"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

No love. No strings. Just heat. Dan-bigger, rough, broken. Solana-smooth, dangerous, untouchable. In quiet rooms and locked doors, they meet for raw, filthy release. No kisses in public. No handholding. Only bodies tangled in secret, chasing hunger they won't speak of. It's simple. Sinful. And nobody can ever know.

She was 25, married, and aching for more than what her husband could ever give. He was 55, forbidden, and everything she was told to stay away from. Tara's marriage was picture-perfect on the outside. But behind closed doors, she craved something darker, deeper... rougher. Something her husband would never dare give. Then came Harshvardhan, her father-in-law's best friend. Twice her age. Married. Dominant. Dangerous. And utterly intoxicating. What started as stolen glances and inappropriate thoughts spiraled into secret touches, whispered filth, and nights that left her trembling. He knew he shouldn't want her. She knew it was wrong. But pain had never felt so good. And pleasure had never tasted so forbidden. This is a story of lust, obsession, and betrayal. #1 extramarital #1 daughter-in-law #1 indianerotica #1 indiansmut #1 illicit #1 adult fiction #1 adult themes -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

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