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### A Painful Memory
Layla on her bed with her pillow between her legs and her hips moving subconsciously her wet private parts rubbing against the fabric of silk pillow , her mind drifting back to a day in India that still haunted her dreams. It was a sultry afternoon when the politician, a man named Mr. Verma, had visited Imran’s office under the guise of business. The way he had looked at her made her skin crawl, his gaze lingering on her burgeoning belly like a predator assessing its prey.
“Ah, Layla,” he had said with a smirk, his voice smooth but dripping with an unsettling excitement. “You’re radiant. There’s something about a pregnant woman that’s… intoxicating.”
She remembered the way he leaned closer, brushing a finger against her round belly as if he were tracing the outline of a prize possession. The touch felt invasive, yet oddly reverent, and it sent a wave of nausea through her.
### An Uneasy Flirtation
“Do you know,” he continued, his voice low and conspiratorial, “that pregnancy enhances a woman’s allure? It’s like a secret power you hold. You’re in a unique position, you know. A woman like you can have any man wrapped around her finger.”
Layla's stomach turned at the insinuation. This man, a political heavyweight, spoke about her like an object, reducing her to a mere trophy for his enjoyment.
“Isn’t it fascinating?” he had mused, eyes glinting with a mix of lust and ambition. “Men desire what they can’t have, and a pregnant woman is the ultimate prize. You see, I have a kink for it. There's something about the vulnerability that makes the whole experience electrifying.”
His words had pierced through her, a jagged reminder of her own lack of agency. The way he had talked about her pregnancy as if it were a game left her feeling stripped of dignity, like an animal being bred for the sole purpose of producing offspring.
### A Day of Degradation
As the day wore on, Layla found herself trapped in a twisted charade. Mr. Verma had taken her out for lunch, and their conversations had been riddled with thinly veiled propositions. He had reached across the table, his fingers brushing against her wrist, sending shivers down her spine.
“You know, Layla,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips, “you could use this condition to your advantage. Your beauty, paired with the allure of impending motherhood, can open so many doors. You’re more powerful than you realize.”
At that moment, she had felt everything inside her crumble. The illusion of power was just that—an illusion. Every flirtation, every touch, only served to deepen her sense of entrapment. She felt less like a woman and more like a commodity, something to be bartered and traded.
When he leaned in to whisper about his desires, the final straw broke. “Imagine the things we could do together, how I could make you feel. You’d be surprised how many men find pregnancy irresistible. It’s thrilling, really. Just imagine being the center of attention, the object of desire.”
### A New Resolve
That day, she had pledged herself to the life growing within her. As Mr. Verma’s hands roamed and his words dripped with anticipation, she had felt a fierce protective instinct rise within her. The baby kicked, a reminder that there was something worth living for, something that anchored her to the world.
“Every kick is a reason to keep going,” she whispered to herself, feeling her resolve strengthen. The thought of ending her life had crossed her mind, but the baby stopped her every time, reminding her of the hope that still existed.
---
### Present Day: A New Role
Layla shook herself free from the memories, pulling herself back to the present. The past was a weight she carried, but today, she had to play her part. She got up from bed, steeling herself for the day ahead.
As she dressed, she chose an outfit that accentuated her curves—something that would draw attention, just as Imran had instructed. She slipped into a form-fitting dress that hugged her body in all the right places, a seductive color that would make Rashid take notice.
### A Calculated Entrance
Before she headed to the office, she took a deep breath, reminding herself of the game she was playing. Rashid was nothing but a pawn in a much larger scheme, and zainab and imran the one at high table
As she entered the office, she spotted Rashid sitting behind his desk, looking at his phone. The moment he looked up, she felt a familiar rush of adrenaline.
“Layla,” he greeted, his eyes widening as they roamed over her figure.
“Good morning, Rashid,” she replied sweetly, letting a playful smile dance on her lips.
As the day unfolded, Layla knew she had to remain sharp, to navigate the intricacies of her interactions with him while still holding on to the slivers of her dignity. She settled under his desk, feeling the tension between them build as she prepared for the games that would unfold.
With each moment, she reminded herself of her ultimate goal: to protect her child and secure a future that would no longer be dictated by the whims of men like Imran and Rashid. Today, she would play the role of a compliant plaything, but tomorrow, she would reclaim her power and freedom.
