Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Arab ne Srivalli ko bed par gently lete diya, uske baal open ho gaye the, cheeks pe soft tears ki chamak, lips thode parted. Room ka light warm aur dim tha, aur city ki neon glow unke chehre pe slow dance kar rahi thi.
Arab ne apne strong haathon se Srivalli ke body ko explore karna start kiya—pehle uska chin lift kiya, deep eye contact ke saath lips pe ek slow, wet kiss diya. Phir uski neckline pe soft bites liye, nape tak tongue slide karta gaya. Srivalli ki body mein thoda tension, lekin ab resistance khatam ho chuka tha.
Usne Srivalli ke red dress ke straps dheere-dheere utar diye, dress ko waist tak slide kar diya, boobs bare ho gaye. Arab ne uske boobs ko dono haathon se squeeze kiya, ek nipple ko lips me leke suck karna shuru kiya—deep, strong sucks, tongue se tease karta hua. Dusra haath uski bare thigh pe glide karta hua, dress ke neeche chala gaya.
Srivalli ki saanse tez ho gayi, mooh se halki moans—“Mmm… ahhh…”—nikalne lagi, aankhen kabhi band ho jaati, kabhi chhat ko dekhne lagti.
Arab ne thoda wild hoke, Srivalli ki dress completely nikal di, ab sirf uski panties thi. Usne apne lips uski tummy tak slide kiye, belly button pe linger kiya, aur fir panties ke upar se uski chut ko slow, rough rub kiya. Fir suddenly, panties bhi utar di, Srivalli puri nangi bed pe thi.
Usne Srivalli ki legs ko thoda wide kiya, apne haath uski thighs pe strong grip ke saath rakhe, aur apni beard wali jaw uski inner thighs pe rub karte hue, lips ko uski chut tak le gaya. Ek wild arabic style me, usne tongue se lick karna shuru kiya—kabhi fast, kabhi slow, deep circles banate hue, Srivalli ka body arch hone laga.
Srivalli (broken moans):
“Please… aaah… bas…”
Arab ne mooh uthaya, eyes me full control aur desire,
“Tonight, you’re my queen. Aur main tumhe poori tarah feel karwana chahta hoon.”
Phir usne apna lund nikala, strong grip ke saath, Srivalli ke upar aakar, uski chut pe rub kiya—fir ek strong, deep thrust ke saath andar daal diya. Srivalli ki body shock se hil gayi, mooh se wild moan nikla—“Aahhh!”—aur arab ne pure wild, raw rhythm me fuck karna start kiya. Kabhi uski legs upar fold karta, kabhi side me twist karta, kabhi usko utha ke apni godi me le leta.
Room me ab sirf skin ki slap sound, Srivalli ke loud moans, aur arab ki wild, masculine breathing gunj rahi thi. Kabhi usne Srivalli ke hands ko head ke upar pakad liya, kabhi uske boobs ko rough squeeze karta, kabhi lips par possessive bite deta.
Arab (whisper, wild tone):
“You’re mine tonight… sirf meri…”
Srivalli ab pura surrender thi, body poori tarah wild rhythm me, pleasure aur pain ka mix, tears bhi, lekin moans bhi. Arab usko har angle se, pure arabic style me, rough aur wild tarike se enjoy kar raha tha—ek raat, ek deal, ek dark memory jo Srivalli kabhi bhool nahi paayegi.




