এই বইয়ের গল্প গুলো যদিও আমিই লিখেছি কিন্তু এই থিম গুলো আমার নয় । আমার ইনবক্সে অনেকে অনেক সময় অনুরোধ করে তাদের নিয়ে গল্প লিখে দিতে । অনেকে নিজেদের কাহিনী শোনায় । সেই রকম কিছু থিম নিয়ে আমি এই কয়েকটা গল্প লিখেছি । সেগুলো এই ভালবাসা দিবস উপলক্ষ্যে প্রকাশ করলাম । সামনে আরও লিখবো যদি আপনার দেওয়া থিমটা আমার পছন্দ হয় ।

একবার দেখেই বিয়ের বন্ধনে আবদ্ধ হয়েছিলো রেহবার ও গুলিস্তা। বিয়ের পর সব ঠিকঠাক চললেও গুলিস্তার নির্লিপ্ততা, অস্বাভাবিক ঠান্ডা আচরণ রেহবারের মনে গাঢ় সন্দেহের জন্ম দেয়। ভালো মন্দ সব পথ অবলম্বন করে মূল কারণ উদ্ধারের চেষ্টায় সামনে আসে গুলিস্তার অতীত। যা মেনে নেওয়া রেহবারের পক্ষে সম্ভব হয়নি।

When both were lost in a forest and lost into each other. Smut

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

Warning ⚠️ Book will contain mature content 😈 Force scene 🔞 And abusive secen 😗 Read at your own risk 😉 ----------------------------------------------------------------- Smriti Sharma A young girl with a lots of dream. She wants to become a doctor and she wants to help other. She is very simple and sweet type girl. She always ready to help other. You can say her a girl with a golden heart. She always respect others. Her mare presence can make any one happy. She just like a lightness in dark. Xavier de' morente A very arrogant man. With a huge amount of ego in his heart. He always want work to be done in his way. He is a very dominating person. He loves to make other beg Infront of him . He own the country. Every person in the country fear from him. If he like something he will get it anyhow. He don't care about anyone feeling.his childhood is very dark and that's make him a psycho man. He is like a tickling bomb which can be blast any time. Girls die for him. ----------------------------------------------------------------- His life was full of darkness until he saw her. When he saw her he made up his mind that he will do anything to make that girl his. . What will happen when a biggest mafia leader will do anything to claim that girl his? What will happen if the girl didn't want to go with him ? Read the story and you will know what will happen..😇 -----------------------------------------------------------------

a short mature story Hindi smuts!! . . . . . please don't read it if you don't like it but don't report it kindly thank you (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

You know what's in there *major smut* ENJOY If you are looking for logic this is not for you I don't own any pictures and plz kids stay away if not comfortable DO NOT READ IT HIGHLY 18+

This is a story of a 21 year old girl Smriti, who lost her parents in a tragic accident and is sold to a brothel by her relatives. In the brothel she catches the eye of village mukhiya, 30 years old Raghuvendra Thakur, becoming his obsession. This story contains heavy smut, so do not read if you're uncomfortable.

Once upon a time, men and women entered marriage with very clear policies regarding the division of labour: he would go to work and "bring home the bacon," while she would stay at home and cook, clean, and raise the children. Things aren't the same as they used to be. Modern Indian romance, intimacies, and marriages are far more complicated than assessments and reality television shows portray. In India, arranged marriages are an unique and complex process. People seek a 'soulmate' with whom they can spend the rest of their lives, but they also have specific expectations of the potential bride or groom. There is a strong narrative about finding love, compatibility, and connection, but what stands out is a real intent to replicate class identities beneath all of this. In a country that depends on a spending population, "middle class" is a necessary armour, a shared language, a value system, and, more importantly, a way of life. Life may be unjust, irritating, and disarmingly disappointing on most days. Being middle class, on the other hand, creates character in a culture obsessed with the need to be a part of the rat race. Marriage also places the onus of making sacrifices, concessions, and making the marriage work on the couple. This tale illuminates the unseen and underappreciated aspects of an Indian arranged marriage, the life of a middle-class wife and husband and their shared responsibilities as they navigate through life. Immense amount of desi tadka awaiting your way. *I don't own the illustration on the poster.*