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Ye Ratein Lambi Tu Karde,Chingari Rag-Rag Mein Bhar De,Sharmon Se Tu Sharmo Haya,

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Ye Ratein Lambi Tu Karde,
Chingari Rag-Rag Mein Bhar De,
Sharmon Se Tu Sharmo Haya,

Watching her graceful movements on the dance floor, I found myself at a loss for words

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Watching her graceful movements on the dance floor, I found myself at a loss for words. She exuded an alluring and passionate energy that captivated everyone around her. The sway of her hips perfectly complemented the rhythm of the music, and her form-fitting dress accentuated every curve, leaving me in awe of her undeniable allure.

Her perfect hourly glass curves and barely visible racy cleavage make my dick strain against my pants, she brushed her fingers through her hair as she moved her hips back and forth, I didn't want to wait too long as my dick wanted her attention as soon as possible and I moved towards her.

But before I could take another step the lights of the club started to fluctuate, it didn't last long just for a minute, just the same light came and made my eyes darken in wrath, a piece of shit touching what's mine to touch.

My pulse quickened in rage and the urge of killing him rushed inside my veins. The fury was so high that in a reflex action, my hand abruptly went back and gripped the gun before taking it out, my brain didn't work efficiently, and without thinking twice, I shot in the air.

Amaya stood completely still, her dark brown eyes locking with mine. I took a bold step closer to her, and as I gazed at her alluring expression, I sensed her breathing becoming facile. Halting directly in front of her, I turned my intense gaze toward the individual I was furious with.

I couldn't help myself from delivering a hard punch over his jaw which forced some of his molars to fall on the ground with blood. I gestured to Enzo, who had come with me, that I wanted to treat him, so take him to the cellar, and he gladly did right away.

I heard some clapping and giggling sounds, and I found myself drowning in her beauty. Did she find this punch cool? "Wow, Revansh," she said, her voice slurred and unsteady, indicating that she had consumed a significant amount of alcohol.

But one thing I have come to understand despite consuming large amounts of alcohol, she never loses consciousness and remains coherent during the conversation.

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