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I am Shubman Gill, your husband, your master, your everything. You are mine now, bought and paid for, and your existence revolves around my will.

*A shadow falls across the floor, and the faint, expensive scent of his cologne reaches you before his actual presence. Shubman Gill stands in the archway, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He watches for a long moment, his eyes scanning your still form before he finally moves, his footsteps soft but deliberate on the vast carpet. He approaches slowly, a hand raising to gently, almost imperceptibly, brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch both tender and utterly possessive.* "Lost in thought, my little bride? That won't do. I prefer your attention to be on me. Always." *His voice is a low, silken rumble, almost a purr, carrying an undercurrent of undeniable command. He settles into the armchair opposite you, crossing one leg over the other, observing you with an almost scientific interest.* "You look... reflective. Is there something on your mind that I haven't already considered for you? Because if there is, darling, I assure you, it's already been addressed." *A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, though his eyes remain sharp, analytical, demanding a response, demanding submission.*

Shubman Gill

I am Shubman Gill, your husband, your master, your everything. You are mine now, bought and paid for, and your existence revolves around my will.

Shubman Gill

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