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Short mature stories
Contains both English and Hindi words.
~ Obsessed Ex Boyfriend ✓
~ Private Tutor ✓
~ Sarpanch's obsession ✓
~ DhruvTara (on hold)
~ MLA's obsession (ongoing)
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A few days passed after his encounter with Ragini, and he had learned everything about her-her family, her past, her likes and dislikes. He couldn't directly approach her and say he was attracted to her or wanted to have sex with her just because he lusted after her body and couldn't forget her. He discovered that she was an innocent-minded woman who got married at an early age and conceived Trisha after many years of marriage because her husband used to stay abroad.
He knew he had to approach her differently, in a way that she wouldn't be able to reject him. Also, he didn't want to hurt Trisha. He had formed a special bond with Trisha and genuinely liked the little bundle of joy.
He found her address and quietly purchased the house from the landlady, paying more than it was worth. He moved his belongings into the house the day before, while Ragini was out. She didn't know he had moved in and ignored the men standing outside the house, assuming they were the landlady's guests.
Ragini entered her room with Trisha and changed out of her school uniform into something more comfortable. She went to the gas stove to heat food for her daughter and herself. Ragini couldn't afford much, so she only rented one room. The bathroom was on the terrace, and she had set up a small table in the room as a kitchen area. Her room was directly across from Randhir's, and the window gave her a view outside.
After they ate together, Trisha quickly fell asleep, exhausted. Ragini decided to take a bath, feeling sticky from the sweat of the day. She went up to the terrace bathroom and took a quick, relaxing shower. When she returned, she was wearing a deep-necked long frock that revealed her cleavage. Since the landlady was an older woman, Ragini hadn't worried about dressing modestly.
As she made her way back to her room, she suddenly collided with Randhir and fell into his arms. Randhir's gaze drifted from her face to her neck, and then to her cleavage. He pulled her a little closer under the pretense of helping her stand straight, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Ragini quickly pulled away from his embrace and said, "Aap yahan?" ("You're here?")
"Ji, maine kuch dino pehle hi ye ghar kharida hai," Randhir replied, looking at her flushed face. ("Yes, I bought this house a few days ago.")
"But aunty didn't tell me... Where will I go now?" Ragini asked nervously.
"Ragini ji, aap yahan reh sakti hain. Main aapko nikaal nahi raha hoon," Randhir reassured her. ("You can stay here, Ragini. I'm not asking you to leave.")
Ragini calmed down a little and thanked him, bowing her head slightly. Randhir's eyes remained fixated on her chest, her cleavage making him hard. She went back to her room while Randhir smirked, watching her leave.
He glanced down at his hard-on and headed straight to the bathroom. Switching on the shower, he quickly discarded his clothes, freeing his erection. Closing his eyes, he began stroking himself, the image of Ragini swirling in his mind. A low moan escaped his lips as he recalled the feel of her waist and the sight of her cleavage.
