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

[Naruto411]

As Layla settled into her car, the air conditioning hum soothing her heated skin, the weight of Mr. Verma’s suggestion sank in like a stone in her stomach. “Pregnant Layla,” she muttered under her breath, the bitterness curling her lips. The implication of his words wrapped around her mind, suffocating any semblance of freedom she had clung to. It was clear what he and Junior desired—an opportunity to relish in the idea of a pregnant woman, to indulge their twisted fantasies.
She placed her hand gently over her abdomen, feeling a pang of sadness. The desire to give her son a brother or sister flickered within her, but the truth was harsh: it was beyond her control. After everything she had endured, the idea of bringing another child into this chaotic world felt like a cruel joke. With her body no longer capable of sustaining a pregnancy, she could only dream of what might have been.
Just then, her phone buzzed to life, pulling her from her thoughts. The name on the screen made her stomach drop: Junior Verma. She hesitated for a moment, considering whether to answer, but she knew she had to play her part.
“Hi, Akka! We’ve just boarded the plane!” Junior's enthusiastic voice came through, bright and cheerful, which felt so out of place compared to her current mood.
“Hey,” Layla replied, her tone carefully measured. “How was your trip, did I your sister / mom make your day?”
“It was amazing! You should have came with us for a month if not for the media we would have sure not leave you until we made you pregnant . I wish you were there to enjoy it with us,” he said, oblivious to her inner turmoil.
“Yeah, well, maybe next time,” she said, forcing a smile even though he couldn’t see it. The title of “Akka” felt strange and uncomfortable, a reminder of the role she had to play, but it was necessary for her safety and her son’s future.
“You’re like a sister to me now , you know? At list for now later you will become play as my mother I can’t wait to show you around when you visit India!” Junior continued, his excitement palpable. “And don’t forget, you’ll always be welcome in our family.”
“Thanks, Junior. That means a lot,” Layla replied, a wave of fatigue washing over her. This charade felt exhausting, yet she couldn’t afford to let her guard down. “Just remember, I have my own life here, and I’m doing my best for my son.”
“Of course! You’re doing great! But just think about what we discussed earlier,” Junior urged, his voice turning serious for a moment. “We’ll always look out for you. That’s what family does.”
Layla bit her lip, the warmth of his words oddly comforting yet unsettling. She couldn’t help but feel a mix of gratitude and unease at their connection. This was a delicate dance, a balancing act between survival and sacrifice. “Yeah, I will,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “Just focus on your plans back in India. I’ll be fine.”
“Sure thing! Anyway, I just wanted to check in. Talk to you later, Akka!”
“Later, Junior,” she replied, her heart a mixture of heaviness and resolve.
As she ended the call, the reality of her situation settled back over her like a thick fog. She was entangled in a web of favors and expectations, all to secure a future for her son. Layla knew she had to navigate this treacherous path carefully, using every resource at her disposal to distance herself from Imran's grip.
Taking a deep breath, she felt the cum in between her legs giving her uncomfortable feeling she wished she just swallowed it as she did with junior verma but Mr. Verma was doing his own thing to get pregnant layla. This time he wants to keep her after the play so she can drink her milk as he pounds on her which he missed last time due to party meeting and rallies in Delhi. she started the engine and pulled away from the airport, the world rushing past her window as she steeled herself for whatever lay ahead.