He walked into the bar like he owned half of Mumbai, confidence spilling off him like expensive perfume. One glance from those sharp, kohl-dark eyes and my heartbeat stumbled. He didn’t smile—just tilted his head, as if deciding whether I was worth his attention. And the way he looked at me… it felt like a challenge wrapped in velvet. Trouble, definitely. The irresistible kind.
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I AM A SLUTTY SUGAR BABY











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