"Nandini belongs to me. She belongs to Lucifer," Manik whispered, taking a sip of his beer.
"She will never be yours, Manik. You killed her fiancé," Cabir shouted, his voice filled with anger.
Manik pulled out a gun from his pocket, pointing it at C...
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"Mon ange, give me a chance to prove my love for you," Manik said earnestly. He cupped Nandani's face gently.
Nandani nodded. Manik was overjoyed. His happiness knew no bounds. "I promise, my love. I will always keep you happy. Lucifer will change himself for his beloved angel. You will not regret choosing me," he rasped. Soon, their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Manik gently sucked her lips. His fingertips traced delicate circles upon her bare back, causing a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body. As Manik's lips trailed down to her neck, Nandani moaned. "Manik, please..."
"Je t'aime, mon ange," he murmured against the soft nape of her neck. "Je t'aime aussi," she whispered back.
"Sir," a loud knock on the door startled Manik out of his reverie. He turned to look around only to realise that he was alone in the bar.
"Damn, Nandani. You're driving me crazy," he grumbled softly to himself. "One day, you'll be the death of me."
Another knock echoed through the room. Manik kept his emotions hidden behind a cold grimace.
"Come in."
A woman in her late twenties entered the bar gracefully, swaying her hips with each step. Clad in a seductive thong and a vibrant red-laced bra, her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Intricate tattoos and captivating piercings adorned her body.
"Yes," Manik replied, carefully plopping the ice cubes into the empty glass. As he reached for the beer bottle, the blond-haired woman gripped his hand gently but firmly.
"Sir, let me help you," she said, her voice as smooth as velvet, as she whispered in his ear.
She took bold sips straight from the bottle and began to drink the whisky. With a seductive smile, she poured a small amount onto her breast, the amber liquid gleaming in the soft light of the chandelier. Then she sensually placed an ice cube between her lips, enjoying the cool sensation. A low moan escaped her lips as she whispered, "Do you want some?"
In the past, these very things would arouse Manik's desire. He was an absolute beast when it came to fucking her whores. However, he left today without even looking at her.
Abhimanyu, his voice filled with disbelief, inquired, "Did you not fuck her? Isn't Alya one of your most favourite whores?"
Manik's voice grew agitated as he asked, "Did you send her to the bar?"
Abhimanyu gave a nod. "You have been troubled for the past week. I thought fucking one of your whores would help you relax and find some solace."
"Shut the hell up, Abhi!" Manik yelled in fury. "You can fuck as many chicks as you want, but never send them my way again. Are you listening?"
"Damn, what's wrong with you lately, boss?" Adam asked, bewildered. "Did you not enjoy fucking those women?"
"Sure, I enjoyed the hell out of it. However, things have changed now," Manik confessed as he made his way towards the dimly lit bedroom.