Arab ne bed ke side table se ek shimmering, sexy Arabic dress nikali—golden sheer fabric, deep cuts, kamar pe chain, aur ek royal princess-style crown. Usne Srivalli ko softly guide kiya,
"Habibti, wear this for me. Tonight, you're my desert queen."
Srivalli ne halki sharam ke saath, apni body par woh sheer Arabic dress pehni—dress ke neeche kuch nahi, bas golden chains aur fabric uske curves ko highlight kar rahe the. Usne crown apne balon me set kiya, ek dum Arabian princess jaisi lag rahi thi—eyes me ab bhi thoda nervousness, lekin ek royal shine.
Arab ne usko bed par fir se bithaya, dress ki chains ko side slide kiya, aur Srivalli ko doggy style me lita diya—her knees on the satin sheets, arms forward, back arched, crown uske baalon me glitter kar raha tha. Arab ne uski kamar ko strong grip se pakad ke, apna lund chut pe rub kiya, fir ek hi thrust me deep andar daal diya.
Srivalli ki mooh se loud, broken moan nikli—
“Aaaah… ohh…!”
Arab ne wild rhythm shuru ki—deep, powerful thrusts, kabhi slow aur tease karte, kabhi fast aur rough.
“Yes… that’s it, habibti… you were made for this…”
Uski voice me possessiveness aur nasha tha.
Srivalli ka guilt dheere-dheere melt hone laga—uski body ab pleasure aur thrill me surrender ho gayi thi. Moans ab aur heavy ho gayi,
“Oh god… yesss… deeper… please!”
Arab ne uski back pe slow kisses diye, kabhi uski kamar pe chain ko pull karta, kabhi hair ko grab karta,
“You’re my princess tonight… meri desert queen… so wild, so sweet…”
Fir usne Srivalli ko flip kiya—missionary position me, legs wide, dress ab thodi slide ho chuki thi, boobs aur crown dono shine kar rahe the. Arab ne ek hand se uski thighs ko pakad ke, dusre haath se boobs squeeze kiye, aur aur bhi hard thrusts ke saath andar jaane laga.
Room me ab sirf slapping sound, wild breathing, aur Srivalli ki heavy, hungry moans thi.
Srivalli ki aankhen ab pleasure se band thi, uske lips parted, body arch hoti ja rahi thi.
“Harder… don’t stop… yeh… aaah…”
Arab ne usko fir princess crown pakad ke, uske lips pe deep kiss diya, fir usko cowgirl style me upar la diya. Srivalli ab khud Arab ki lund pe ride kar rahi thi—ab uski guilt puri tarah gayab ho gayi thi, ab sirf pleasure aur thrill tha.
Arab ne uski kamar ko hold kiya,
“Ride me, queen… show me your wild side!”
Srivalli ne khud ko pura aazad chhod diya, wild rhythm me, moaning, heavy breathing, pure surrender aur pleasure ke saath—ek Arabian raat, ek wild memory jo uski body aur dimaag pe hamesha ke liye nasha chhod gayi.
Room ab sirf unke moans, skin slap, aur pleasure ki wild awaazon se goonj raha tha. Srivalli, ek raat ke liye, apne sab dard aur guilt se pare, sirf apne pleasure aur freedom me jee rahi thi.






Arab ka speed ab wild ho gaya—thrusts deep, fast, aur pure animalistic. Srivalli ab loud moan kar rahi thi, bed ki satin sheets uske nails se crumple ho gayi thi.
“Yes, habibti… yahi… ohhh!”
Arab ne ek last, powerful thrust ke saath pura climax Srivalli ke andar kiya. Srivalli ka body ab poori tarah se tired, breathless, aur trembling thi.
Arab thodi der tak uske upar leaned raha, heavy breathing ke saath, fir gently uski chin lift ki,
“Princess, now clean your king.”
Uski awaaz me ek royal, possessive command thi.
Srivalli dheere-dheere uthi, ab poori tarah nangi, golden crown ab bhi baalon me, body pe har jagah wild marks aur sticky cum ka nasha tha. Usne Arab ka lund gently apne haath me liya, apni jeeb se saaf karna shuru kiya—slow, sensual licks, tongue se base se tip tak sab kuch clean karti rahi, jaise ek obedient Arabic princess ho. Arab uski taraf dekh kar satisfied smile karta raha, uske baalon me fingers chalata hua.
Saaf karne ke baad, Srivalli thak kar bed pe gir gayi—nangi, exhausted, skin pe unknown man ka cum, breath ab bhi fast, aankhen half-closed, body sticky, lekin ab uski aankhon me sirf surrender aur ek ajeeb si sukoon thi. Room me ab sirf city lights ka glow, aur Srivalli ki silent, broken breath gunj rahi thi—ek aisi raat jo uske dil pe hamesha ke liye chhap gayi.



