[ 🔞🔞 it's an erotic smut 1990's village love story.. . ]
Vikram thakur is the sarpanch of 100 villages. He is a dominant person. He loves to control people.
Jenny who is a foreigner visits India for his friend's marriage. He is none other than...
She looked very ethereal. Our almost intimacy was making my obsession for her grow. I asked my man to lock the door to give us a chance to talk.
Everything is fair in love and war. We needed to create a chance for our love. Shourya had explained her likes and dislikes to me. He wanted me to make her his bhabhi.
Suddenly, the power went off and the rats started making noises, creating a disturbance.
I went near her. She was already scared because of the darkness and held my hand.
"I think they are busy with the marriage. I'll check it out, wait."
"No, don't go anywhere. Please 🥺," she pleaded, her eyes wet with tears.
She started crying. I panicked, my heart aching.
"Meri jaan, why are you crying?" I asked her lovingly.
"I am afraid of the darkness."
She hugged me suddenly. I made her head rest on my chest, trying to comfort her.
"I am here, don't cry. Your every tear is piercing my heart, jaan. Calm down."
She hugged me tightly. This was the first time in my life that a girl hugged me and I consoled her.
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The power came back on. We looked at each other. I couldn't resist her tear-filled eyes. I kissed her beautiful eyes.
"As long as I am alive, I want to be the reason for your happiness, not for this."
I kissed her forehead, showing my longing and immense love.
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I took a cloth from the table and spread it on the floor. I wondered why the rascal wasn't opening the door.
I made her sit on the cloth. She seemed to have a question.
"Do you want to ask any questions?"
She nodded.
"You said something... did you really mean it?"
"Jenny, I swear on my mother, I really love you. I don't just want you as my lover; I want you to be the mother of our children. Be my ardhangini . Be the missing half of my soul. Be my ardh baag"
She didn't utter a word after that. She slept, placing her hand on mine. Mosquitoes started their war on us. I removed my shirt and covered her upper body with it
