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Naqsha-E-Mohabbat|18+






"Why did you marry me?" Irana's voice shook with anger as she grabbed his collar. Saraf's calm, controlled voice barely faltered. "So that my sister can live happily with Iraab." The words cut through her like a blade. Without thinking, her hand connected with his face - a sharp slap that spoke everything she couldn't say.



"You are just my contract husband.... don't forget it!" she snapped, slamming her fist on his desk. He smirked, eyes dark with possession, and yanked her onto his lap so she straddled him. "Ohhh... contract husband?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Then why....did you let your contract husband fuck you all night yesterday, ma princesse ?"

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