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Sultan's POV
As Mrs. Kumar asked the question, her eyes darted to me, seeking guidance. Before she could respond, I claimed her as mine, my deep voice filling the room.
"She's my wife. We recently got married."
Mishti's gaze snapped to mine, shock and indignation etched on her face. Her porcelain skin flushed, and her full lips parted in protest. I savored her reaction, my smirk growing.
Her silent gestures asked what I was doing, but I just arched an eyebrow, enjoying her distress. The meeting concluded, and as we stepped out, her composure shattered.
"What did you just say? Why did you tell her that?" she demanded, her voice low and urgent, her words tumbling out like a runaway river.
I chuckled, my eyes glinting with mischief. "It was fun."
Her face darkened, and for a moment, I saw a spark of defiance.
"It's not fun. If rumors spread, my future will be in danger," she warned, her voice laced with desperation.
My expression shifted, my jaw clenching. "If something like this happens, I'll marry you."
Her gasp was music to my ears. My words hung in the air, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.
"How can you...?" she began, her voice trembling.
My eyes dared her to continue, to cross the line.
"Go on," I whispered, my voice low and husky.
Her eyes locked onto mine, fear and defiance warring within.
"Becoming your wife is a death sentence," she whispered.
My face darkened, anger igniting.
"A death sentence?" I repeated.
I stepped closer, my face inches from hers.
"You should choose your words wisely, Mishti. You're playing with fire."
Her trembling lips parted, but no words escaped.
"You think being my wife is a death sentence?" I whispered.
My voice dropped to a menacing whisper.
"Perhaps it is. But you'll soon learn that being mine comes with consequences."
My eyes blazed with vengeance.
"You'll pay for those words. Every single one."
Her eyes widened, fear flashing within.
I smiled, a cold, calculated smile.
"You'll soon realize that being mine is worse than death itself. And I tell you,when I get the chance,you will understand what I am."
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Mishti's POV
I bid farewell to Aaliyah Bhabijaan, thanking her for the opportunity to care for Abid. As I left, Sultan's words echoed in my mind: "I'll marry you." The memory sent a shiver down my spine.
As I walked out, the evening breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, but my heart was heavy. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd overstepped, judging him harshly. He'd been kind, offering me a job.
Determined to apologize tomorrow, I headed home. But chaos greeted me. My stepmother's frantic screams pierced the air.
"Your father's sick! He's been rushed to the hospital!"
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Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
Lãng mạn"Don't be so rough," she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sultan's tongue plunged into her folds, savagely tasting her innocence. She cried out, her body writhing beneath him. His fingers joined the assault, mercilessly fucking her tight ent...
