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Zubair watched as Sultan stormed into the office, closely followed by him.
"That officer is really clingy, Sultan. He even tried bribing our men to make them spill out truths," Zubair remarked.
"That officer is going to be a dead meat," Sultan replied stoically, concealing his frustration as his gaze remained fixated on the wall.
He began taking off his watch and coat, prompting Zubair to inquire, "What are you doing?"
"Heading for the training room?" Sultan responded.
His reply convinced Zubair that something had triggered Sultan. He would only go to the training room when he wanted to release some emotional tension by catharsis.
Raising an eyebrow, Zubair cautiously asked, "Now what happened?"
Sultan stormed off to the training room. He made a man stand with an apple on his head while pointing a gun at him. The man trembled vulnerably as Sultan took aim.
"That officer is my wife's ex-lover. High school sweetheart," Sultan declared.
Sultan squeezed the trigger, and the apple shattered into pieces.
The man was almost about to faint. Zubair signaled for him to leave as he hurriedly departed from the scene.
"Vishal Khargay? Her past boyfriend?" Seeing Sultan seething in anger, he tried to calm the situation, "It was a past fling. You are her present."
"She still harbors feelings for him," Sultan dismissed him. "She cried for him before me. She told me how important Vishal was in her life to love her at a point when everyone discarded her."
"I see nothing wrong with that. We don't tend to forget people who remain with us during our most difficult moments in life. That doesn't necessarily mean Mishti still loves him. Those tears might have been out of gratitude, not love," Zubair reasoned.
"People usually don't forget their first love," Sultan countered.
"Sultan, if first love was that significant, people would never fall for the second," Zubair reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Sultan shrugged it off as he continued, "She cannot forget him because he was a better man in her life. He is superior to me in every aspect, and I know what he is capable of. The more I try not to be rough on her, the more my insecurities drive me mad."
"Wait," Zubair paused, reflecting on his words. "Did you do something to her out of sheer jealousy?"
"I cannot do that," Sultan hissed. "Even today I was on the verge of killing that man but I stopped for her sake. But I can't promise the same when she isn't around."
"You do whatever you want with anyone but when it comes to Bhabhi," Zubair's face lashed with concern. "Remember that there is your part growing inside her. Don't let your insecurities define your future. She is already yours in a way."
Sultan reminisced the words as he returned to his house.
There were piles and piles of work for him to do.
His legs striding in his house as he sights his little nephew playing with his cars.
"Chachu...!" Abid greets him with a face full of chocolate as he showed him the Dairy Milk.
Sultan patted him, "You didn't make your Chachi too tired today?" When he returned, he cautiously stepped into his room not wanting to scare Mishti.
A light chuckle escaped his mouth when he saw her leaning on the couch, asleep.
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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...
