The mirrors in Studio 4 were now clouded with the thin mist of Suhana’s frantic breathing. Vikram pulled back, his lund slick and angry, leaving her gasping on the edge of the leather table. But he didn't let her rest. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to slide off the table and sink to her knees on the cold marble floor.
"Module 1 khatam hua, Suhana. Wo toh sirf tumhari 'capacity' check karne ke liye tha," Vikram’s voice was like ice. "Ab shuru hota hai tumhara asli imtehaan. Ek biwi apne pati ko sirf jism deti hai, par ek 'expert' use apna ghulam banati hai. Aur uski shuruat tumhare is naram moonh se hoti hai."
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