The Hot Series (Book 1) Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.

Yes, you read that correctly-this is a story about people who worship d*cks. And a girl with no memory trapped in their world.

He thought prison would be the end. But it was only the next level of the game. Behind bars, the rules are darker. Debts don't disappear-they multiply. Every shadow hides an enemy, every "friend" wants something in return, and the man in the suit still pulls the strings from the outside. Caught between gangs, guards, and his own addiction, he learns the truth: there is no freedom. Not in the casino. Not in the streets. Not even in a cell. Because once you play, there's only one rule- there's no way out.

It started with the sound of coins. It ended with sirens. What begins as a teenage gamble in the flashing lights of a casino quickly spirals into something darker. Addiction turns into obsession. Obsession opens the door to crime. And crime... doesn't forgive mistakes. From Player to Dealer follows the chilling descent of a young man who trades his innocence for neon dreams, only to find himself trapped in a world of shadows, fear, and betrayal. This is not a story of glory. It's a warning. Because once you step inside, there is no easy way out.

This is - THE FIRST BOOK OF ARRANGED LOVE : NANDHA SHIV CHIRAG [Not edited] 🐚 This is the story of 2 people from 2 different worlds who are brought together by arranged marriage. little did they know their pasts are intertwined with eachother. what will happen when they find the pasts and the dark truths behind them? will they make it together or stop in between?

Heyyy lovesssss This is - THE THIRD BOOK OF ARRANGED LOVE : ANNAVARAPU DEV REDDY [Hate love relations, business tycoon, A student, single mother, second marriage, telugu stories, she fell hard and he fell harder, broken promise] This book is based on two people who met after 20 years of their broken marriage, he is remarried and she is a single mother. But her love for his didnt die Even after these all years she took a bullet to save him but little did she know their SON will bring back all those memories and taunt him when she is on death bed. 'This isnt the first time she is on dead bed for you Mr.Annavarapu and this isnt first time you are acting as if you love her' - RAGHAV KAREENA Read this book to find out the what happened that lead to their broken marriage.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

Absolute Desi Smut ⚠️‼️ My personal favourite Vanya is a saree tease. Every evening, she comes home from work in a fresh saree-chiffon, net, silk, sheer, always hugging her hips just right. She does it to provoke her husband, Riaan, who works from home, watching her glide through their penthouse like temptation wrapped in elegance. But one night, Riaan calls her bluff. He shuts his laptop, locks the bedroom door, and says in that deep, steady voice: "From now on, you don't get to take off your saree unless I tell you. And when you do... you'll strip for me. Slowly. Like the needy little whore, you really are underneath all that drape." Thus begins their new nightly ritual: Strip & Serve.

(ADULTS ONLY) He was older. Divorced. Hot. Had abs that could make a saree fall off- And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one. He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious. But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin. I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy. "Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations.

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