The Rathore's And Their Wives(the Untold Tales Of Power And Passion

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Strip Mrs Rathore..

Anjali stood there,her eyes wide with shock.

"What the hell are you talking about Ranvijay?"

she stammered,her voice rising in disbelief.

He stepped closer,his expression hardening and spoke in a low and dangerous voice.

"I won't repeat my self anjali. Strip or else I'll tear that beautiful gown of yours, and you can spend your whole night in this washroom choice is yours"

Anjali heart raced.No I m not doing anything of that sort. The party is still going on and you know how the important this event is. What will everyone think if we disappear like this ranvijay?

Let's go back dadi sa will get angry..

She pleaded,her voice breaking

Ranvijay’s expression didn't change. His eyes bore into her as he replied.

"I don't fucking care about anyone I said strip I'll count to five. If you don’t then be ready for the punishment and I swear I'll make sure you will spend the whole night getting fucked by me"

He started counting,his voice echoing in the quite bathroom.."one...two..

Ranvijay please,anjali whispered tears welled up in her eyes. She felt trapped, caught between his unrelenting gaze and the walls of washroom.

"I know I shouldn't have danced with him. We can talk about it, but not like this"

Please let's go back to the party hall....

Ranvijay face remained stoic.

"Three..four"

Anjali’s tear flows freely now,streaming down her cheeks but his counting did not waver. "Five....

Ranvijay stepped forward, his grip gentle but firm as he wrapped an arm around her waist. With a swift motion, he lifted her onto the bathroom counter, the cool surface pressing against her thighs. He leaned in close, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the mix of fear and defiance in her eyes.

The washbasin stood behind her, gleaming under the bright lights. Ranvijay’s smirk grew wider as he placed his hands on either side of her, caging her in. “Now, what’s it going to be, Mrs. Rathore?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down her spine

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Ranvijay’s grip tightened on Anjali’s waist, and he leaned closer, his breath hot against her neck. Anjali’s body trembled as his hand continued to explore beneath her gown, each touch deliberate and slow, sending shivers coursing through her. She pressed her lips together, desperately trying to suppress any sound, her breaths ragged and uneven.

“Ran… Ranvijay, please stop,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t go back outside like this… please…” Her plea was met with a dark, knowing smile from Ranvijay.

“You should have thought of that before you decided to dance with someone else,”

Ranvijay murmured, his tone laced with both jealousy and a possessive edge. His fingers traced teasing lines along her skin, drawing out every ounce of tension and anticipation. The room seemed to close in around them, the distant sounds of the party fading into an unimportant blur.