His face twisted into a smirk as he fiddled with his phone beneath his desk. Who knows how many other of her coworkers have their hands deep in this transaction?Her heart is torn between the desire for justice and the fear of retaliation. Indian xxx Or with words that lacked any meaning.Today, too, wasn’t any different. What she saw made her blood run cold.There, displayed on Rohan’s phone screen, was a voyeuristic image of Anjali, captured without her knowledge or consent. Anjali’s blood ran cold as she met his gaze, her instincts screaming at her to flee.“Ah, Miss Sharma,” Rohan’s father purrs, his voice dripping with false charm. Rohan struggled against her grasp, his protests falling on deaf ears. With her smooth caramel skin, long dark hair, eyes like pools of dark chocolate, and curves in all the right places, she’s a sight to behold.
