HIGHLY MATURE BOOK♨(SMUT)
You're perfect," he murmurs, and slams into me his hard as a rock, causing me to scream in pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders
𝗘𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮;𝟭𝟵
The moment I saw him everything went in slow-motion; I got a huge cru...
Six months had passed since Shruti's tragic death, and the Agarwal household was shrouded in grief.
Little Yuvaan, the once cheerful boy full of life, now sat silently on the sofa, his small frame dwarfed by his grandmother's protective embrace.
His eyes, too young to carry such sorrow, were fixed on nothing, lost in a world where his mother's comforting touch no longer existed.
Yamini, sitting beside him, stroked his hair, her heart breaking for the little boy who had lost so much. But her pain was not confined to Yuvaan.
Her eldest son, Shubham, had become a shadow of the man he used to be.
The light in his eyes was extinguished, his once confident demeanor now replaced with a lifeless shell.
That evening, as Shubham walked past the living room toward the door, Yamini couldn't hold back.
"Beta, where are you going?" she asked, her voice soft, almost pleading. A mother's heart couldn't bear the sight of both her sons drowning in despair.
Shubham paused for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. He turned his head slightly but didn't meet her eyes.
"I'll be back late," he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Yamini sighed, watching him leave without another word. She knew where he was going—he had been visiting the bar every night since Shruti's death.
She closed her eyes, clutching her saree, praying for strength for her shattered family.
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