Srivalli nangi bed par leeti thi, uske baal khule, body pe abhi bhi Arab ke wild night ka asar, skin par red marks aur sticky wetness, aankhen ceiling par—dil mein ek ajeeb si khaali, thak chuki feeling.
Uske andar ka guilt, pain, aur broken dignity ek saath surface pe aa raha tha.
“Main kaun ho gayi hoon? Kal tak sirf Pushpa ki sharmili, loyal patni thi… aaj ek anjaane aadmi ke bed par, kisi ki possession, kisi ki trophy ban gayi hoon…”
Aankhon se silent tears nikal aaye, cheek pe roll ho gaye. Srivalli ne apne haath se unhe pochne ki bhi koshish nahi ki—wo thak chuki thi, shayad ek pal ke liye apne dard ko feel karne de rahi thi.
Lekin fir bhi, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si himmat thi—“Mujhe ye sab bardasht karna hi padega. Pushpa ke liye, uski zindagi ke liye, main apna sab kuch qurbaan kar sakti hoon.”
Arab uske paas chadar par let kar, raat ki light mein uski bare body ko quietly admire kar raha tha. Uska haath Srivalli ke bare thighs pe slide ho raha tha, phir dheere se uski pussy ke upar, jaise apni possession ko fir se claim kar raha ho. Srivalli ki aankhen ab bhi moist thi, lekin body ne resistance chhod diya tha, ab sirf ek broken surrender bacha tha.
Arab ne uski pussy ko slow, teasing touch diya, kabhi thumb se clit ko rub karta, kabhi fingers se fold trace karta—ek possessive, calm authority ke saath, jaise uska haq ho. Srivalli ne aankhen band ki, halki si trembling breath ke saath, ek pal ke liye apne aap ko us darkness me kho diya.
Room me ab sirf city ki soft neon glow thi, Srivalli ke tears, aur ek new reality—ek raat, ek sacrifice, ek majboori...
But somewhere deep inside, Srivalli ab bhi apne Pushpa ke liye strong rehne ki kasam khud se dohra rahi thi.

Arab ne apni elbows bed par rakh ke Srivalli ki taraf dekha, eyes me fir se desire chamak uthi thi. Uska haath ab bhi uski bare thighs par tha, kabhi kabhi uski pussy ke upar light stroke karta hua. Usne thoda chest expand karke, ek proud, royal tone mein boast karna shuru kiya:
Arab (smirking, royal attitude):
“Do you know who I am, habibti? I am not just a businessman. I am a prince—pure blood, royal lineage. Mere jaise logon ke paas power hai, paisa hai, aur sab kuch control mein hai. Aur mujhe tum jaisi women bohot pasand hain—beautiful, wild, real.”
Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye aankhen band ki, tears ab bhi moist the, lekin ab uski soch shift ho rahi thi. Usne andar hi andar socha,
“Yahi mauka hai. Pushpa ki zindagi ke liye mujhe kuch bhi karna padega. Ye prince, ye uske dosto ka circle… agar maine unko apni taraf kar liya, toh mujhe support mil sakta hai. Ye log powerful hain, sirf mujhe apna sab kuch daav par lagana hoga…”
Uski aankhon me thoda dard ab bhi tha, lekin us dard ke neeche ab ek nayi himmat bhi jag gayi thi—ek plan. Srivalli ne Arab ki taraf thoda bold eye contact banaya, lips pe halki si mysterious smile laayi, body ko thoda confidently stretch kiya, jaise ab wo bhi is khel ka hissa ho.
Srivalli (soft but determined voice):
“Prince, aap jaise powerful log ke saath raat guzarna kisi bhi aurat ke liye sapne jaisa hai. Shayad main bhi aapko kuch naya sikha sakti hoon…”
Arab uski new confidence aur charm pe clearly impressed tha. Uski aankhon me excitement aur possessive pride aur bhi strong ho gayi.
Ab Srivalli ne apne dard ko ek weapon bana liya tha—apni body, apna charm, apni vulnerability. Ab uska plan tha ki is prince ke through, aur iske powerful network se, woh Pushpa ko bachane ki poori koshish karegi.
“Ab main kamzor nahi, is game ki player banungi—Pushpa ke liye, apne future ke liye.”
Raat ab ek nayi direction me ja rahi thi—aur Srivalli, ab poori tarah ready thi apne dard ko power mein badalne ke liye.

