Sitara : His Sinful Obsession || 18+
šŗšš'š š ššššššš ššššššš šš ššš šššš ššš-š ššš, š šššššššš, ššš ššššššš šššššššššššš. š©šš ššš ššššš šššššššš ššš ššššš šššš ššš šš ššš šššš ššš... ššš ššš ššš šššššš šš ššš. š¦š¶šš®šæš® š š²šµšæš® barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. š„ššš®š»ššµ ššµššæš®š»š®. Mafia King. Business Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? š¦šµš² šš®š š®š¹šæš²š®š±š šµš¶š. "š¦š®š, šš¼š'šæš² š¼š»š¹š šŗš¶š»š² šš¼ š¹š¼šš²." - Thrust "š¬...šš²š," I moaned. "š¦š®š, šš¼š'šæš² š¼š»š¹š šŗš¶š»š² šš¼ šæšš¶š»." - Thrust "š¬...šš²š," I breathed, voice shaky. "š¦š®š, šš¼š'šæš² š¼š»š¹š šŗš¶š»š² šš¼ š³šš°šø." - Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. "š¬...šš²š," I whimpered, almost breaking.
