Chapter 32 | Can I suck on them, sweetheart

Teri hi baaho me, panahon me

Rehna mujhe hardam sadaa

Teri hi yaado me, nigaho me

Rehna mujhe har dam sada

Teri hi baaho me, panahon me

Rehna mujhe hardam sadaa

Hardam sadaa

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I felt trapped in Mr. Randhawa's gaze, like he was reading my emotions like an open book. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. I tried to wiggle free from his grip, but he held me tighter, his voice low and husky as he warned me to stay still. "Stay still, jaana, or it will be trouble for both of us," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

His hand caressed my back softly, sending waves of calmness through my body. I felt my emotions trembling inside me, like a storm was brewing, but his touch seemed to soothe me, calming the turbulence.

As I looked up at him, I saw the intensity of his gaze, the passion burning in his eyes. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pulled me closer, his lips inches from mine. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't help but be drawn to the flames.

"Now say what you want to say." He said while looking at me intensely I fell his hot breath near my lips and suddenly I remembered about our last night kiss oh god his lips are looking so delicious. I bite my lips in anticipation.

He brought his thumb near my lips and pulled them from my mouth and rubbed them softly.

"Don't tourcher them sweetheart it is so delicate and only deserves my sweet torture, not your mercy less biting."

My heart gets skipped with his sudden action and my cheeks flutter I know they become blood red definitely.

"Fuck jaana you red rose cheeks always look so tempting when you blush because of me, I just wanna bite them." He said before I process his words I felt a sting feeling on my cheeks I get breathless he seriously bites me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhjbhjkkojhkkkk." I screamed in my mind because I felt out of words.

As his hot breath fanned on my neck, I felt a tangled mix of emotions. His lips were so close, and I could feel his warmth radiating onto my skin. It was as if my body was betraying me, responding to his touch in ways I couldn't control. I tried to push him away, to maintain some semblance of dignity, but he wouldn't budge.

His grip on me was gentle yet firm, holding me in place as he continued to nuzzle my neck. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips brushed against my skin, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

When I finally found my voice, I asked him "what do you think, who you are haa." he thought, His response, "Me, I'm your, your highness," left me speechless once again.

I felt like I was drowning in his intense gaze, unable to escape the depths of his eyes. He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched me squirm.

I tried to compose myself, to regain some control over the situation, but it was no use.. I felt a surge of frustration and irritation, but it was tempered by a growing sense of arousal. I was torn between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the reason I had come to his office in the first place. "Why did you interfere in my hospital matter?" I asked, trying to keep my tone steady. "You didn't have to tell them to give me leave."

But instead of answering my question, he snuggled deeper into my neck, his lips brushing against my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he kissed me with soft, gentle pecks. "You were exhausted from yesterday's rollercoaster emotions, so you needed some rest," he said, his voice low and husky.

"That's why I told them to give you leave." His words were like a gentle caress, soothing my frazzled nerves and making me feel like I was melting into his touch.

I felt my cheeks burn as he added, "And your punishment was a little hard, but you behaved well during punishment time. I must say, right jaana?" I was taken aback by his words, feeling a mix of  excitement and embarrassment. Who was this man, pervert yese kaise bol sakata.

I tried to brush off his comments, saying "I didn't know what you were talking about."  But he just smiled mischievously, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"You don't know what I'm talking about, but your cheeks, your face, your red ears, your nervousness, and the way you're fidgeting with my collar and playing with them which I love the most right now. it all says you know exactly what I'm saying,"

he said, his voice dripping with conviction. I felt like he had read me like a book, exposing all my secrets and desires. It was as if he had a direct line to my emotions, and he was manipulating them with ease. I was torn between feeling ashamed and feeling drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of his charismatic presence.

Before I said anything, he leaned in, his face inches from mine, I felt my heart racing with anticipation. Our lips were so close, I could almost taste the sweetness of his breath. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of us, suspended in this moment of raw desire.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, a fluttering sensation that spread throughout my body. The mere thought of his lips on mine again was almost too much to bear. I was wrong to say I didn't want to taste them again, for the truth was, I was craving it desperately. The memory of his lips from last night still lingered, a delicious sensation that I couldn't shake off.

