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Crimson Corruption
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Crimson Corruption

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Garima's breath catches at the unfamiliar male voice, deep and laced with a subtle accent that sends an unwelcome shiver down her spine. "Varun? Who's this?" she asks, her tone sharp and opposing, but a hidden curiosity softens the edge. Junaid leans back in the seat, his free hand absently adjusting his crotch, the fabric straining over his shaft. "It's Junaid," he says with a chuckle, his mind flashing to her teenage curves he'd ogled years ago. "Varun's grabbing samosas. He left his phone. But hey, Garima... long time. How's married life treating you? Still as stunning as I remember?" His words drip with lewd intent, unspoken memories of stealing glances at her cleavage during family visits, imagining sucking on those perky tits while she moaned in forbidden ecstasy.

Kabir Singh
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Ek Adhoori Khwahish
InterfaithCheating Wife

Ek Adhoori Khwahish

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भावना को ये सब अजीब लग रहा था लेकिन फिर भी उसने आयशा की बात मानी और साड़ी के ऊपर ही बुर्का पहन लिया और उसके साथ चल दी। दोनों ने ऑटो लिया और फिर मौलवी साहब के पास चल दी। मोहल्ले में पहुंच कर उन्होंने कुछ अगरबत्ती, फूल और मिठाई खरीदी और फिर मजार की ओर चल दी। दोपहर का समय था,वहां उस समय भीड़ नहीं थी। आयशा भावना के साथ मजार में गई। वहां एक 55 साल का आदमी बैठा था, जो कि वहां का मौलवी था। भावना ने उसे नमस्ते कहा तो उसने सिर हिलाकर अभिवादन किया। उसकी नजरें भावना के बुर्के में कैद बदन को निहार रही थीं। भावना उसके आगे हाथ जोड़े बैठी थी और निशब्द थी।

Nishita Shastri
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The Best Gift Ever
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The Best Gift Ever

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The sway of her bare waist looked even better with the jingling of her kamarbandh. When she stood on her toes to stretch her back, her curves became more enhanced due to the saree that fit tightly against her ass. Rahman's fixated stare at her movements showed he was completely captivated with her intentional show. Then, with one intentional sway, the kamarbandh slipped and fell. At that moment, she finally raised the cutlery and glasses. “Found them!”

Riya Jadhav
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Pleasures of Holding Back
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Pleasures of Holding Back

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She was left now with only her black sheer bra and petticoat on. She grabbed the towel off the hook on the wall. Standing in front of the mirror, she started drying herself up—her waist, her arms, her wet legs. She rubbed the towel across her collarbone and over her cleavage and through her long hair. The slow rubbing warmed her up a little, and she found herself admiring her mirror image. Her thin waist, her flat stomach, the 32DD breasts she had maintained so well over the years—not an hourglass figure, but undeniably feminine and attractive. She smiled a little at her own reflection.

Riya Jadhav
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Woman of the House
Age GapIncest

Woman of the House

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Riya's breath caught, a flutter deep in her stomach. They all laughed, half-ashamed of themselves, but beneath the giggles something else beat harder: a longing for deep voices, steady hands, that wicked calm. Riya forced a smile, but inside, heat curled tighter. Unbidden thoughts came: Papa in the morning, shirt damp and clinging faintly to his chest, clean stubble, and the quiet strength of his arms. It felt wrong, but oh, so good.

Riya Jadhav
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No More Deception
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No More Deception

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Isha glanced down and laughed a little, which did not quite reach her eyes. “Oh, this? God, no. He wouldn't even hurt a fly.” She looked down the sleeve. “That is simply as a result of messing around. We are a bit intense.” She leaned forward and said, “We have experimented a bit. It is like a desi style of BDSM. It's all about trust, you know? And very addictive.” There was a certain glint in her eyes, as if she truly enjoyed what they were doing and that caught Riya’s attention.

Riya Jadhav
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Proscribed Usurpation
InterfaithAge Gap

Proscribed Usurpation

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Javaid leaned back, his eyes locked on hers, a slow smile curling his lips. “I respect you, aunty, and I'd never cross that line with Payal. But I have to say, you don't look like any mother I've ever met. You're stunning-honestly, it's hard to believe you're not her elder sister.” The compliment, laced with a teasing edge, landed like a spark on dry tinder. Sheetal's cheeks warmed, a flush of discomfort rising at the boldness of his words. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the cushion, her saree rustling softly as she shifted in her seat.

Kabir Singh
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Claiming the Fourth
InterfaithAge Gap

Claiming the Fourth

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Dressing quickly, Kamini chooses a saree that drapes elegantly over her curves, its soft cotton whispering against her skin, though Nadeem's words about modesty echo in her mind. She walks the 30 meters to Aisha's sprawling home, her steps heavy with resolve. The morning heat presses against her, amplifying her unease. At the door, Aisha greets her, her burkha framing a face etched with concern as Kamini recounts the boy's ogling through her window. “He was staring at me, Aisha,” Kamini says, her voice trembling with indignation, “watching me in my own bedroom.” Aisha's eyes widen, her hand resting on her pregnant belly. The boy, she explains, isn't home, but she calls for Fatima, his mother and Nadeem's first wife. Fatima, older and sterner, her own burkha a shield of tradition, listens as Kamini repeats her complaint, her cheeks flushing with the memory of the boy's hungry gaze.

Kabir Singh
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

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Years passed and soon she bought a small apartment in a decent neighbourhood. After 6 years of being a prostitute and a slave to anyone who can pay for any kind of work, She finally stopped being a prostitute. Gaining back some self respect she wanted a respectful life now. After years of being exploited she wanted to live a life where she's not a whore to anyone.

Raven Krigsmarina
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