"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't...
Hey, loves - Just a gentle heads-up before diving in 💌
You'll notice a shift in Sultan's character in this chapter. 🖤 He's still possessive, dark, and dangerous - because duh, it's Sultan - but I've brought him back in line with how he was originally: intense, emotionally obsessed, but consensual and careful with Mishti in his own, twisted way.
His darkness doesn't cancel out her agency. Their fire just burns cleaner now - still deadly, still consuming, but layered with restraint.
Enjoy the chapter - and welcome to a more controlled kind of chaos. 🔥
- 𝓡𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 🖤
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Mishti showed up to work at the Khan mansion that morning with her hair in a loose braid, her cheeks still a little pink from rushing across the street, and a mental list of all the things she was going to not think about today.
Namely: Sultan Emad Khan.
Which was hard. Because he was everywhere.
But today-she was here to help. Aaliyah bhabhi had asked her to assist in the kitchen, and Mishti liked doing that. Chopping, stirring, humming little songs under her breath-it calmed her.
She greeted the house staff with a smile, slipped off her sandals at the kitchen door, and tied on an apron. Aaliyah bhabhi was struggling to roll out the rotis, laughing at herself.
> "I swear, they're turning into maps of uganda."
Mishti giggled and gently took over, showing her how to roll in one direction and then turn the dough slowly.
> "See? It's all in the wrists. You have to be soft but stubborn."
Aaliyah couldn't stop praising her. Even the cook peeked over her shoulder, a little impressed and a little envious.
Then, of course, came the taunt.
"Wow..Did she bribe all of you, or are we just lowering our standards now?"
Sultan. Wearing grey. Looking like trouble wrapped in smug.
Mishti didn't even turn around. "You're welcome to try it, sir. Unless you're scared of something that didn't come with a kill order."
Sadafa, who'd been watching with popcorn-level enthusiasm, suddenly crossed her arms and stepped forward.
"You can't just keep mocking her. She's better than you at this, and you're mad about it."
He gave her a dry look.
"Better? In the kitchen? That's not even a competition."
