Chapter 1
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Sara was setting the food for Shubman in the dining area. When he had meetings, he often came late, and tonight was no exception—it was already past midnight. Still, Sara waited for him!
Shubman entered the hall, his presence dominating the room. All the servants lowered their heads in respect and fear, sensing the storm in his eyes. His eyes were deep red, a clear sign of his anger.
"Sara room pe aaw abhi ke abhii!" he roared, his voice echoing through the hall.
Sara shivered at the sound of his voice !She placed the plate she was holding aside and walked towards their bedroom!
Once inside, Shubman followed her in, locking the door behind him with a loud click that seemed to seal her fate. Before she could react, he pinned her to the door with a force that knocked the breath out of her.
His lips found her neck, kissing her aggressively, almost bruising. He tore at the pallu of her saree, ripping it away and exposing her. His hands were rough, his touch demanding. He bit down on her chest harshly, and she winced in pain, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
Sara tried to stifle her cries, biting her lower lip hard to suppress any sound. She is not allowed to moan,specially when he was in such a state. Tonight, his anger was visible , and she braced herself for what was to come. She knew it would be a night of pain and pleasure , a night where his fury would be taken out on her in the most intimate and painful ways.
Shubman placed her one leg onto the dressing table, his rough hands tracing her curves, lingering on her waist and chest. Sara's breath hitched as she felt his touch.his hands teasing and cupping her breast from behind! She looked at the mirror the most sinful picture infront of her eyes!
"Shubb... Shubhmannh, not here... please... please, it's uncomfortable," she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Shubman groaned, pulling her closer to him, ignoring her protests. With a beastly intensity, he thrust into her, his body demanding and unyielding.
Sara cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure escaping her lips. The sensation of him filling her completely, stretching her beyond her limits, The intensity of his thrusts sent shockwaves through her body, each movement driving her closer to the edge of sin!
The feel of Sara's tightness around him only fueled his desire, pushing him to take her harder, deeper. He reveled in her cries, the sound of her pain mixed with pleasure a twisted symphony that echoed in his ears.
His grip on her was unrelenting, his hands marking her skin as his own. The sight of her, vulnerable and at his mercy, only intensified his needs!
Shubman bit down on her earlobe, his teeth grazing her skin before moving to her shoulder, each nip sending shivers through her. With every thrust, he pushed deeper, his movements deliberate and intense.
Sara was bewildered by her own reactions. The pain mingled with pleasure, and she found herself craving more. She didn't want it to stop. Each thrust brought a new wave of sensation, making her body respond in ways she didn't fully understand.
His hands cupped her breast , and she glanced at their reflection in the mirror once again!The sight of them together, the raw intimacy, stirred something deep within her. He watched her reaction, a knowing glint in his eyes, and she couldn't fathom why she was drawn to this darkness, why it felt so irresistibly good.
Shubman moved harder than ever, his intensity unmatched. Each thrust seemed to get deeper, igniting sensations within Sara!
The pleasure was consuming. It wasn't the first time she had felt this way with him; he always pushed her boundaries, each encounter more intense than the last. He knew how to drive her to the edge and then beyond, leaving her breathless and craving more.
The night seemed endless, each moment stretching into an eternity of unrelenting pleasure. Sara lost count of how many times they had come together. Her mind was dizzy, She was on the brink of losing consciousness, the pleasure pushing her to her very limits.
But Shubman, the mafia king with the physique of a Greek god, showed no signs of tiring. His stamina was inexhaustible, his desire insatiable. As dawn began to break, he released inside her one final time before pulling away and heading to the washroom.
Shubman made Sara breathless. She couldn't breathe or walk.
Sara managed to get to the bed. Her body hurt. She felt like he was still inside her. She made soft moans .
She went to bed, covering herself. She was so tired she fell asleep.
Shubman came back, wearing just trousers. He looked at the bed. A beautiful angel was sleeping there. He uncovered her. Her skin was marked with his teeth. He looked at her lips, swollen because of him.He creased her lips with his thumb!
Jab Jab Tere Paas Main
Aaya , Ek Sukoon Mila,
Jise Main Tha Bhoolta
Aaya, Woh Wajood Mila
He looked between her thighs. It was badly swollen. He touched it, and she whimpered in her sleep
He maybe loves her but he don't want to admit it. She was the only one who lasted on his bed. Before her, he only had girls for one night. He is addicted to her. But he knows he can't love her, he can't love anyone, he don't know what is love or how to love. She can't love him because he don't deserve it.
Kuch Bhi Nahi, Jab Darmiyaan, Phir
Kyu Hain Dil Tere Hi Khwab Bunta,
Chaha Ki De Tujhko Bhoola, Par
Yeh Bhi Mumkin Ho Na Sakaaa.
He took out an ointment from the drawer and applied it to her womanhood She moaned in her sleep !He covered her.
He went to the balcony, lighting a cigarette. He thought he was a beast, a devil, a merciless mafia. But she was a pure soul, an angel. He couldn't be loved by an angel like her. No way.!
He questioned himself. ,Why was he getting weak for her?
Aisa Kyu Kar Hua, Jaanu
Na, Main Jaanu Na,
Dil, Sambhal Ja Zara, Phir
Mohabbat Karne Chala Hain Tu,
Dil, Yahi Ruk Ja Zara, Phir
Mohabbat karne chala hain tu ...
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