Srivalli ne andar hi andar apna plan tayar kiya. Ab usne guilt aur bechaini ko thoda side rakh diya aur apni aankhon me ek nayi chamak, ek nayi confidence laayi. Usne Arab prince ki taraf dheere se dekha, apni aankhen uski aankhon se milayi—iss baar koi sharm nahi, bas ek soft, seductive smile.
Bed par naked bethi, usne apni body thodi stretch ki, apni bare thighs pe ungli se halka sa circle banate hue, jaise apne aap ko invite kar rahi ho. Prince ka gaze uski body pe stuck ho gaya—uska interest ab aur badh gaya tha.
Srivalli ne apne balon ko dheere se shoulder se peeche kiya, aur thoda close hoke prince ke chest par apne soft lips se ek gentle kiss diya. Phir uske ear ke paas jaake, thoda seductive, thoda broken voice me boli,
“You like women who surrender to you, right? Toh aaj main poori tarah sirf tumhari hoon… jaise tum chaho, jaisa tum chaho.”
Usne prince ke hand ko apne chest pe le jaakar gently press kar diya, aur apne lips se uski jawline pe slow kisses dene lagi. Body ko soft, seductive movements me twist karti, kabhi uski thighs ko apne legs se squeeze karti, kabhi lips se uski neck pe playful bites deti—uski aankhon me ab sirf ek nasha tha.
Prince ab poori tarah Srivalli ki wild, bold adaaon me kho gaya—uska haath ab Srivalli ki back, waist, aur hips pe freely move kar raha tha, voice me deep desire,
“You’re truly a rare beauty, my queen. I can give you anything you want.”
Srivalli ne dheere se uske ear me whisper kiya,
“Bas ek cheez chahiye… mera Pushpa safe ho. Tumhara saara nasha, saara haq—main tumhe sab kuch de dungi.”
Ab Srivalli ka seduction plan kaam kar raha tha—wo prince ke ego, uski power aur desire ko poora ignite kar rahi thi, uski adaaon, touch, aur surrender se.
Room me ab ek naya game shuru ho gaya tha—jahan Srivalli apne husn aur himmat se apna haq, apna deal, aur Pushpa ki zindagi ko bachane ke liye poori tarah se ready thi.

Srivalli ne ab apni aankhon mein pure seduction bhar li, guilt aur hesitation sab side mein rakh diya. Arab prince ke saamne wo ab ek bold, wild lover thi—apna plan poora focus ke saath chala rahi thi.
Prince ne apna lund nikaala, hard and throbbing, uske chehre ke samne. Srivalli ne bina ek second soche, uski eyes mein deep eye contact banate hue, slow motion mein uska lund apne lips ke beech le liya.
Pehle tip ko slow, teasing licks—tongue se circle banate hue, phir dheere-dheere pure shaft ko mouth mein le liya. Uska hand prince ke thighs pe, lips tight grip mein, tongue se sab kuch wet aur slippery bana diya.
She sucked him deep, slow, lekin har motion mein ek wild passion thi—kabhi fast, kabhi slow, kabhi tip pe tongue se tease karti, kabhi pura deep throat le leti. Prince ka haath Srivalli ke baalon mein, thoda push karta, thoda stroke karta—lekin Srivalli ab poori tarah se control mein thi.
Uski mooh se wet, sloppy sounds nikal rahi thi, eyes prince ki aankhon mein, uske pleasure ka thrill dekhti hui. Har time wo deep jaati, uska lund uske throat tak chala jata, prince ki body shiver kar uthti.
Prince, jo ab tak duniya ki har luxury enjoy kar chuka tha, Srivalli ki yeh wild, hungry blowjob se literally addicted ho gaya.
“Oh god… Srivalli… I’ve never… you’re something else…”
Uske lips se bas groans, breathless moans, aur wild pleasure ke sounds nikal rahe the.
Srivalli ne ab apni speed badha di—wild, fast, thoda messy, saliva uske lips aur chin pe, lekin uske eyes mein ek victorious nasha tha. Pushpa ke liye… main yeh bhi kar sakti hoon.
Prince ka body tense ho gaya, ab wo almost lose control hone ko tha—Srivalli ki talent, uski wildness, aur uska pure surrender dekh kar prince fully addicted ho chuka tha.
Room mein ab sirf skin slap, wet sucking sound, aur prince ke moans gunj rahe the—Srivalli ab har kisam se us prince ko apni control mein kar chuki thi.