Just as I was about to give off my desires, and want to tell him to leave me.. he gently shushed me, his breath whispering against my lips. "I know you're craving them too," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

And with that, he claimed my lips, his mouth crashing down on mine in a deep, desperate kiss. I felt myself melting into him, our lips moving in perfect sync as we devoured each other.

The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intensity of our passion. I was consumed by the taste of him, the feel of his lips on mine, and the sensation of his tongue dancing with mine..

he deepened the kiss, his pace quickened, and I felt like I was being consumed by him. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment for ages, and now that he had me, he was determined to claim me as his own.

His kiss was not just a gentle meeting of lips; it was a fierce and primal act of possession. He was devouring me, eating me alive, and I could feel his anger and aggression pouring out of him like a pent-up storm.

I felt his hands on my body, gripping me tightly, holding me in place as he ravaged my mouth. It was as if he was trying to brand me, to mark me as his own, to make sure that I knew that I belonged to him and no one else.

His kiss was a declaration of ownership, a statement of intent, and I could feel his passion and possessiveness burning brightly, like a fire that threatened to consume us both.

I was overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions, by the ferocity of his kiss. It was as if he was trying to break down my defenses, to shatter my resistance, and to claim me as his own.

I was being swept away by a tidal wave of desire. And yet, despite the intensity of the moment, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. I was trapped in the vortex of his emotions, and I didn't know if I wanted to escape.

His teeth caught my lip, I felt a sudden jolt of pain, and our mouths parted, leaving us both tasting the coppery sweetness of my blood.

But before I could react, he slowly brought his hand up, his fingers gently cupping under my breast, sending shivers down my spine. His thumb brushed over my already hardened nipple, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body.

I couldn't help but shiver under his touch, my skin tingling with sensation as he caressed me. His fingers were gentle, yet firm, and I could feel the heat of his hand radiating through my clothes, warming my skin.

My nipple hardened further, pressing into his thumb, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me.

I looked up at him, I saw the intensity of his gaze, the passion burning in his eyes.

he asked, "Can I, sweetheart?" his finger pressed between my nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

I felt a rush of excitement, my heart racing with anticipation. His voice was low and husky, his words dripping with desire, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"Tell me you want it, jaana," he murmured, his lips tracing the swell of my breast. "Do you want my mouth over them, sweetheart?" His words were like a gentle caress, teasing me, tempting me, and I felt my resolve weakening.

he spoke, his lips kissed along the curve of my breast, his tongue darting out to tease my skin. I felt his fingers working to unbutton my shirt, slowly.

I can feel him planting a tender and smooth kiss on my cheeks, jaw earlobe and my collar bone.

"I need a word my little lioness, do you want this?" His bold and farm voice will hold authority and hankering.

One thing I have noticed in his demise is that no matter how much dominating he is, he respects my consent too much, I don't know what got into me. I just nodded still dizzy from his tongue which was lingering on my neck making an uneven pattern.

"I need the word kitten, can I suck in them can I consume them. Reply me fast kitten my babies are waiting." He grunts, his teeth are nibbling at my skin making me fidgeting.

I can't hold anymore I need whatever he wants. "Yes!" I said to him seamlessly dropping off all my restraint.

And I'm done, within a moment he unhooks my bra and drops it to the floor. My upper body is completely visible to his dark ocean eyes, I'm half necked to him. The things which were not complete last night, now it's complete.

His eyes sparkle with emotions his eyes showing excitement like a child who gets his candy. His lips are adoring with an amuse smile which I have never seen before. Is he that excited to see me like that, "it is more marvelous and fascinating than I imagine." He mumbled slowly.

Now his adoring ocean eyes change his colour and change into dark deep blue. He looked at me with an ardent hunger, his Adam Apple dip when he gulped. His chest is moving unevenly with his heavy breathing. I'm loving the way he is looking at me without making me uncomfortable. The way his nose flared a little when he glanced at my hardened nipples.

"I'm going to devour you, guzzle you up today." He groans and tenderly caress the side of my breast.

