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Mishti looked fearfully at her husband, Sultan, as he snarled at her with a bestial rage.
His eyes were wild, his muscles bulging and sweaty, his hair a messy mane.
He had thrown her roughly on the bed, and tears of fear cascaded down her face as she trembled beneath his gaze.....
"How dare you leave me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "How can you just go and let me shatter?"
"Sultanji... I... I never wanted to run from you," she managed to say, her voice quavering. "I was manipulated by situations."
"What a creative excuse," he chuckled voraciously, his voice dripping with disdain and superiority. " You are not as clever as you think you are."
"Please try to believe me, Sultanji-" her plea was cut short as he shushed her, gesturing for her to be silent.
"Ssshhhhhhh.... What did I tell you about that? Call me master. Say it...." His tone was commanding as he snapped at her, causing her to gasp in fear.
"Master...." Mishti whispered, her heart heavy with insult and pain, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
Her gaze fell upon the gun tucked in his waist, and in a desperate move, she grasped it and pointed it at him.
"Don't... don't come near me, anymore."
"Anymore?" He laughed scornfully, his demeanor unfazed by her sudden display of defiance. "I am so scared, Mishti. Will you shoot me?"
"Ye..ah. I will," she quivered, her grip tightening around the gun.
She pleaded, "I don't want to shoot you... please. Understand my feelings. Vishal manipulated me."
Sultan scoffed, edging closer to her.
"I would have taken any excuse, Mishti. If you said you were scared, if you were bored of me, anything... but to think of marrying another man when I never annulled our marriage........?"
His eyes darkened with anger. "Only the thought of you planning to marry someone else after just a day of my absence disgusts me."
"I had no hard feelings for him," she cried, her hand trembling with the weight of the gun.
He smirked, his voice laced with bitterness.
"I would have never been offended if you wanted to marry after my death. But you fled from me and sought comfort in Vishal. You stayed there... I want to twist your neck."
As he approached her, Mishti yelled, "I will shoot, Sultanji..."
He chuckled, pointing the gun at his own head, challenging her.
"Shoot me, sweetheart. Show me the courage that remains in you before I decide to punish you."
She trembled as she felt his firm grip on her hand holding the gun, and her heart raced as she pulled the trigger.
But to her astonishment, nothing happened.
She stood there, bewildered by the gun's betrayal, while Sultan roared with laughter, relishing her shock.
His eyes narrowed as he taunted her, "Now, let me show you how to use this properly."
With trembling hands, she watched as he snatched the gun from her, deftly unlocking it and aiming straight at her.
As her world seemed to slip beneath her feet, she closed her eyes, bracing for the inevitable.
However, instead of the expected pain, the sound of shattering glass filled the room as the bullet struck a flower vase behind her.
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Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
عاطفية"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...
