Viraj malhotra × Aanya shekhawat He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes burning with hunger. "You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice rough. "Your lips, swollen from my kisses. Your cheeks, flushed with shame. And your body..." His hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her hip through the saree. "Your body is begging for me." She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. "I'm not... I don't..."
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