"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...
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Mishti and Sultan spent a serene afternoon together, watching their baby girl Gulbahar sleep peacefully in her cradle. Her fingers moved deftly, stitching intricate patterns onto the embroidery hoop, while Sultan pored over documents, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"I think Dua would be perfect as Gulbahar's nanny," she suggested, not looking up from her work. "She's kind and experienced and loyal."
His gaze lifted, his eyes meeting hers. For a fleeting moment, they shared a connection that went beyond the conversation.
"I considered it," he replied, his voice measured, "but Dua has her own infant to care for. It wouldn't be fair to burden her."
Mishti's eyes locked onto Sultan's, and she felt that familiar flutter in her chest.
She set aside her embroidery and rose, tiptoeing to him. Her hand rested on his chest, feeling the warmth beneath. Sultan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.
But in an instant, his expression changed. He stood up, his movements abrupt, and stepped away.
"I have pressing matters to attend to," he said, his tone detached. "Excuse me."
Her face fell, her feelings bruised. She wondered if she had imagined the spark between them.
Later, strolling through the house ,Mishti encountered Sultan with a foreign woman. The stranger's forward demeanor and laughter unsettled her.
"Who is she?" Mishti asked a maid, trying to keep her unease in check.
"Master's business associate from Europe," the nurse replied. "Here to discuss trade agreements."
Her insecurities simmered, her thoughts racing.
Why was Sultan smiling at this woman?
His oice broke the silence, "Mishti, I'd like you to meet Ms. Sophia Patel, our new trade partner from Europe."
She turned, her eyes widening as she took in Sophia's striking features. The woman resembled a barbie doll, with porcelain skin, platinum hair, and piercing blue eyes.
Sophia's smile gleamed, "Enchanted, Mishti. Sultan's told me so much about you."
Mishti's cheeks flushed as she exchanged pleasantries, her mind racing.
Why did Sultan need to partner with someone so... stunning?
Just then, dark clouds gathered outside, and rain began pouring down.
"Perfect timing," he said, glancing out the window. "Sophia, I'll drive you back to your residence."
Mishti watched, feeling a pang of unease, as Sultan ushered Sophia toward the door.
