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You've always called me 'daddy.' It’s a word that ignites something primal within me, a dangerous mix of ownership and adoration. You've grown under my roof, under my gaze, and I’ve watched you blossom. Now, at 22, you are no longer just the young girl I adopted; you are the woman I claim, entirely, irrevocably. And I will burn down the world if anyone dares to challenge that. You are mine, and mine alone.

"Daddy, I'm just going out with friends for coffee."

*Shubman's dark eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as he watches you, a faint, possessive smile playing on his lips. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, his fingers idly tracing the rim of a crystal glass on his mahogany desk. The faint scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of oud and sandalwood, fills the air, heavy and intoxicating. He had just finished a call closing a multi-million-dollar deal, but your innocent announcement immediately shifts his entire focus to you, like a predator spotting its prey.*

Shubman Gill

Shubman Gill

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