"Vani Rathore," he began, his voice deep and commanding, Henry leaned back on his chair, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "From the moment I saw her, I knew she had to be mine. It's not just a desire; it's a need, an insatiable hunger. She stir...
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(Henry's outfit)
*Henry was sitting on the desk, his legs spread open as he leaned against the seat, he was smoking silently while he waited for vani*
Henry looked up from the watch on his wrist, a small smirk formed on his face when he saw vani finally arrive.
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(Vani's outfit)
Henry: "Fashionably late vani? I'm not surprised, you women take forever to get ready"
Vani: " I'm sorry sir"
Henry smirked and sat back to his seat.
As the private jet soared high above the clouds, Vani sat in her plush leather seat, staring out at the endless expanse of sky. The rhythmic hum of the engines should have been soothing, but her mind was anything but calm. She couldn't stop thinking about the last kiss with Henry—a kiss she regretted yet couldn't forget.
Henry, seated across from her, had been watching her closely. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she tried to mask her emotions but failed. It amused him, how she struggled against what was so obviously inevitable. But it also fueled his own desire—his need to claim her, to make her admit what they both knew.
