Karanveer's voice dripped with malice as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Chaat mere ras ko ache se," he growled, his tone leaving no room for defiance. "Agar zara sa bhi ras baaki rah gaya toh tujhe buri tarah chodunga." The threat hung in the air like a dagger, sharp and unyielding. With a cruel grip, he forced her hand to her mouth, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a vice. She hesitated, her body trembling with revulsion, but the fear of further pain was overwhelming. She obeyed, her tongue darting out to lick the sticky fluid from her fingers.

("Lick my juice thoroughly...if even a little juice is left, I will fuck you badly. ")