The Switch
Vedika knelt on the cold marble floor, her wrists bound behind her back with the same silk dupatta she'd used to tie Kiaan's hands just weeks ago. The irony wasn't lost on her. Neither was the heat pooling between her thighs as he circled her slowly, a wooden spoon from her own kitchen tapping against his palm.
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Ek Neta Ka Junoon Usne use pehli baar dekha… aur bas dekhta reh gaya. Ek aam si ladki, jo uske liye us pal aam nahi rahi. Woh sirf uska naam jaanna chahta tha, phir uske baare mein sab kuch jaanna chahta tha. Aur pata hi nahi chala kab ek nazar junoon ban gayi. Uski nazron mein woh ladki ek khwahish thi… aur khwahish ko paana uski aadat.
A POLITICIAN'S OBSESSION He saw her for the first time… and simply couldn't look away. She was just an ordinary girl—at least, that was what she seemed to be. But from the moment Ruhani entered his sight, something changed. Veeransh Singhania, a man who had spent his entire life getting whatever he wanted, suddenly found himself wanting to know one simple thing: Her name. Then he wanted to know everything about her. Her life. Her dreams. Her family. Every little detail that made her who she was. And before he even realized it, a single glance had turned into an obsession. To everyone else, she was just a girl. But in Veeransh's eyes, she was a desire. And Veeransh Singhania had never been a man who knew how to let go of what he desired.
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