Finger splaying out, creasing and stocking my bosom, his thumb is pressing and pinching out and reaching to outline and follow the shape of my areola.

His stroke and soft creasing with his rough yet feather like touch, causing my nibbles to become incredibly erect.

"Appealing, such a gorgeous beautiful creation." He grabs onto them moving his thumb and finger carefully over my nipples and breast. Tenderly twerking them, wrecking them apart. His gaze his motion of eyes observing my face, how my face reacts with his every touch.

"Mmmh" I moan softly as he darts out his tongue and curls it upwards through the brief and Deep lick over my nipples.

"I'm going to suck them, you don't know how tempting they are. But first let me pinch them the perfect nipple between my pump and finger and look like that don't you." Constrict to my heart and nerves pulling them out.

I can only moan and whimper letting my hand roam through his soft shining hair, the sight of his glistening swallow mouth full of Saliva  working over my boobs so passionately sending shivers down to my spine and twisting heat on my abdomen.

"Daddy makes you wait naa my babies." He is mumbling something over them kissing, sucking and biting them softly. "Smell so fucking amazing." He growled loudly and ran his nose while nibbling against my breast inhaling the mound of flesh farmly.

He is trying to tease me up with his strong lick, suck and biting over my dark flesh and my smooth dry areola. Ahh why don't he suck my nipples harder his teasing is becoming difficult for me with every passing minute.

Once his teeth come into action my grasping finger tightens over his locks and my legs around his lower abdomen.

"Such a greedy kitten, you want harder suck." How easily he reads my expression is Amaze me every time and now I am begging in my mind please, yes please suck them harder.

As I don't want him to know how desperate.  my boobs are for his mouth. I don't want to beg in front of him for this, at least not for now.

My knees buckle with pleasure I don't know how to control my body my lashes fall heavy with the desire burning inside me.

"Now just wait and watch how I am going to revise you until you forget about everything. I will make sure you will remember my mouth over your boobs whenever you touch them." and he attacked my erected nipples with his tongue and lips.

His warm mouth is sucking my areola deeply and passionately, his mouth is latching on my nipples pulling them with teeth in and out. The sound of his hard sucking and my moaning is filled around the office room.

"Hummm " he hummed as if he is now satisfied with his demon. He has been sucking me like a hungry baby who has had an empty stomach for ages.

His mouth is so warm and gives me an electrifying sensation over my body with his every hard sucking, even I feel his dropping saliva from his mouth to my stomach. His is desperate to get my whole mound inside his mouth but can't able to, the frow of desperation clearly visible on his face.

His other hand is busy with fading and playing with my other boobs. He is pitching rubbing and moulding my nipples with his figure.

"Ahhh,, mmmh, slow down." I said while caressing his hair and my eyes are closed with pleasure, I'm caressing his hair and temple in order to calm him down, because which speed he is maintaining my boobs is going to throw apart.

When he listened to my whimper, his speed slowed a bit, but still couldn't define if he really slowed down or not. His mouth is not ready to leave me. He is sucking them like that he is going to pour out milk from them.

As I lay there, lost in the pleasure of the moment, my phone suddenly rang, shattering the tranquility. I opened my eyes to find Mr. Randhawa was still sucking on my breast, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I tried to push him away, but he refused to budge.

"Mr. Randhawa, please let me go, my phone is ringing," I begged, trying to reason with him. But he winned like a baby and said "no" and shook his head little left and right still my breast on his mouth. This hulk like a man is behaving like a baby, oh god.

"Mr Randhawa let me go my phone is ringing, it must be an emergency." I again said and his suck got harder. What the hell ouch...

But he simply said "take it" and continued to hold me in place. I reluctantly answered the phone, trying to compose myself as I spoke to Dr. Naina from the hospital. She informed me of a serious case that required my attention, and I knew I had to go.

As I said "I'm coming," I felt a sting sensation on my breast, and I gasped in surprise. Mr. Randhawa had bitten me harder, and I hadn't even noticed he was still sucking on me.

