaked with cum, her eyes blazing with something that might have been anger or might have been defiance.
 
And the men—the six men who had been fucking her just moments ago—watched in stunned silence.
 
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Dara turned to face the RWA members. His eyes were cold, hard, and his voice was flat steel.
 
"Get out."
 
Sharma took a step forward, his hands raised. "Dara ji, please, let's talk about this—"
 
"I said GET OUT." Dara's voice was a low growl, more terrifying than his earlier roar. "All of you. Before I do something we'll all regret."
 
Singh, clutching his jaw, straightened himself with as much dignity as he could muster. "Dara, I understand you're upset—"
 
"Upset?" Dara laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "You fucked my wife. All of you. You used her like a common whore while I was working the gate. And you expect me to be just 'upset'?"
 
"We didn't force her," Singh said, his voice steady despite the situation. "She came willingly. She wanted this."
 
Dara's face contorted. "Get. Out. Now."
 
Singh held his gaze for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Fine. This isn't over, Dara. But fine."
 
He walked to the door, his back straight despite the blood on his face. Sharma followed, then Mehta, then Gupta. Karthik paused at the doorway, his expression unreadable.
 
"You know, Dara," Karthik said quietly, "if you really didn't want this, you would have called the security officer. You would have raised hell. But you didn't. You came here alone. You didn't even try to stop it—you just stood there and watched. That tells me something."
 
Dara didn't respond. His face was a mask of stone.
 
Karthik shrugged and walked out into the darkness.
 
Joshi hesitated, his eyes darting from Dara to Menaka. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean—"
 
"Go." Dara's voice was tired now. "Just go."
 
Joshi fled.
 
Bikram, still standing by the door, looked uncertainly at Dara. "Dara ji, should I—"
 
"You too, Bikram." Dara's voice was hollow. "Go back to your post. I'll... I'll handle this."
 
Bikram nodded quickly and disappeared, pulling the heavy metal door closed behind him.
 
The lock clicked into place.
 
And then they were alone.