"If Mishti's brother dares to return, if he thinks he can take her from me... I'll destroy him. I'll annihilate anyone who tries to rip her from my arms."
"Come on Sultan, atleast try to sound a bit mature if you don't act one,"Zubair's face paled. "If you do this it would be a great injustice to her.What about her happiness?How will she react if she watches her husband killing her brother?"
Sultan's laughter sent chills down Mishti's spine.
"Happiness? Her happiness is mine to dictate. And I'll make sure she never knows a moment's joy without me."
His eyes burned with an unholy fire."I'll own her, body and soul. I'll consume her, every breath, every heartbeat."
"Sultan, stop. You're scaring me."
"You should be scared, Zubair. You should be terrified. Because if anyone tries to take Mishti from me... I'll unleash hell."
Zubair sighed, shaking his head. He turned to leave, but halted, worry etched on his face.
"Sultan, come quickly!" He urged, gesturing frantically. "Something's wrong."
Sultan's stoic expression didn't waver as he walked towards Zubair.His gaze fell upon the tiffin, its contents scattered across the floor.
A faint scent of spices wafted through the air.
His eyes narrowed, reading the situation.Then, realization dawned.His eyes widened, and he gruffed, holding his forehead.
"No...no...no!" He screamed, his voice echoing through the corridors."Guards!" he bellowed, his fury unleashing.
Meanwhile, Mishti was running, her chest heaving with sobs.Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision.As guards surrounded her, she gasped.
Their cruel faces and towering physiques terrified her.
"Let me go!" she screamed, struggling against their grip.
"Be careful, if she gets a tiny scratch on her body...I'll feed all of you to the hounds," he warned.
Sultan's voice came from behind, icy and menacing.Mishti paled, seeing him approach.
"Please, let me go!" she begged.
One guard whispered, "Please, mistress, calm down...otherwise, we'll lose our lives."
Sultan arrived, his face unyielding.He hoisted Mishti onto his shoulder.He carried her to his relaxation chamber.Her struggles were futile against Sultan's iron grip.
As they entered the chamber, his voice softened.
"Welcome home, my love."
The room enveloped her in opulence.Soft cushions, velvet curtains, and the scent of incense.But she saw only prison bars.Her screams echoed through the chamber, shaking the velvet curtains.
"What do you know about my family?" she demanded, her voice cracking."My birth secret?" she pressed." Were you responsible for their death?" she accused, her words slicing through the air.
His expression remained calm, but his eyes flashed with warning, like a storm brewing beneath the surface."Sssshhhhhh," he urged, his voice low and soothing.
She slapped him hard, her palm printing red on his cheek, the sound echoing through the room.His eyes blazed, his jaw clenched, his face inches from hers.He grasped her waist, pulling her close, his fingers digging into her skin.His lips claimed hers, silencing her screams, his kiss hungry and possessive. She struggled,but his arms wrapped around her like shackles.
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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...
