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Meera POV
Obsessed with Aarav Dixit from Treat me Daddy 🌚🌚🌚
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"My doctor’s hands are supposed to heal me… but every time he touches me, he ruins me instead. Ten years older, completely in control, and the only words I can moan are 'Yes, Daddy… please.'" "I swore to heal her. Instead, I’m the one breaking her open, claiming every tight, wet cun/t until she screams my name like the desperate little s/lu/t she is for me ."
How do you protect the woman you were hired to kill? She thinks I'm just her cold professor and her arranged husband. She has no idea I'm an assassin, or that my ex-girlfriend is the one who wants her dead. I was supposed to pull the trigger. Instead, I'm pulling her into the shadows to keep her safe. They hired the best killer in the business to take her out, but they accidentally gave her the ultimate bodyguard. I was paid to kill her, but I'll die to keep her.
"My doctor’s hands are supposed to heal me… but every time he touches me, he ruins me instead. Ten years older, completely in control, and the only words I can moan are 'Yes, Daddy… please.'" "I swore to heal her. Instead, I’m the one breaking her open, claiming every tight, wet cun/t until she screams my name like the desperate little s/lu/t she is for me ."
How do you protect the woman you were hired to kill? She thinks I'm just her cold professor and her arranged husband. She has no idea I'm an assassin, or that my ex-girlfriend is the one who wants her dead. I was supposed to pull the trigger. Instead, I'm pulling her into the shadows to keep her safe. They hired the best killer in the business to take her out, but they accidentally gave her the ultimate bodyguard. I was paid to kill her, but I'll die to keep her.
One wedding . Two funerals . And a vows written in her groom's blood. Aastha Sharma was the daughter of my enemy the final sacrifice for my revenge. I burned her groom alive. I gave her a choice: The Grave or The Sinner. She chose the Sinner. Now, she wears my mangalsutra like a collar, a constant reminder that her life no longer belongs to her. I am the villain of her story, and I'm just getting started. She was married, bound forever, in the ashes of the man she loved.
"My doctor’s hands are supposed to heal me… but every time he touches me, he ruins me instead. Ten years older, completely in control, and the only words I can moan are 'Yes, Daddy… please.'" "I swore to heal her. Instead, I’m the one breaking her open, claiming every tight, wet cun/t until she screams my name like the desperate little s/lu/t she is for me ."
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Someone's watching me . Stalking me . Every night, he is there. A fake husband at the edge of my bed. 24/7. I saw him do it. I accidentally witnessed him murdering his own brother to take the title of Nawab . I froze and ran away pretending to unsee everything. But No matter, how much I plead but he wants me for revenge. I promised him my silence. I begged. I ran. But in the crowded streets of India , his reach is everywhere. He doesn't want to kill me to bury the secret. That would have eased my suffering. Instead he claims me ,f*cks me till I pass out . A punishment for running away from his sight . He is ruthless, off-limits, and utterly obsessed. And He wants me to suffer in the silence of our fake marriage.
He didn’t just want her. He was willing to burn her world down to own her. For two years, Zihan Agrawal the feared "Satan" of the Italian underworld has been haunted by her memories. . One look at a stranger was all it took to turn a ruthless Mafia boss into a man possessed. When his grandfather sends him to the quiet hills of Dehradun, the search finally ends. But Zihan doesn't do "courtship." On Vaani’s wedding day, her groom vanishes, and blood stains the altar. When the veil is lifted, it isn't her fiancé standing there it’s a monster with a soft smile and lethal eyes. As Vaani is pulled into Zihan’s dark world, she discovers a terrifying truth: her mother’s murder wasn't an accident, and the man she now calls husband belongs to the family that orphaned her. Can love survive when it’s built on a foundation of blood and lies?
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