I quickly ended the call and tried to push him away again. "Mr. Randhawa, let me go, I have to go to the hospital, it's an emergency," I said, trying to sound firm.

I placed my hand on his head and gently pulled his mouth away from my breast, feeling a pop sound as his lips released their grip. He glared at me, his eyes flashing with a possessive anger, as if I had taken something precious, worth millions away from him.

"What?" I asked, taken aback by his reaction. He didn't respond for a moment, then his expression softened slightly.

"But I told them you're on leave," he said, his voice low and husky. "Why are they asking for you?" I sighed, trying to explain. "Mr. Randhawa, I'm a doctor. It's not uncommon for me to be called in for emergencies, even when I'm on leave. I have to go."

As I tried to get up from his lap, Mr. Randhawa held me in place, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he wanted now. He nodded towards my chest, and I followed his gaze, feeling a surge of embarrassment as I realized my upper body was naked. "Are you planning to go like this?" he asked, chuckling softly.

I closed my eyes, my cheeks fluttering with heat, as he picked up my bra from the floor. He put it on me, his eyes never leaving my face, his gaze intense and piercing. Then, he buttoned up my shirt and fixed my collar, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Now you're good to go," he said, his voice low and husky.

As I was about to stand up, he signaled me to wait, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. He picked up his phone and called someone, ordering them to bring a box. I was still sitting on his lap, feeling a sense of panic rising up as his PA, Arjun, entered the room. Mr. Randhawa told me to calm down, saying no one had the audacity to look at me, but I couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Arjun's gaze was downcast, and he didn't dare to look at us, even for a second. Mr. Randhawa dismissed him, and he left in a hurry. Then, I looked at the box and asked Mr. Randhawa what it was. He opened it, revealing a makeup box and a comb. "Your hair and lips are ruined," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm going to fix it."

He combed my hair, his fingers gentle, and then applied the same lip balm I always used. I was surprised, asking him how he knew I liked that particular lip balm. He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief, and said, "Well, I tasted it. I know how it tastes." His gaze drifted towards my lips, and I felt a blush rise up, my heart racing at the implication. Oh god, this man was impossible.

As I finished getting ready, I stood up from his lap and said, "I'm going, Mr. Randhawa. It's urgent." He looked at me and replied, "Come, I'll drop you." But I insisted on going myself, saying I had come with my own car.

He glanced at me, his expression unreadable, and started walking out. I knew what I had to do - follow him without saying anything.

In the parking lot, I saw my car and asked him again, "But how will my car get back?" He looked at me softly and said, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Mark will drive your car and drop it off at the hospital. Now let's go, you don't have to stress about it."

I got into his car, and we rode in silence. I didn't expect to say anything, and I was still feeling embarrassed about what had happened in his cabin.

When we arrived at the hospital, he opened the door for me, and I got out. He looked at me intensely, his eyes burning with a fierce passion.

"Jaana," he called me, his voice low and husky. I hummed in response, and he said, "Take care of yourself, eat something before surgery, and stay hydrated."

His hand caressed my head, and he kissed my forehead. My eyes closed automatically, feeling a sense of protection and promise. A small smile came to my face as I looked at him and said, "Okay." I bid him goodbye, feeling a sense of reluctance to leave him.

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I dropped her off at the hospital, feeling a sense of restlessness washing over me. I always felt this way when she was away from me. As I watched her walk into the hospital, I couldn't help but think about what had happened between us in my office.

I had expected her to come and confront me about granting her leave without a reason, because my lioness didn't like it when someone came between her work. but I hadn't expected things to escalate this way.

My mind kept replaying the memories of last night and I couldn't focus on anything else. I was lost in thought. After last night testing her so closing knowing how heavenly she tested and feel against my body I'm not in my control of my body. My mind always replies to all these things I can't even focus on my meeting.

when I heard Mark talking to someone on the phone. He was explaining that I was dropping the "queen" off at the hospital and that's why I wasn't answering my calls. I smiled to myself, knowing that Mark was referring to Jaana. And he is talking to Vihaan.

