But just before my lips could touch his length,I was yanked up with a sudden force that made me squeal.
In seconds, I was pinned to the mattress beneath him, his face hovering inches from mine, smirking.
"What happened? Mera domination ka achar daal diya tumne?"
I whined, frustrated, staring up at him as he looked down at me — calm, composed… completely unbothered.
"Don't test my patience, okay?"
His voice was low, firm — the kind of tone that made my heart stutter.
"Why?" I whispered, my voice suddenly fragile.
Because beneath my boldness, my mind was spiraling — insecurities flooding in, overthinking every move I made.
He leaned closer, eyes locked on mine, voice softer now, but laced with emotion.
"Because you're my wife, Rooh."
He paused, cupping my cheek gently.
"My soul. You're my Rooh."
He pressed his forehead to mine.
"You're here for me, not for pleasure. I never want to see you on your knees… not like that."
His thumb brushed away the tear I didn’t realize had slipped.
"You’re not made to kneel. You’re the queen of my world, Roohi. You’re the one who owns me."
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