🔞 She was so busy that she didn't notice the bedroom door opening behind her. Arjun stepped out, running a hand through his messy morning hair. He stopped when he saw her. For a moment, he simply watched. His sleepy eyes slowly turned mischievous. He walked toward her quietly. Before she could realize he was there, his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her gently toward him. She widened her eyes. "What?" He leaned closer with a teasing smile. "You are tempting me in the morning, bujjam­ma." She immediately tried to turn back toward the stove. "Leave me, Arjun. I'm getting late. The children will wake up any time soon. I have to make them ready for school, and then I have to-" "What did you call me?" She stopped. Her heart skipped. Slowly, she looked at him. "I... I mean..." Arjun raised an eyebrow, waiting. She swallowed nervously. "I didn't mean anything..." His expression became even more playful. "What did you say?" She tried to escape his hold. "Arjun... no, no... bavaa. Leave me. We're getting late." He laughed softly at her sudden change of words. "Good girl." She gave him an annoyed look. "Bavaa, please. We really are getting late." He shook his head, still teasing her. "You know you have punishment for that." Her eyes widened. "Punishment? For what?" "For calling me something you shouldn't." "I didn't-" Before she could finish, he gently took her hand and began leading her toward the other room. "Bavaa!" "Come on. We have a lot of other things to take care of too." "But the breakfast!" "I'll handle it." "The children!" "They're still sleeping." "Bavaa, please..." He opened the door and looked back at her with that familiar mischievous smile. She sighed, realizing she wasn't going to win the argument. The door slowly closed behind them. And for the next few minutes, the breakfast-and the morning rush-could wait. Strictly 18+ read at your own risk

18+ Age gap Arranged marriage "Parampara" the tradition Trymbak's heart follows. "Trymbak?" "Huh?" "Hb, bb, mb," she asked in code words, and I was so dumb I didn't get it. "We have HPs cylinder," and she glared at me. "Hand job, mouth job, or breast job. That's what I mean," she asked in a frustrated tone.

______scene______ I know I'm strong enough to handle it, to carry her, to... ride her on..... well, you know what I mean _______scene_______ Baby, tell me what you want," I say softly, stroking her hair. "I want you... fully. You know what I mean," she whispers, her voice ________scence _______ She's washing her saree, her delicate fingers scrubbing the fabric with quiet focus. I should turn away, but my gaze is locked on her. She dips the saree into a tub of clean water, squeezing out the excess before draping it over a rope to dry. The movement is simple, yet mesmerizing. As she walks inside, I slowly approach the tub. The water she used to rinse her saree is still there. Without thinking, I lift the tub and spill all the water over myself. ____________

She was the perfect housewife. Saree draped perfectly. Mangalsutra resting in her neck. Dutiful wife. Devoted mother. Until a young, handsome boy moved in next door. What began as innocent smiles and lingering glances quickly turned into something of a taboo. Will she risk everything for the kind of pleasure she never knew existed? A scorching, taboo-filled Indian erotic saga of forbidden lust, slow corruption, and dangerous love. For readers who crave raw passion, risky encounters, and a married woman's complete, filthy fall. Warning: Extremely explicit. Contains heavy cheating, risk play, detailed adult scenes, and zero regrets. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised.

A simple short story of Radhika and Rajesh , a high school teacher and a Bank manager falling in love with each other and embracing their sexual life . #Arranged marriage #South indian couple #Love after marriage #Middle class #Smut.

Vaidehi Rao, a cherished daughter raised like a princess, visits the mysterious village of Rudravanam during Sankranthi with her friends. But her beauty catches the eye of Adhiraaj Varma, the feared Jamendar who decides she will be his at any cost. Threatening her parents' lives, he forces her into a marriage she never chose. Trapped inside his ancestral mansion, Vaidehi begins to sense something deeply unsettling about the village - strange midnight rituals, silent villagers, and a secret everyone seems to obey. As fear slowly turns into suspicion, she realizes her marriage may be tied to something far darker than power. What is the ancient force ruling Rudravanam... and what fate awaits her within it? This is mysterious, supernatural and also mature story.🔞 Only proceed if you are comfortable else you can leave but please don't report it.

18+🔞 Village head x Collector Power x law Married at twenty-two in an arranged union, Adhira Rao had a life mapped out for duty and discipline. Encouraged by her husband, she pursued her dreams and became the youngest IAS officer in her cadre at twenty-four. Mahavir Rathod - Jamendar of the village, ruthless in business, feared by rivals, commanding in the outside world - built an empire, but inside his home, he built a sanctuary for his wife. Outside the door, they are worlds apart: Adhira with her laws, Mahavir with his power. Inside, the world disappears. They are obsessive, passionate, and utterly devoted to each other. Every touch, every glance, every heated moment belongs to them and them alone. In a village where loyalty is currency, power rules, and every outside gaze judges them, Adhira and Mahavir live by one law - whatever happens outside, stays outside. Because behind closed doors, they are not just husband and wife. They are fire and desire, obsession and love, unbreakable and untouchable. strictly 18+ if you feel uncomfortable then feel free to leave

18+🔞 Bava x Mardal Professor x Student Perfection x clumsy This book is the sequel of "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." This book can be a standalone.....but for better understanding you can refer the "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." The story continues the journey of Rudra and Janu, exploring the delicate, magnetic pull between them before marriage, and the misunderstandings, tensions, and intimate moments that test their bond. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and the weight of family expectations, love blossoms, falters, and rises again intensely, passionately, and unforgettably. A tale of hearts entwined, where desire, trust, and devotion are tested, and where the line between longing and belonging blurs beautifully. This book is strictly for 18+ anyone who are uncomfortable with this feel free to leave but don't report my book

She never asked for this marriage. He never learned how to love without control. Vasu is fierce, stubborn, and impossible to bend. Vijendra is dominant, angry, and used to getting his way. What starts as a forced bond becomes a battlefield of tempers- a war of stolen glances, sharp words, and a tension neither dares to name. But somewhere between the arguments and the accidental tenderness... something shifts. Something dangerous. Something neither of them planned for. Is it love quietly blooming beneath the chaos- or just fate tying two unwilling hearts tighter with every passing day?