Thriller Is money, sex and revenge such things that makes humans animals ?

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A Proposition in the Office

The morning sun streamed through the glass windows of Rashid Khan’s office, casting a warm glow over the plush furnishings and sleek decor. Rashid sat behind his mahogany desk, a satisfied smile plastered across his face as he reviewed some paperwork. Layla, his secretary, had just entered the room, her presence electrifying the air around him.

As she approached, a playful glint in her eyes, Rashid felt the familiar rush of desire. They had shared many stolen moments in this very office, each encounter igniting a fire that was hard to extinguish. Today, however, he was in a daring mood.

“Layla,” he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, “I’ve been thinking… what if we made this arrangement more official? Would you consider being my second wife?”


To his surprise, Layla’s expression shifted from playful to startled, her eyes widening. “Rashid, I—”

“Wait,” he interrupted, his heart racing at the unexpected turn. “You don’t have to answer right away. I just thought it might be a way to—”

“No,” she said firmly, her tone cutting through the air like a knife. “I can’t do that.”

Rashid blinked in confusion, unsure of how to process her response. “Why not? I thought you enjoyed what we have.”

Layla stepped closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “The thrill, Rashid, the excitement. If we were to marry, it would change everything. The fire would cool down.” She paused, searching his eyes. “I like the way it is now—the secrecy, the thrill of it all. I want you to treat me as your illegitimate plaything, at your disposal. That’s where the real pleasure lies.”



Rashid felt a mixture of disappointment and intrigue. “So you want to keep it… casual?”

“Exactly,” she continued, her voice dripping with seduction. “You should pamper Zainab more, shower her with affection at home. Treat her like the queen you’ve always wanted her to be. That way, you can enjoy your time with me here, away from the domestic life. It’s all about fooling her, isn’t it?”

Rashid’s mind raced, caught between his attraction to Layla and the implications of her words. “But why would you want to be my secret?”

Layla smiled slyly, her gaze steady. “Because, Rashid, it keeps the excitement alive. And I have my own reasons for wanting to keep things as they are. This isn’t about being tied down to a title; it’s about the thrill of what we share.”

The Invisible Strings

Unknown to Rashid, Layla’s new mindset was orchestrated by Imran. He had been in contact with her, advising her on how to navigate this intricate web. Zainab, feeling the pressure of her own entanglement with Imran, had requested this arrangement to ensure Rashid stayed focused on contracts and business. Layla’s role was pivotal; she would be the distraction Rashid needed to keep his attention away from Zainab’s growing independence.

“Just think about it,” Layla urged, stepping back and giving him space. “You can have both worlds—the wife who fits the part and the lover who brings the excitement. It’s a perfect arrangement.”

As Rashid sat back in his chair, he couldn’t help but feel the tension pulling him in two different directions. Layla was right about the excitement, but he was also haunted by his distant relationship with Zainab. Little did he know, Layla was playing a long game, ensuring that her ties with Imran remained hidden while she enjoyed the duality of her role in Rashid’s life.


With a final playful smile, Layla turned to leave, her hips swaying slightly as she walked away. Rashid watched her go, the whirlwind of emotions swirling in his mind. The excitement of their encounters was intoxicating, but the complexities of his life were becoming increasingly tangled.

He leaned back in his chair, the weight of his choices pressing down on him. Rashid was entangled in a web of his own making, unaware that each thread he pulled could lead to further complications in his already chaotic life.