Book #1 in heartfelt enthusiast
Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her sur...
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LOT OF SMUT, MENTIONING TRAUMA AND PANIC ATTACKS. I KNOW I SAID THAT THERE WOULDN'T BE MENTIONS OF THESE IN WARNING BUT THERE ARE NOW, SO IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH SUCH THEMES YOU MAY QUIT READING.
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The class today seemed to drag on forever. Although it was only supposed to be two hours, it felt like an eternity. My mind wandered the whole time, unable to focus on the lecture. By the time it finally ended, I was exhausted and famished.
When I got home, I barely had the energy to kick off my shoes before collapsing onto my bed. I lay there for about twenty minutes, feeling completely drained. Eventually, hunger won out, and I dragged myself to the kitchen. I grabbed some snacks and a bottle of water, then sat down to eat, savoring every bite as I scrolled through Instagram for about ten minutes.
After finishing my snack, I decided I needed a hot shower to unwind. Stepping into the bathroom, I turned on the hot water and let it cascade over me. The sensation was incredible, the heat soothing my tired muscles and washing away the stress of the day. I stood there for a long time, basking in the comfort.
Finally, I reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping myself in a plush bathrobe. My hair was still damp, so I headed to my room to dry it, feeling refreshed and much more relaxed.
I looked at the time it was 8:45 already "How the fuck time ran so fast?" I yelled at myself
"Okay, Anaya, dry your hair first or else you will catch a fever," I said to myself in the mirror. I plugged in the hair dryer and started setting it up. As the warm air began to blow, I couldn't help but start singing a song, the melody filling the room as I dried my hair.
"Everyone wants him that was my crime, wrong place at the right time and I break down and he pulls me in, In the world of boys, he's a gentleman."
I was singing, moving my hips, and drying my hair all at once, thoroughly enjoying myself. My hair turned out beautifully, sleek and shiny.
"I wish I could switch from Indian to redhead, blonde, or brunette," I mused, looking at my reflection.
"Or maybe just stay Indian?" I pondered aloud, then rolled my eyes and said, "Or better yet, wear clothes first?"
I quickly put on my PJ set and jumped onto the bed, only to feel like I had crashed into someone. Startled, I realized I was on top of Noah, who had been hiding under my sheets all this time. I felt his hands grab my waist as he whispered, "You've been a bad girl the whole day," pinning me against the bed.
Recognizing that we wouldn't have sex, just yet I played along and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry for not fulfilling your desires." just to earn a hard spank from his.
"Noah it hurts" I yelled
"Kitten, consider this just the beginning; your punishment will be extended because you locked your door," He whispered in a hushed tone.
