“Bend over that fucking desk, Karishma. Now.” Harshad commanded.
The command, low and gruff, sliced through the hushed luxury of the hotel suite. It wasn’t a request. It was a reminder. A statement of ownership.

“Bend over that fucking desk, Karishma. Now.” Harshad commanded.
The command, low and gruff, sliced through the hushed luxury of the hotel suite. It wasn’t a request. It was a reminder. A statement of ownership.

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