The Tales Of Smut( ͡°з ͡°)

"U R Mine mrs. bhardwaaj"

𝙷𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚎𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝙼𝙻 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝙼𝙻 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊. 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢𝚢𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎......

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ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀsᴇᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ

AKSHAT SINGH

•The Mafia Lord of Italian mafia.
•The God of buisness world and runs the BHARDWAJ INDUSTRIES,which rules the Top no. 1 position in the whole freaking world.
• A 6'4 tall and handsome hunk with dark black piercing eyes.
•32y.
•Personality: Authoritative, ruthless, passionate and as cold as ice but a melted ice-cream in front of HER.

"Power is not given, it's taken.".

~Her Aksh..

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SANISHA AKSHAT SINGH

•Queen of the Russian mafia
•A 5'1 beautiful Apsara with Chocolate brown eyes, Her beauty and her whole self is his.
- Personality: Enigmatic, cunning, beautiful
" A true queen never reveals her strengths,only her smile."

~His heaven.

SANAKSH SINGH~

~Together, we are the storn that will rage across the world.

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Sanisha sat serenely in the grand hall, her slender fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the armrest of her chair. The soft glow of the chandelier above cast a warm light on her porcelain skin, illuminating the subtle contours of her face.

Just as she was lost in thought, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, growing louder with each passing moment. Sanisha's gaze drifted towards the entrance, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as Akshat walked in.

Akshat's tall, imposing frame commanded attention, his dark eyes scanning the room before coming to rest on Sanisha. He strode towards her, his long strides eating up the distance, and settled into the chair beside her.

Without a word, Akshat opened his laptop and began to work, his fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease. Sanisha watched him for a moment, her eyes drinking in the sight of her husband's focused profile.

Just then, Sanisha's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen, a soft smile spreading across her face as she answered the call.

"Aaron, darling...," she cooed, her voice husky and intimate.

Akshat's eyes snapped up from his laptop, his gaze narrowing as he listened to Sanisha's conversation. A faint frown creased his forehead as he caught the words "best friend" and "coming over."

Sanisha's laughter tinkled through the hall, sending a pang of jealousy through Akshat's chest. Who was this Aaron, and why did Sanisha's voice take on that sultry tone when she spoke to him?

Akshat's eyes never left Sanisha's face, his expression growing increasingly dark as he struggled to reign in his possessive instincts.

Sanisha's conversation with Aaron continued, her voice rising and falling in a melodious cadence that seemed to grate on Akshat's nerves. He tried to focus on his work, but his eyes kept drifting back to Sanisha, his mind whirling with questions.