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...
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