#1|𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧
In the labyrinth of shadows where the clandestine dance with fate, two souls emerge, each harboring secrets darker than the night that cloaks them. "Inamorata," the cutting-edge opus of intrigue and desire, weaves a tale...
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"Huh!" Shivaay looked wide-eyed towards Chakrapani—not knowing about their arrival at Sunhara Mahal. Shivaay nodded his head in agreement, trying to get out of the limo—suddenly, he felt a weight.
Her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen—the beauty that decorated her, but he knew what lay under her seductive face—a pain in the ass of a feisty annoying tigress, ready to pounce on his ego—there is nothing but anger that he feels when her eyes are open.
Suppressing his thoughts, he sighed roughly, pulling his hand out of her soft one and jolting Aadhisha awake. She rubbed her eyes cutely , a pout forming on her lips, bangles jingling, and messy hair falling into her face.
Aadhisha tried to comprehend the surroundings that she was in—Raizada's limo; ugh, she groaned, not wanting to look at the annoying dick as soon as she woke up because she knew if anybody wanted to ruin their mood—look at Mr. Shivaayieee.
She closed her eyes with one hand, feeling her surroundings with the other—to Shivaay, she looked like a courage the cowrdy dog cartoon character—the only thing missing was Cowrdy. She was doing this deliberately to avoid the person beside her.
Shivaay was bewildered, looking at her with a shocked face. Has she gone mad? Was all he could think as she explored her way, stumbling and falling her ass directly on his dick—yes, now she was regretting the deed she did.
They were both still, not moving an inch—his dick twitching twice a second, which really was very present by making Aadhisha feel jittery. She felt his penis poking exactly into the gap between her thighs and cunt, making it hard—her hot as fuck.
"What the fuck were you thinking before behaving like a lunatic?!" Shivaay yelled, trying to focus on other matters—Chakrapani? Chakrapani has left to get a red carpet, thinking that his mahir-sa would like it. Poor him; he missed the best scene of his life.
"Just shut up and move your dick away!"
Aadhisha was yelling, not wanting to exist at all; if someone gave her even a little water or hole, she would happily die, utilizing them to the best, but she just didn't want to face the situation she got herself into.
"What did you just—wait, you—come here!"
Shivaay scoffed, pulling her into him with a crashing force where their breaths and chests collided, his grip on her waist tight—marks would be invisible under that pressure.
"Since you sat on my junior without my permission, now you will leave his car with my permission!" Shivaay drawled out his breath lazily on her face while she looked at him with those same intense eyes.
"No way in hell—" the limo's door closed in the lightening speed of Shivaay's command. Obviously, he was the king of the netherworld; he had all kinds of powers; he was the combined embodiment of all the seven sins present—his weakness being immense lust.
