This chapter has coercive sex. Read at your own risk.
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Sultan sat pondering over the documents spread out before him on his sleek mahogany desk.
The weight of impending decisions lingered heavily in the air as he meticulously reviewed each page.
Despite the urgency of the upcoming meeting, his thoughts were divided, torn between his duties as a leader and his responsibilities as a husband.
As he glanced at the clock ticking away on the wall, Sultan's heart skipped a beat.
He knew that Mishti, needed him more than ever at this crucial time.
Without hesitation, he instructed Zubair, that the meeting would now take place at his mansion office, a decision that surprised him.
Zubair, unable to contain his astonishment, blurted out, "You are such a simp!"
Sultan raised an eyebrow at the unexpected comment, his expression devoid of emotion as he calmly responded, "My duties as a husband and a leader are equally important. Mishti needs me now, and I must be there for her."
As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape, Sultan sat regally in his ornate office, surrounded by his loyal henchmen.
Baseer stood by his side as they discussed the intricacies of their illicit operations.
Sultan had summoned his most trusted lieutenants and associates to a clandestine meeting within the walls of his imposing residence. As the clock struck midnight, the attendees arrived one by one, their footsteps echoing through the halls of The Sultan's domain.
Seated at the head of the long oak table in the dimly lit meeting room, Sultan gave an aura of authority that commanded respect and fear in equal measure.
His piercing gaze swept across the room, taking in the faces of those gathered, each one a player in the dangerous game of power and loyalty.
With a voice like thunder, Sultan addressed the assembly, his words measured and deliberate.
"It seems our enemies tried to encroach upon our latest shipment from Mexico," Sultan began, his voice smooth and commanding. "But they failed to realize that I anticipated their move. That ship was laden with bombs instead of gold biscuits, a gift for those foolish enough to cross us."
Baseer nodded in approval, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Perhaps it's time we consider using underwater submarines for our shipments. They offer a level of security that ships cannot match."
Sultan inclined his head in agreement, recognizing his suggestion. "Indeed, we must adapt to stay ahead of our enemies. Efficiency and secrecy are paramount in our line of work."
But then, a shadow fell over the room as Sultan's expression hardened.
"There is a traitor among us," he declared, his voice ice-cold. "This traitor has dared to go against our principles and has started a vile prostitution ring. Find this traitor swiftly, and let justice be swift and brutal."
His henchmen exchanged grim looks, knowing the consequences of betrayal within their ranks.
Loyalty was not just a word in Sultan's empire; it was a code that one disregarded at their own peril.
As their meeting came to an end, Zubair stood up on his seat, his face breaking into a wide smile. "Guys, we shouldn't forget something special that is happening today. Today is our boss's birthday!"
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