"Bring me my juice, Tara." Samrath ordered, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. Tara flinched, her hands trembling as she moved to obey, but he grabbed her wrist before she could step away. "Itni bhi kya jaldi hai meri raand." he growled, yanking her toward him.Â
The force made her stumble, her saree catching on the edge of the table as he pulled her onto his lap, her back pressed against his chest. Khalid chuckled softly, his eyes locked on the scene, unblinking.
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