Srivalli ab aur bhi bold ho gayi. Blowjob ke baad, usne prince ki aankhon me deep seductive look diya, aur apne lips se uska lund slow kiss karte hue, body ko thoda side twist kiya.
Ab wo apna naked ass uske lund pe gently rub karne lagi—pehle thoda slow, teasing motion me, fir thoda fast, jaise prince ko pura crazy karna ho. Uska soft, round ass prince ke lund pe glide karta, kabhi tip ko apne folds ke beech press karti, kabhi thoda upar slide kar deti. Prince ki saans aur tez ho gayi, aankhon me wild hunger aane laga.
Srivalli ke dimaag me ek pal ke liye guilt aayi, yeh toh ab tak sirf Pushpa ke liye sacred tha… lekin aaj main sab kuch daav pe laga rahi hoon, sirf Pushpa ke liye, is prince ko apna sab kuch de rahi hoon.
Usne softly, thoda whisper karte hue prince ke ear me kaha,
“Aaj raat sab kuch tumhara hai… even woh cheez jo abhi tak kisi ko nahi mili… aaj tum mere liye sab kuch ho.”
Prince ne Srivalli ke waist ko tight pakad liya, uska lund ab uske ass ke beech rub ho raha tha, aur uski eyes me full possessive victory thi. Srivalli ab poori tarah surrender thi—apne sabse sacred part ko bhi prince ke liye ready kar rahi thi.
Ab us raat, Srivalli ka ass bhi us prince ki property ban gaya—aur Srivalli ne apne dard, guilt, aur love sab kuch Pushpa ki freedom ke liye daav par laga diya.


Prince ne apna lund Srivalli ke tight hole ke upar position kiya, thoda sa pressure daala toh Srivalli ka body automatically tense ho gaya. Uski aankhon mein pain aur excitement ka mix tha. Prince ne ek hand se uski kamar pakad li, dusre se apne lund ko guide karta hua dheere se uske andar daalna start kiya.
Pehle tip andar jaate hi Srivalli ke mooh se ek sharp, broken moan nikli—
"Ahhh… oh god… dard ho raha hai…"
Uske liye yeh experience bilkul naya aur intense tha. Prince ka lund dheere-dheere poora andar chala gaya—Srivalli ki body stretch hoti hui, aankhen tightly band, lips par pain aur surrender ka nasha.
Prince ki saans tez ho gayi, lips se pleasure ka groan nikal aaya—
"Ohhh… so tight… yeh toh bilkul next level hai…"
Kuch seconds ke liye Prince ne dheere dheere thrust kiya, Srivalli ka body adjust hone laga, pain dheere dheere pleasure mein badalne laga. Srivalli ne halki moaning ke saath prince ke waist ko pakad liya—
"Aah… thoda dheere…"
Lekin Prince ab control mein nahi tha. Usne apni speed badha di, ab har thrust deep aur wild tha.
"Yesss… Srivalli… you feel amazing…!"
Room mein ab skin ki slap sound, Srivalli ki painful but needy moans, aur prince ki wild breathing goonj rahi thi. Srivalli ab pain aur pleasure ke beech lost thi—uska ass prince ke lund se pura stretch ho raha tha, mooh se aawazein nikal rahi thi,
"Ohhh… ahh… please… slow… aahh…"
Prince ab pura enjoy kar raha tha—uske liye yeh raat, Srivalli ka body, uska goal… sab kuch ek nayi fantasy ban gaya tha.

Prince ne Srivalli ki kamar ko dono haathon se tight pakad liya, uska lund ab poora uske andar tha—pehli baar ka wild, forbidden feeling dono ke faces pe likha tha. Srivalli ka ass abhi bhi stretch ho raha tha, uski body thodi trembling, eyes tightly band, lips parted, saans tez ho gayi thi.
Prince ne dheere-dheere thrust karna start kiya—pehle slow, jaise usko feel kar raha ho, uski tightness ko enjoy karta hua. Srivalli ki aankhon me abhi bhi thoda dard tha, har movement par uske lips se ek broken moan nikal jati thi,
“Aahh… mmm… thoda dheere… please…”
Lekin Prince ki excitement badh rahi thi. Usne apna speed badha diya, ab har thrust deep aur fast tha. Srivalli ke hips bed ke satin sheets pe slide ho rahe the, uska ass Prince ke lund ke forceful thrusts par echo kar raha tha—room mein wet slapping ki awaaz, prince ki wild breathing, aur Srivalli ki helpless, mixed moans:
“Oh god… ohh… ahhh…”
Prince apni fantasy mein pura lost ho gaya—ek hand se usne Srivalli ke hair ko pakad liya, dusre se uski back pe slide karta hua, uske shoulder ko thoda nibble kiya.
“Tum sach mein meri wildest dream ho… itni tight… so hot… Srivalli…”
Srivalli ka body ab dheere-dheere adjust hone laga, pain ab pleasure mein melt hone laga. Uski aankhon me tears ab bhi the, lekin body ab surrender kar chuki thi. Kabhi Prince slow karta, kabhi fir se speed up kar deta, har thrust ke saath Srivalli ki moaning aur wild ho jati.
Prince ne apni finger Srivalli ke clit pe gently rub karni shuru ki—taaki uska pain kam ho aur pleasure aur intense ho jaaye. Srivalli ne apne hips thoda push back kiye, ab uska mooh khula tha, eyes pleasure se half-closed,
“Haan… please… aur… ahh…”
Prince ab ek dum wild ho gaya—deep, fast thrusts, kabhi Srivalli ke ass ko slap karta, kabhi uski back ko lick karta, kabhi uske ear me hot breath ke saath whisper karta,
“You’re mine… sirf meri…”



