Fictional book name "WANTED ||18+"

  1 year later.  **Dalia’s POV**   “Zyada hansi aa rahi hai?”   I bit my lip, trying to stifle the laughter bubbling inside me.  His grumpy expression and narrowed eyes were priceless. Shaking my head in reply, I glanced away to avoid his piercing gaze.   There he was—the don, the most feared and powerful man in the country, my husband—reduced to sitting sulking in the corner of the room on a couch. No throne-like aura, no commanding presence. Just a husband wearing an adorably irritated scowl.   The reason for his foul mood? Our two-month-old daughter, Fatima.  She had recently developed a curious habit: crying whenever he came close while I fed her. His larger-than-life presence seemed to unsettle her, but instead of being upset, it only made me laugh harder at how helpless it left him.   Nestled under my dupatta, Fatima contentedly suckled my nipple, her tiny fists clutching at the fabric. The soft cooing sounds sh...

  **Rafiq's pov** 1 month later  "Ahhhh ummmm koii aa jayega ahhhh ahhhh" she moaned and while her legs curled on my shoulder  "Tum esse awaze nikalogi toh ahhhhh koii sun hi lega ahhhh baby ummmm" i groaned feeling her warm cunt surrounding my cock.  "Ahhhh pura nahiii ummm aahhhh mai chal nahi payungi ahhhh ahhhh rafiq!!" She said scratching my arm with her painted nails.  "Yahi toh chahta hu mai ahhhh fir sab ko pata chalega ki tum meri randi hoo ahhhhh mere lund se chudwati ho khud ko ahhhhh my slut!!!" I increased my pace kissed her lips to taste her in five o clock of morning.  She cummed for third time since I sneaked in her personal room. My family had given her a separate room and restricted me to meet her personally in a room because according to them she was on path of being an independent woman now.  Her College had started few weeks back and they had given her independence.  But they didn't know that my cock was now slave of ...

  **Rafiq's POV** The morning air was clean as I woke up earlier than usual, leaving my sweet babydoll curled up against me, snug like a tiny, innocent puppy.  She murmured something incoherent in her sleep, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight.  My world, my peace, rested right there in my arms.   Quietly slipping out of bed, I draped the blanket over her and headed out to check the security around the haveli.  It was a necessity these days, especially after the deals I had shut down yesterday—deals that had wounded the egos of powerful men.   As I exited the room, I spotted Zaid sneaking into his room, the faintest hint of tiredness on his face. His disheveled appearance and the delicate trace of perfume lingering in the air spoke volumes. Zaid was not one to be swayed by women, yet there was something different about him today. His eyes held a spark—wild, untamed desires beneath his calm exterior.   I gave him a knowing nod as h...

  ***Rafiq's pov*** The haveli was alive, a grand celebration was organised, clinking glasses, and the constant buzz of conversation flowing in. Business associates mingled with familiar family faces, all lost in the celebration. The chandeliers sparkled and laughs mingled.  I leaned against the carved pillar, swirling the non-alcoholic drink in my glass.  My eyes, however, were fixed on the true jewel of the evening—my babydoll. She was draped in a stunning blue gown, the fabric flowing like a river alike trail around her. Her smile was steady, charming everyone around her, but her steps—her steps were slow, almost deliberate. She looked… tired.   I couldn’t help the smirk that curled my lips. I knew why. The memories of last night’s escapades flashed in my mind. “Kya pata, office mein jo kiya uski wajah se thak gayi ho" I thought, the grin deepening. Or maybe it was what happened during lunch. Or dinner.  Sex. We did it yesterday, all along. Mostly, I was...