Fictional book name "WANTED ||18+"

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  Fiza’s POV "Ahhh wazir sahib dheeme ahhh ohhh ahhh mera aaaa raha hai ahhhh ahhh" I said holding her muscular arm.  "Ohhh ahhh pura lo na jaana ab ahhhh" he thrusted deep in me and pulled me by my hair.  "Tum hi toh tadap rhi thi lund se chudne ke liye ahhh ahh ab chudwano apni gaand aur yeh randi chut" he drilled my pussy while I screamed in pleasure and pain both.  "Ahhhh ahhh mai nahi ahhhhh apka bacha pareshan kar raha tha mujhe ahhhh" I said pointing towards the horny feelings caused by pregnancy.  "Essa kya meri jaana? Lagta hai usse jaldi se ahhhhh bhai ya behen chahiye ohhhh ahhhh" he said happily.  Wazir sahib mujhe subha se chod rhe the. Meri hi chut geeli ho rahi thi toh mai unke lund par chad gayi thi.  Par ab doh ghante se woh meri gaand bhi maar rhe the aur meri chut bhi.  Mai subha se 5 baad cum kar chuki thi par wazir sahib ka lund shant nahi ho raha tha.  Woh mujhe Bina thake chod rhe the.  "Mujhe bulaya tha ahhh...

  Zaid’s POV My heart raced as I gazed at Fiza, adorned in her bridal attire, looking more radiant than ever. I had waited months for this day, and the weight of this moment, of her presence, was almost overwhelming. Every detail of her dress, every touch of jewelry, made her look like a queen. And she was mine.  As the maulvi started the nikah, the air was thick with anticipation. He spoke with formal solemnity, his voice carrying the sacred words that would bind us. “Fiza binti Maqsood, kya aapko yeh nikkah qubool hai, Zaid bin Kareem ke saath, mahr rakm sattar lakh rupaye?” he asked. Fiza’s voice was soft, but steady as she responded, "Qubool hai." My heart pounded at the certainty in her voice. The question was repeated twice more, as per tradition, and each time she answered, "Qubool hai," with a quiet confidence that filled me with warmth. Then the maulvi turned to me. "Zaid bin Kareem, kya aapko yeh nikkah qubool hai, apne wali ki ijazat se, Fiza binti M...

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  Zaid's POV My jaw clenched as I glanced at my wristwatch, willing this meeting to end.  "Rally ke liye thoda aur paisa dena hoga. Wahan ke police walo ko Amit sambhal lega,"  one of the ministers continued, droning on about the upcoming elections. My attention drifted as I nodded and signed documents without much thought. "Ek baar dastawej dekh le ache se fir sign kar. Jaldi na kar,"  Rafiq bhaijaan’s firm grip on my wrist grounded me, breaking my impatient trance.  I took a few deep breaths, calming myself, though my mind kept wandering to her... my Fiza. It had been two weeks since that night. Her laughter, the warmth of her body, and the way she moaned the name she gave me were like an addiction.  Every night since then, I’d held her pussy close to my cock, unable to let her go.  I knew I should be more focused, but the memory of her kept pulling me back, haunting my thoughts. She hadn’t been able to walk for two days after first night, and I'd ev...

  Fiza's Pov  It had been a month since Wazir Sahib and I began meeting in secret. Our encounters were quiet—just sharing meals and exchanging silent looks.  No one had caught us yet, and neither of us had crossed any physical boundaries.  It was a strange kind of closeness.  Today, he left early due to the upcoming elections.  The stress had clearly taken a toll on him. He was working so hard these days, often coming to me exhausted, falling asleep with his head on my lap, or sometimes holding me in his arms.  Despite this growing comfort, I had insisted on sleeping in my own room. Though the bed was bigger now, allowing us to sleep together, I still feared getting caught if I moved to his room. "Yeh saare samaan ki vidhi hai. Ek bhi cheez bhulna mat," Zarine aunty said, handing me a list of groceries to buy.  The items were from a specific market a little further away, and I nodded, picking up my small brown tote bag as I prepared to head out. "...