This is the story of hot housewife whose navel is teased and enjoyed Note - This story is just imaginative and does not happen in real world so read and enjoy

When Sandeep Sharma loses his IT job in Bengaluru, the newlyweds face a financial crisis that threatens everything. His ambitious wife, Shalini, has the perfect - and very risky - solution. Her colleague has fallen ill, and the all-female lingerie company SilkAura needs a female auditor immediately. The only catch? Sandeep must become Simran for two weeks. Dressed in salwar-kameez, padded bras, and heels, with his naturally soft, girly voice already fooling everyone, Sandeep steps into a world of silk, lace, and forbidden temptation. What begins as a desperate "fill-in" job slowly turns into something far more permanent. With Shalini's eager guidance, Simran starts blooming - hormones, sarees, budding curves, Diwali lehengas, and nights of passion hotter than their honeymoon. Will Sandeep ever go back... or will he embrace becoming Mrs. Simran Sharma forever? A slow-burn, wife-led feminization story set in modern India - full of office secrets, festival nights, irreversible changes, and scorching intimacy.

A raw, unfiltered chronicle of Noor - a quiet, virgin boy who discovers power through a screen. What starts as childhood curiosity becomes an endless digital hunt for women's most forbidden secrets. Consent asked politely, taboos shattered mercilessly. Maternal ghosts haunt every stroke. No redemption. No limits. Mature | Extreme | Slow-burn Psychological Erotica"

Priyanka's life is quiet, predictable, and painfully ordinary, until her husband comes home one evening with news that changes everything: a promotion, a luxury car, and a gift that makes her feel seen for the first time in years. But the price of their sudden good fortune isn't what she expects. One night. One decision. One door that closes forever. As desire, betrayal, and power collide, Priyanka must face the truth: some doors only open one way. A slow-burn Indian erotic drama of forbidden temptation, shattered vows, and a woman discovering what she's truly capable of.

TW: Strong Language, Sex It is an erotic story of a couple who play an honest but seductive mind game. Copyright @ Anushka Mehta

just some imagines i want to write. Hope yall gonna like it

Everything between them sparked due to the very own "slurp" sound Ansh produced in his hunger hunting for milk. At first, the glances were barely of acquaintance then of awkward moments which turned to understandable language, later it became the feeling, "LOVE 💕" , which both of them never anticipated in their life. Mostly the universe plays a huge role in bringing two souls towards their destined partner but in Abhimann and Shivanya's life Ansh is their universe.

"Ruk jaiye, Arya... aap abhi hosh mein nahi hain... ruk jaiye..." she begged, her voice breaking. (Stop, Arya... you're not in your senses... please stop...) But he didn't. He kept moving forward. His steps were steady. His eyes, lifeless. As if everything that once lived in them was already gone. The love he once held for her was nowhere to be seen. "Yeh anarth mat kijiye... aap hume bhool nahi sakte... humare prem ko..." she pleaded, shaking her head desperately. (Don't do this... you cannot forget me... our love...) "Prem nahi... shraap hai yeh." (This is not love... it is a curse.) His grip tightened around the sword. "Aur yeh aaj hi khatam hoga." (And it will end today.) He lunged towards her. Sword in hand. But in that single, irreversible moment, he turned the blade away from her... and drove it towards his own heart. "Yeh... yeh kya kiya aapne...?" (What... what have you done...?) "Nahi... nahi! Arya... Arya, apne netra kholiye! Aapne yeh kya kar diya...!" (No... no! Arya... Arya, open your eyes! What have you done...!) She dropped to her knees, pulling him into her arms, clutching him to her heart as if she could undo it. With trembling fingers, the dying prince reached up... A faint, fragile smile curved on his lips. "Roiye mat..." he murmured weakly. (Do not cry...) "Chali jaiye yahan se... apni jaan bachaiye..." (Leave this place... save your life...) . . . . Naira Sharma, an archaeologist, has always believed in facts, history, and things that can be proven. Until the past begins to follow her. Haunted by recurring dreams of an ancient kingdom, and a death that feels too real to be just imagination, Naira finds herself drawn towards a place she cannot ignore, Sundargiri. As past and present begin to blur, Naira must choose, to follow her heart or to stop a fate that demands her sacrifice. Because this time Love might not be salvation. It might be the beginning of the end.

This book is a compilation of individual one-shot stories. Each story stands on its own, with different characters, different dynamics, and different kinds of romance. Updates will not follow a fixed schedule. Whenever an idea strikes, a new story will find its place here. This is a genre I am experimenting with, and I hope you enjoy exploring it along with me. Warning: This book contains mature content and may include graphic descriptions at times. It is not suitable for younger audiences. Please read at your own discretion. Some stories may not include detailed introductions for the characters. Apologies in advance, and thank you for understanding.

Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.