Desi Dark Romance Book💄
《Abhimaan Singh Rathore ♡ Shanvi Sinha》
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He loved her but she never loved him .Was it all facade?
ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE (24)
𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄�...
Ittu sa toh dil hai mera mat toda kero yun baar baar , VOTE krke khush ker diya na kero mere yaar :) <3
PRESENT :
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Upon my arrival, I noticed the chains scattered on the floor, the very ones I had used to secure her. There was also a hint of blood stains on the floor.
I searched the room but couldn't find her.
My mind began to conjure up various possibilities of what could have transpired.
Could Vansh have kidnapped her?
Or perhaps someone else had tried to harm her?
Regardless, my main concern was her safety.
I called out her name, "Anviii... Anviiiii," but received no response.
Just as I was starting to worry, the sound of the washroom door clicking caught my attention, and there she stood, freshly showered.
A wave of relief washed over me, but I couldn't help but wonder how she managed to escape from the bed.
Wasn't she supposed to be angry?
Now, she stood in front of me wearing her bathrobe, her hair still wet, droplets of perspiration shining on her forehead, and her lips resembling a sweet treat.
Her bosoms appeared firm, tempting me to touch and taste them, especially in this moment.
I could catch a glimpse of her unclothed figure beneath the soft bathrobe, and her legs were visible, emanating an enticing fragrance.
The desire to savor her delicate flesh down there, right now and right here between those beautiful thighs was overpowering and diverting my attention.
As she approached me, she noticed my anger and confusion. With her arms crossed around my neck, she inquired,
"What's wrong, Mr. Rathore? Why do you look so surprised?"
As she spoke, her voice was soft and melodic, sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run my hands over her smooth skin, to taste her lips and feel her body pressed against mine.
The intensity of her presence was so overwhelming that I could feel my heart racing and my palms sweating, making it impossible to focus on anything else but her.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body as she leaned in, her breath hot against my neck.
Her boldness was intoxicating, and I found myself unable to resist her magnetic pull.
Despite my attempts to resist, I was drawn in by her audacious and unique behavior.
As she pressed her bosom against my chest, I could feel my heart racing and my senses heightened.
