Desert Angel

Desert Angel

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Sultan Hassan is old and wanting to retire as soon as possible from his throne. But before he can appoint his only worthy heir as his successor, Shahzade Sulaiman must first find a woman to accompany him, while he has been rejecting every woman he thinks doesn't fit his standards for the last five years. Besides, his bad-tempered step brother, the Royal Prince, Shahib Hamid, is really eager of pushing him aside and snatched away the throne from Shahzade Sulaiman, by any means necessary. Will Shahzade Sulaiman successfully inherit the throne before his half-brother managed to get rid of him? Art & story belong to Koicch, please do not steal.
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"A Forbidden Desire, A Love That Burns Through the Night..." In the golden halls of Sultaniyah, where war brews and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Queen Amara Zahir Khan finds herself trapped between duty and a man who was never meant to be hers. Zayan Ahmed Khan-a warrior with bloodstained hands and a claim to her throne-demands more than just loyalty. He demands her. One vow. One marriage. One bed. One battle of wills. But the true war isn't waged in courtrooms or on battlefields-it's fought behind locked doors, beneath tangled sheets, where dominance tastes like desire, and hate feels like his hands between her thighs. He is dangerous, untamed, a man who doesn't ask-he takes. His whispered threats turn into breathless gasps, his firm grip makes her tremble, and when he claims her, there's no escape... not from his touch, not from the sinful hunger that coils deep in her belly. "Beg for me, Sultana..." His voice is dark, commanding, dripping with lust as he makes her surrender piece by piece. And she does. Again and again. 🔥 A tale of power, passion, and a love so dangerously intoxicating, it'll leave you breathless. If you're ready for stolen glances, forbidden touches, and nights too sinful to forget-welcome to Sultaniyah.🔥

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