She came to wash away the past.
He came to get dirty.
Between fresh linen and flickering lights, two strangers tumble into something hot, unexpected... and impossible to rinse out.
Ten chapters. One laundry room. Endless heat.
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"She wasn't made for one. She was born to be craved by five." She ran from one hell, only to land in another. Now they call her Malika-e-Jaan - the queen men kneel for, but never touch. Five men want her. Crave her. Would sin for her. But she's not a prize to be claimed. She is desire wrapped in scars - and each of them will learn: Loving her means surviving her.
Genre: Taboo erotica Nira is 23. Barely old enough to rent a car, but more than old enough to wreck a man's world. She doesn't believe in love-only in how good it feels when someone forgets their name between her thighs. She plays with pleasure like it's silk between her fingers-slow, dangerous, addictive. Enter Kian, 37. All salt-and-shadow, ten steps ahead of everyone-until Nira. He's used to control. Older, experienced, dominant. But she's chaos wrapped in lace. She whispers "Daddy" with a smirk, then pulls him into places he's too smart to go-but too hard to resist. She teases. He commands. She obeys-until she doesn't. Their game is filthy, wrapped in rules meant to be broken. Age is just a number until she's on her knees, calling him sir, making him forget why he ever needed power when submission feels this good. He's twice her age. She's half his sanity. And neither of them wants to stop.
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