As I listened in on Mark's conversation, I heard him mention that he had rushed to bring the car and was now worried about how he would get back. He also mentioned that the car keys were missing. And me as a MEAN RUTHLESS DEVIL.

I decided to make my presence known, and Mark's eyes widened in surprise as he turned around to face me. He is sweating and fear visible in his eyes and I love it when everyone is afraid of me.

"Ah, boss! I was just... uh... talking to Vihaan sir.," Mark stuttered, trying to compose himself.

"Vihaan sir, huh?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What were you telling him?"

Mark hesitated before speaking, "I-I was just telling him that you dropped the queen at the hospital, . And that's why you weren't answering his calls."

I chuckled, enjoying Mark's nervousness. "And what else did you tell him?"

Mark swallowed hard before continuing, he wasn't able to complete sentences so I spoke 'mean ruthless devil, right Mark I smirk at his widened eye.

"Tho aapne sab sun liya, bekar mein mera poppet bana rahe the." He mumbled under his breath.

"Yes Mark main sunnn liya." I'm enjoying his terrified nervous expression. I laughed, . "A mean and ruthless devil, Well, I am ruthless mean and for sure devil. You said true ."

"Hehehe boss!" He is trying to laugh norvously "You're the greatest boss I've ever met!" Mark nodded vigorously, trying to appease me.

I smirked, placing a hand on Mark's shoulder. "Is that so." He vigorously nodded his head, "Now, tell me, how much salary do I give you?"

Mark's eyes darted around before answering, "You give me 10 lakhs a week, boss. The highest salary on the security team." He smiled sheep.

"Good," I said, my voice firm. "You're one month's salary cut." His eyes widened "no boss." He screamed  "No more car for a week."

He kept quiet "good my child"  I patted his head "now go before I hit your head and show you how ruthless I am" . He ran way like a current I laughed at his.

He is the most special member in my security department. He was with me when he was just 15 years old I trust him very much and I know he can do anything for me.

As I came inside my car and looked at its Vihaan call i picked up Vihaan's call, and he launched into a furious tirade.

>"What the hell, Aahan? How can you leave a meeting in the middle? You know how important the board meeting was!"

he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the phone. I could sense his frustration and concern, but I wasn't bothered. I knew I had already wrapped up the important discussions, and the rest was just a formality.

"yaa, I know what's more important to you." He paused, and I could sense his disapproval. "Look, Aahan, I'm not saying anything, but sometimes your actions affect your image. Mr. Rathore was present at the meeting, and he's always in a chance to discredit you.

I snorted, my anger rising at the mention of Mr. Rathore's name.

Aahan, what's really happened to you?" Vihaan asked, his voice laced with worry. "How can you think about killing all the time like that, I know you kill the people but on their mistake not on useless things.? On a serious note, I don't think you're getting better; you're becoming more ruthless. You'll kill anyone who gets in your way,and on small mistakes. and if this continues, you'll become a psycho."

Vihaan paused before responding, "My flight is the day after tomorrow. I'll come then, and we'll talk." He hesitated, and I could sense his reluctance to end the call. "Bye, Aahan," he said finally, and the line went dead.

I looked at my phone, wondering if something was wrong with Vihaan. He seemed more worried than usual, and his concern was starting to get on my nerves. I shrugged it off, focusing on the road ahead. I had more important things to worry about, like getting back to Jaana.

But that Rathore is now getting on my nerves too much. He surely created too much drama during boards meeting and make me angry as a fuck if I had not to meet my baacha then he was dead by now.

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I was attending my meeting, and it was almost done, when I suddenly received a message that Jaana was waiting for me in my office. I couldn't let her wait for me too long, so I told Arjun to take care of the paperwork and instructed the members to sign the documents. As I got up from my seat to leave, Mr. Rathore decided to poke his nose into my business.

"Where are you going, Mr. Randhawa? Leaving this important meeting?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I could sense his annoyance, but I didn't care.

"I have some important work to do," I replied coldly, trying to brush him off. But Mr. Rathore didn't seem to get the hint.

