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[This chapter contains heavy smut. Please read carefully. I own the copyright so I wouldn't tolerate any plagiarism.]
Manav
The terrace still smelled like her.
Moonlight painted her as she walked away.. bare shoulders, the curve of her back, saree swaying with her hips. She didnโt glance over her shoulder. She didnโt need to. She knew. She knew exactly what sheโd done to me.
My body was already moving to follow when something caught my eyeโ the swing.
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Iti
๐๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐. ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ was meant to be a star, with her haunting beauty and raw presence. She was destined to own the runway but her rise in the modelling world has always been stunned, controlled, suffocated by her own mother- Hollywood's untouchable fashion queen- always kept her daughter behind the velvet curtains. No red carpets. No runways. Allowing only the private photoshoots, never the spotlight. The world knew the legend, but never the daughter. ๐ฟ๐๐ซ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ Her stepfather. An Italian mafia capo who ruled bloodied streets with a velvet tongue and a bulletproof smile. To the world, he was charm and control wrapped in designer suits. To Rasha, he was danger in slow motion. A shadow in every room. A gaze that undressed her soul. He promised to give her the world. Because. She's his. His obsession. His muse. His dirty little secret. ! Mature Content !
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