Vishal returned home after a long day at work, completely drained. He locked the door behind him and quietly made his way to a secret chamber in his house. Upon entering, he found Mishti sitting there, looking scared.
"Mishti?" He called out softly.
Her frightened gaze met his as she whispered, "Vishal..."
Approaching her gently, he asked, "Have you eaten? I left some food for you."
"Yeah," she replied, pointing at the empty food tray.
He sighed, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "He's going crazy over you."
Her eyes welled up with tears.
"Since you left, he's turned into a monster. He says things you wouldn't want to hear. He even threatened to break your legs so you can't escape when he finds you."
Shaken and terrified, she sobbed, "I don't want to be caught, Vishal. He'll kill me now."
"He might do something even worse," he admitted with concern.
She curled up, realizing the urgency to flee. "We can't hide you here much longer. You'll be giving birth soon, but Sultan has eyes on every hospital. Your face is plastered all over town. People will be looking for you."
"What should I do?" She cried, dreading Sultan's wrath.
"I have a plan," Vishal interrupted. "I'll arrange for a doctor to help you deliver the baby here, in this secret chamber. Everything will be taken care of."
"But can we trust them?"
"Don't worry,the doctor is someone I know.She'll ensure your safety," he assured her.
"After the baby is born, we'll give you a disguise, cut your hair, and send you abroad under a new identity. My relative will protect you. Sultan won't be able to touch you again."
"You're risking so much for me. I don't know how to thank you. I...I should have done it sooner. But his love always overwhelmed me."
"It's okay, I'm just glad you trusted me," he replied. "We only need to endure a few more days before I'll safely get you out of the country."
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As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the deserted streets, Sultan's frustration boiled over. He kicked his car in a fit of anger, his eyes filled with determination tinged with desperation.
"How is this possible? How can I not find Mishti?" He muttered to himself, his voice edged with a mix of disbelief and helplessness. "I've done everything in my power, but she's vanished without a trace. Pregnant and with no financial support, how could she just slip away like this? I've plastered her posters everywhere. How is she still out of my reach?"
Baseer, observing his meltdown with a pang of sympathy, finally spoke up. "Boss, I might have an idea that could lead her straight to you," he ventured cautiously, knowing the risk of suggesting the unconventional to a man on the edge.
His eyes gleamed with a dark intensity as he turned to his trusted henchman. "Tell me, Baseer. I'll do whatever it takes. Just give me your plan"
"It's a bit unorthodox, boss. Are you ready for it?"he asked, his expression turning serious as he faced the desperate mafia leader who was willing to do anything to resolve the situation.
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Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
Romance"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...