Arab prince ab poori raat Srivalli ko enjoy kar raha tha—kabhi usko wild doggy style mein, kabhi missionary, kabhi uski thighs ko wide kar ke deep thrusts ke saath, kabhi apni lap par bitha kar uske boobs ko squeeze karta hua. Har angle, har position, har bold fantasy prince us par try kar raha tha.
Srivalli bhi, ab pura surrender ho chuki thi. Kabhi wo pain, kabhi pleasure, kabhi deep moaning, kabhi soft sighs—lekin Prince ko full support kar rahi thi, jaise uski fantasy ki real-life rani ho. Wo prince ko tightly hug karti, apne nails uske back par chalati, kabhi uski aankhon me aankhen daal kar passionate kiss deti, kabhi uski body ko aise twist karti ki Prince aur wild ho jaye.
Prince ki awaaz bar-bar goonj rahi thi,
“Habibti, you are amazing… tum jaisi aurat maine kabhi nahi dekhi. You make me crazy…”
Room me skin slap, wild moans, aur messy pleasure ki awaaz raat bhar gunjti rahi. Prince kabhi uski pussy, kabhi ass, kabhi boobs, kabhi lips—har jagah Srivalli ko pura possessive style me claim karta raha.
Finally, poori raat ke baad, jab dono thak kar gir gaye, Prince ne Srivalli ko apni baahon me khinch liya. Srivalli ab totally exhausted, messy, aur sticky thi, lekin Prince ke strong arms me safe feel kar rahi thi.
Uske chehre pe half-smile thi, aankhen bandh, body ab sirf Prince ki warm hug me relax ho gayi. Prince ne uske forehead pe soft kiss diya,
“Tonight, you are truly mine…”

Subah hone par, Srivalli abhi bhi bed par thi, body thodi sore, lekin aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi. Prince ne fresh hot shower leke, royal style mein ek velvet box uske paas laya. Box kholte hi usme wahi royal crown tha, jo raat bhar Srivalli ke baalon mein tha, aur ek sparkling diamond necklace.
Prince ne gentle smile ke saath woh crown Srivalli ke baalon par fir se set kiya, aur necklace uski neck me pehna diya,
“Aaj se yeh tumhari pehchaan hai, meri raat ki rani.”
Srivalli ne prince ki aankhon me dekha, ek pal ke liye guilt aur majboori sab kuch bhool gayi. Usne slow, passionate kiss prince ke lips par diya—full surrender aur gratitude ke saath. Kiss ke baad usne prince ke haath ko softly hold kiya, uski aankhon me thankfulness aur ek nayi umeed thi.
Prince ne apni pocket se ek gold-plated card nikala, uspar apna personal number likh kar Srivalli ke haath me de diya,
“This is my direct number. Agar tumhe kabhi bhi kuch chahiye, ya help chahiye—just call me. No questions, no limits.”
Phir prince ne uske forehead pe ek soft kiss diya, aur slow steps me royal suite se bahar chala gaya, apne guards ko signal karte hue.
Srivalli ab bed par crown aur diamond necklace ke saath bethi thi—ek raat ne uski zindagi aur taqdeer dono badal diye the. Aur ab uske haath me ek naya power tha—prince ka personal number, ek silent promise ke saath.