Layla on her bed with her pillow between her legs and her hips moving subconsciously her wet private parts rubbing against the fabric of silk pillow , her mind drifting back to a day in India that still haunted her dreams. It was a sultry afternoon when the politician, a man named Mr. Verma, had visited Imran’s office under the guise of business. The way he had looked at her made her skin crawl, his gaze lingering on her burgeoning belly like a predator assessing its prey.
“Ah, Layla,” he had said with a smirk, his voice smooth but dripping with an unsettling excitement. “You’re radiant. There’s something about a pregnant woman that’s… intoxicating.”
She remembered the way he leaned closer, brushing a finger against her round belly as if he were tracing the outline of a prize possession. The touch felt invasive, yet oddly reverent, and it sent a wave of nausea through her.
### An Uneasy Flirtation
“Do you know,” he continued, his voice low and conspiratorial, “that pregnancy enhances a woman’s allure? It’s like a secret power you hold. You’re in a unique position, you know. A woman like you can have any man wrapped around her finger.”
Layla's stomach turned at the insinuation. This man, a political heavyweight, spoke about her like an object, reducing her to a mere trophy for his enjoyment.
“Isn’t it fascinating?” he had mused, eyes glinting with a mix of lust and ambition. “Men desire what they can’t have, and a pregnant woman is the ultimate prize. You see, I have a kink for it. There's something about the vulnerability that makes the whole experience electrifying.”
His words had pierced through her, a jagged reminder of her own lack of agency. The way he had talked about her pregnancy as if it were a game left her feeling stripped of dignity, like an animal being bred for the sole purpose of producing offspring.
### A Day of Degradation
As the day wore on, Layla found herself trapped in a twisted charade. Mr. Verma had taken her out for lunch, and their conversations had been riddled with thinly veiled propositions. He had reached across the table, his fingers brushing against her wrist, sending shivers down her spine.
“You know, Layla,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips, “you could use this condition to your advantage. Your beauty, paired with the allure of impending motherhood, can open so many doors. You’re more powerful than you realize.”
At that moment, she had felt everything inside her crumble. The illusion of power was just that—an illusion. Every flirtation, every touch, only served to deepen her sense of entrapment. She felt less like a woman and more like a commodity, something to be bartered and traded.
When he leaned in to whisper about his desires, the final straw broke. “Imagine the things we could do together, how I could make you feel. You’d be surprised how many men find pregnancy irresistible. It’s thrilling, really. Just imagine being the center of attention, the object of desire.”
### A New Resolve
That day, she had pledged herself to the life growing within her. As Mr. Verma’s hands roamed and his words dripped with anticipation, she had felt a fierce protective instinct rise within her. The baby kicked, a reminder that there was something worth living for, something that anchored her to the world.
“Every kick is a reason to keep going,” she whispered to herself, feeling her resolve strengthen. The thought of ending her life had crossed her mind, but the baby stopped her every time, reminding her of the hope that still existed.
---
### Present Day: A New Role
Layla shook herself free from the memories, pulling herself back to the present. The past was a weight she carried, but today, she had to play her part. She got up from bed, steeling herself for the day ahead.
As she dressed, she chose an outfit that accentuated her curves—something that would draw attention, just as Imran had instructed. She slipped into a form-fitting dress that hugged her body in all the right places, a seductive color that would make Rashid take notice.
### A Calculated Entrance
Before she headed to the office, she took a deep breath, reminding herself of the game she was playing. Rashid was nothing but a pawn in a much larger scheme, and zainab and imran the one at high table
As she entered the office, she spotted Rashid sitting behind his desk, looking at his phone. The moment he looked up, she felt a familiar rush of adrenaline.
“Layla,” he greeted, his eyes widening as they roamed over her figure.
“Good morning, Rashid,” she replied sweetly, letting a playful smile dance on her lips.
As the day unfolded, Layla knew she had to remain sharp, to navigate the intricacies of her interactions with him while still holding on to the slivers of her dignity. She settled under his desk, feeling the tension between them build as she prepared for the games that would unfold.
With each moment, she reminded herself of her ultimate goal: to protect her child and secure a future that would no longer be dictated by the whims of men like Imran and Rashid. Today, she would play the role of a compliant plaything, but tomorrow, she would reclaim her power and freedom.
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On going
a loving daughter spandana
completed
art by muskan&slaman
aisha - yes lady
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