Sultan's obsession

Sultan's obsession

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🔞 🔞🔞Content warning 18+ only Indian smut love story ❤️ She was sold to Sultan by her boyfriend. She became his sex slave for one year. During the day, she is an ordinary girl like any other girl, but at night she becomes his toy ... Her hands are pressed under his chest, her face is horrified: "If you dare. Crazy, I... I will expose you." He lifted her chin, smiled wickedly and said: "The whole city of Mumbai is my people, you are here to obey my order?" This is the story of Viraj Rathod 🔥 Khusi Viraj (Sultan of Mumbai ) became obsessed with naive college Khusi. She was forced to sell herself to the ruthless man. Will she be able to melt his cold heart ? How their contract turned into a love story . Let's peep into it . 🔞🔞 Warning It is an erotic story . If you are comfortable. Please kindly don't read it .
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#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

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