❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
When 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, walks into his world, she's nothing but soft edges and shy glances-a girl burdened with debts, abandoned by a father who never cared. She only wants f...
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Ishq ki saazishein, ishq ki baaziyaan, haara main khel ke, do dilon ka juaa
AMISHA
"You really needed this to knock some sense into you, didn't you?" he said, voice sharp now, all softness gone.
He ripped his belt free and tossed it aside. I caught my breath, propping myself up on my elbows as I watched him, heart pounding. The teasing was gone. What stood in front of me now was all rough edges and controlled hunger, and the shift sent a fresh jolt through me.
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He slid out, looked at the used condom, and raised a brow at me.
"In the bathroom. Flush it. What if my dad sees it?" I hissed. Rolling his eyes, he got up, standing completely bare before me.
He stood there with complete confidence, bare and entirely unconcerned, as if he knew exactly the effect he had on me.
"Don't stand there admiring me," he called over his shoulder with a teasing grin as he went to the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes and pulled the sheets around me, but the truth was he did have a perfect ass, though. Tight, firm, shaped just right. Did he secretly get something done? A BBL or something? Who even knows.
Shaking the ridiculous thought away, I slipped out from under the covers, wrapping the sheet around myself like a dress before grabbing a pair of soft shorts and an oversized T-shirt from my cupboard. No underwear and bra tonight. Maybe that would be enough of a hint for him to finally leave.
I had just taken a step toward the bathroom when the door opened.
He walked out first, a fresh towel hanging low around his waist,a frown already settling on his face. "Where are you going?"
"To shower. I can't sleep feeling all sticky," I replied matter-of-factly.
I tried to squeeze past him, but he caught me, his arm wrapping around the waist before I could take another step.
