FITOOR-The Enemy's Daughters|18+
The Three Rathore Brother fall for their Enemy's Daughters โข๐๐ข๐ก๐๐๐ง ร ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ "Why are you running from me... Butterfly?" He wrapped his hand around her waist tightly. "No! Let me go!" she screamed. "Jaan..." he said, his voice dropping even lower. "We're getting late for our marriage." Her world shattered again. "I don't want to marry you!" she cried. โข๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ร ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ "Who the hell allowed kids in here?" he said, pissed off. Her eyes narrowed, arms folding firmly across her chest. "For your kind information, I'm not a kid. I'm nineteen, Mr. Uncle." "So that's how you talk to your uncle, Little Girl?" he said, his voice low and slightly amused. "And you know who I am, don't you?" "I'm not interested," she shot back, her voice steady. "And stop calling me 'Little Girl'." โข๐๐ข๐๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ญ๐กร๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐ก๐ข His hand tightened around her waist as his intense gaze locked onto hers. "Don't you dare to ignore me," he said like a warning. "What will you do?" she challenged, rolling her eyes. He caught her chin and forced her gaze back to his. "Eyes on me. And never roll your eyes again at me." "You can't stop me." She rolled her eyes again, turning her face away. A dangerous smirk touched his lips. "Try me, baby." Real suspense is waiting(to know READ BOOK)
