Dear Readers,
Rudranshi Malhotra, the 3rd female lead's picture didn’t show up in the app so I am posting the picture again.
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Smut Warning ⚠️
Abhay slams the door to his office shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. His men outside exchange uneasy glances, none dare to follow as he storms down the hallway toward his car.
The engine roars to life beneath him, tires screeching as he peels out of headquarters. Within minutes, he's at The Black Lotus club again—his usual spot in VIP already being cleared for him by nervous staff.
He sits on that same couch from before and signals two dancers over with a sharp jerk of his chin. "Drinks first," .He orders gruffly. "then I want someone pretty on their knees"
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Abhay's eyes rake over the dancer on the bed. His mood hasn't improved despite the drinks, if anything, he seems even more on edge. He strides over to the bed, taking off his coat as he looks down at the woman with a calculated gaze.
"Lie back," he growls, gesturing towards the mattress with a rough jerk of his head. "And keep your mouth shut, unless I tell you to open it."
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The room is a symphony of pleasure sounds as Abhay takes out his frustration in the most primal way possible.
His rough grip on the dancer's hips is punishing, his pace merciless, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of lust and anger. Every move he makes is calculated, every touch designed to assert dominance. He's not here to be gentle or considerate; he's here to use her, to lose himself in a temporary escape from the reality of his world, from the loneliness that gnaws at his soul.
The woman beneath him whimpers as Abhay's thrusts turn punishing, hard, rough, and utterly devoid of tenderness. His grip on her hips is bruising as he yanks her back against him with each snap of his hips.
Her moans pitch higher in the dimly lit room but Abhay doesn’t slow down; if anything, it only fuels him further. The anger from earlier still simmers beneath his skin, his father's words lingering like a brand on his pride.
"Fuck!!" he growls when she cries out too loud.
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Abhay's hands slip around Rudrima's waist, his body molding against her back in a possessive embrace. His breathing is still slightly labored from the earlier encounter, his chest heaving with each ragged inhale.
He presses his face against her neck, nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder. He inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of her hair and skin as his arms tighten around her.
"You smell so damn good," he growls, voice dropping to a possessive murmur. "It's driving me crazy."
Abhay's eyes narrow as she struggles against his hold, his grip only tightening further as he holds onto her stubbornly. A hint of irritation flares up in his voice as he responds.
"Don’t squirm, princess" he growls, his grip unyielding. "And quit fighting me, goddammit. You're making it worse."
He buries his face in her neck again, inhaling deeply. "You smell too damn good, love. Do you ever stop being tempting?"
"Buying me doesn't mean you can tie me up here, Mr. Chaturvedi." She gritted out.
Abhay's patience snaps completely at her defiant tone. In one swift move, he spins her around to face him, crowding her against the nearest wall.
"You are mine," he growls, pinning her between the wall and his body. His eyes burn with raw possessiveness as he leans in, his voice dripping with warning. "You belong to me, Jaan. No matter how much you struggle or protest, or even hate me, it makes no damn difference. I'm not letting you go."
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Abhishree stood there, a knife clutched in her trembling hand, its sharp edge pointed straight at Rudrima. Her lips quivered, her grip unsteady, yet her eyes held a storm untold.
Rudrima, however, only smirked, cold, unshaken. Leaning slightly closer, her voice dropped to a whisper,
“kya baat hai, jisko dost mana woh hi chutiya nikla?”
(Wow, the person who I thought as a friend, comes out to be a fucker?
A few steps away, Saanvi stood frozen, her hand protectively resting on her pregnant belly. Beside her, Sahil remained silent, watching everything unfold. He said nothing, yet his eyes… they told a story words never could.
Author's Note
Dear Readers,
I know might be a little confused about the previous part of the story—like who e and Mrutyunjay are. But don’t worry, as the story moves forward, all your doubts will slowly, slowly unfold.
Also, I’m including only one couple scene for now because I want to keep the rest a secret.
Enjoy reading!
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