"What is more important than this 1000 crore deal?" he asked, his voice rising. "Are you going to backstep us with more crores?" I clenched my fists, trying to calm my anger. I didn't want to kill this old man, at least not yet. It wasn't in my morals, and it wasn't in my blood to backstep someone. But I knew it ran very well in the Rathore bloodlines.

"It's not in my blood to backstep someone, but I heard it runs very well in the Rathore's bloodlines," I said, my tone warning him to back off. But Mr. Rathore was an idiot, and he didn't seem to understand the warning.

"You can't insult me like that," he said, his face reddening.

"Oh, Mr. Rathore, I can," I replied, my tone sarcastic. "If all your drama is over, I'm going." But Mr. Rathore didn't seem to be finished yet.

"Mr. Randhawa, it's an important deal, and Mr. Collen Martian has come from London only for this meeting. You can't leave like that," he said, standing up from his chair. I didn't say anything, I just gently put my gun on the table and looked at all the members. They all were terrified with my action, but didn't say anything.

I looked at them and said, "Oh, gentlemen, please come down. I didn't do anything. It's just my gun felt heavy in my pocket, so I kept it on the table." Then I looked at Mr. Rathore, who was now sitting on his chair, sweat dripping from his forehead. He was looking terrified.

I smirked at him and asked Mr. Collin Martin, "Is there any problem if I go now? As I know the meeting is already finalized, and you also agreed to this, so all the paperwork will be done by my assistant. I think there is no problem with you."

He looked at me and said, "No, Mr. Randhawa, the meeting is already completed. You can go and complete your important work. I like your project, and I agree with this deal." I again looked at Mr. Rathore said, "Look, Mr. Rathore, Mr. Martin has no problem with this. Now I will go, or you want to say something more?" I took my gun in my hand and pointed it towards Mr. Rathore.

The room fell silent, and everyone was holding their breath. Mr. Rathore's eyes were wide with fear, and he was shaking his head. "N-no, Mr. Randhawa, I don't want to say anything more," he stuttered. I smiled and put my gun back in my pocket.

"Good," I said. "Then I'll take my leave. Gentlemen, it was a pleasure doing business with you." I turned and walked out of the room, leaving Mr. Rathore and the others in a state of shock.

I stormed into my cabin, still fuming from the meeting with Mr. Rathore. I had expected him to be a problem, but I hadn't expected him to be so persistent. I looked around the room, but there was no sign of Ashika. I felt disappointment and my anger spiked again.

"Where is she?" I muttered to myself, scanning the room again. I had specifically told her to wait for me in my office, but it seemed she had other plans. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but my mind was racing with thoughts of where she could be and why she hadn't waited for me.

I walked over to my desk and slammed my fist on the surface, making the papers and pens jump. I was furious, and I didn't know how to contain my anger. I thought about calling her, but I didn't want to talk to her over the phone. I wanted to see her, to know that she was safe and that she was still mine.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, but my anger was still simmering just below the surface. ...

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When,I sat on the chair, trying to compose myself, the door suddenly opened and Jaana walked in, her face a picture of fury. But as soon as our eyes met, my anger started to melt away. I knew why she was here, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief washing over me.

She started asking me questions, but I didn't want to answer her. I was still trying to process my emotions, and I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling. But then, without thinking, I asked her to come closer to me. As she sat on my lap, I felt a sense of calm wash over me.

Her touch was intoxicating, electrifying. I claimed her as mine, but when I  took her breast in my mouth and sucked on it. Fucking Devine It was like my anger never existed. It was as if her touch had magically melted it away.

How can my anger clam so instantly, and I didn't get any atteck also. " My boobies have magic and they calm my anger so smoothly."

I was in heaven, out of this world. Her boobies were addictive, so smooth. I had no words to describe what I felt at that moment. It was like I had found my new calmness, my new solace. I needed them, and I always wanted them.

From that moment on, I always told her. to give me my "babies" whenever I felt panicked, angry, or in pain. It was like they had become my new claiming pills, wo bhi turant wala. I couldn't get enough of them.

As I held her close, feeling her warmth, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was home, and I was at peace. Jaana had a way of calming my anger, of soothing my soul. And I knew that I would do anything to keep her by my side.

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