Rahul certainly wasn't about to refuse an offer like that!
He believed that any man with a functioning pulse wouldn't walk away from such a scenario. However, if they thought they could tie him down permanently, that was a different story.
He was exactly one Charm Point away from being able to afford the Master-Level Combat Skills. If he could secure that upgrade before flying back to Mumbai, he would finally feel a true sense of security. He had no idea if this "Succubus Attribute" would remain active once he returned home, or if it only worked in specific geographic "Karma zones."
If the effect faded once he left, he'd have to finish his Bangladeshi vlogs and move on to the next country immediately to keep the momentum going. He hadn't decided on a specific destination yet, but one thing was certain: having a reliable means of self-defense meant he wouldn't have to panic, no matter where in the world he landed.
Rahul stood up from the plush sofa and looked at the sisters with a serious expression.
"I hear what you're saying, and I'm more than happy to stay here with you both."
"But I need you to understand—you can't use this as a way to cage me. I'm a creator. I need to be out on the streets, filming my footage and exploring."
Hearing that Rahul was on board, Anisha and Anika practically jumped for joy.
"Rahul, don't worry! We would never try to tie you down!"
"We just want to spend these next few weeks with you! We want to make them wonderful!"
The twins were beyond ecstatic. Getting his approval meant they could finally interact with him in their most authentic, uninhibited state without a cloud of guilt hanging over the penthouse. Their biggest fear had been that Rahul would feel burdened by the "tradition."
Caught up in the moment, both sisters pounced on Rahul simultaneously, wrapping their arms around him in a tight, collective hug.
If Kabir could see this scene through a hidden camera, he'd probably be banging his head against a wall in envy. But with Kabir's average looks, he'd likely have to spend a small fortune in a high-end club to even get close to this kind of "twin-power" happiness.
While Rahul kept his face composed, his heart was drumming a frantic rhythm. Let's be real—a pair of gorgeous, successful twins who didn't want a ring, didn't want a commitment, and only wanted to shower him with affection was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle!
At this moment, both sisters were pressed firmly against him. They were still in their thin, silk camisoles from the morning, and at such close proximity, Rahul could feel every curve. His breathing hitched.
Who could actually withstand this?
His thoughts began to wander into dangerous territory. What if we all... Just as his imagination took flight, the sisters pulled back, breaking the contact.
Rahul felt a sudden, sharp wave of regret as the warmth vanished. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his professional composure.
Anisha looked at him, her eyes bright and full of energy. "Rahul, we're going to go out with you today. We'll be your guides so you can get the best footage for your vlog."
"Is there anywhere specific you want to go?"
Rahul thought for a moment. He knew that with the twins flanking him, the "Karma" wouldn't deliver any new girls. Since he couldn't farm points today, he decided to focus purely on content to maximize his YouTube watch time.
"I want to hit the streets and film some of that famous traditional Bangladeshi street food," Rahul decided.
Anisha immediately looked concerned. "Rahul, street food hygiene here can be... questionable. I really wouldn't suggest you actually eat anything from the stalls."
"I'll be careful. I might not even taste it; I just want to capture the chaotic energy of the food stalls for the video."
Seeing his persistence, Anisha stopped arguing and pulled Anika into their room to change.
Rahul went to his guest room, grabbed his 80% charged DJI camera and a heavy power bank, and returned to the living room. He sat on the sofa, waiting.
Women, it seemed, were the same in every country. It was a long process of makeup, hair, and debating between outfits. Rahul waited for nearly an hour before the twins finally emerged.
Since they were heading to the grit of the city streets, they had both opted for casual trousers, sneakers, and long-sleeved sun-protection tops.
"Rahul, don't think we're being lazy with our fashion," Anika said, doing a quick pirouette.
"The men in the crowded districts... they stare. It can be very intimidating. We wrap ourselves up like this to avoid the 'searchlight' eyes."
"But don't worry—when we get home tonight, we'll wear the beautiful clothes we bought just for you."
Rahul understood perfectly. He had already experienced those intense, unblinking stares from the local men. They didn't just stare at women; they stared at anyone with fair skin or a distinct look. It was a cultural trait Dhaka shared with its neighbor, India.
"It's fine. We'll stay in the busy areas," Rahul said, grabbing his gear. "Just show me the most iconic spots."
The sisters each took one of Rahul's arms, and they headed out. Due to the legendary Dhaka traffic, they chose to take an Uber rather than a rickshaw.
When they arrived at the city's most famous snack street, Rahul felt like a celebrity arriving at a premiere. Every vendor and passerby froze to look at him. But because he was flanked by the stunning twins, no new girls dared to approach.
The crowd contented themselves with taking "paparazzi" shots from a distance. Rahul ignored them, focusing his lens on the sizzling vats of oil and the colorful, chaotic food displays.
However, looking at the hygiene conditions—which were every bit as "worrisome" as a Mumbai roadside stall—Rahul, who had initially planned to do a 'tasting' segment, lost his nerve. He was certain that if he ate even a bite of the 'Jet Fuel' curry, he'd be spending the rest of the night as a "Jet Warrior" in the bathroom.
He truly gained a newfound respect for those travel vloggers who could eat through South Asia with iron stomachs.
After an hour of filming, they headed to a high-end mall for a safe, sanitized dinner. Rahul didn't have much of an appetite after seeing the street stalls, so they ate quickly and returned to the penthouse.
Anika immediately dimmed the lights to that familiar, ambiguous amber tone and started a slow-burn playlist. The sisters exchanged a look of pure anticipation.
"Ugh, I feel like I smell like exhaust fumes. I'm going to shower first!" Anisha announced.
"Me too! I feel gross!" Anika followed.
They left Rahul standing alone in the living room, looking bewildered.
Rahul caught a whiff of his own shirt; he did smell a bit like street-side smoke. He walked into the guest bathroom and turned on the hot water.
As the steam filled the room, Rahul couldn't help but think about Anika's promise from earlier. 'We'll wear the beautiful clothes for you tonight.'
His heart began to beat a little faster. He couldn't wait to see what they had in mind.
Expert Guide Follow-up:
Rahul is expecting a private "fashion show" from the twins. As he steps out of the shower, which sister should be waiting to surprise him first? Or should he discover something "left behind" in his room to set the mood?