Hindismut Stories

Have you ever wondered about a place where they teach you how to have sex? How to keep your boyfriend or husband happy? Well, this is one such academy. Join Suhana on this journey. I hope you learn with her.

Mature one shots Strong Hindi language used

Varun is a guy of all the personality flaws and red flags. But his bank card and face card never deny. Anger issues, possessive, obsessive, ego clash, controlling, but he hides all his demons like he's been professional. All of them. No one can see through him, not until he let them. But when Saanvi, a girl whose life is full of colours, catches his eye, his demons roar, groan and desire. Something which he finds difficult to control anymore. He thought he had put a leash around the demons submerged within him, but her innocence is unleashing all the demons upon herself. Sneak peek:- "Varun, stop it!" Saanvi said as Varun only held her tighter and closer. Her back pressed against his front as she struggled to break free from his grip but Varun was already enraged enough. "Kyun? Mere chhune se itna chhatpata rahi ho, jab vo ladka tumhare kamar ko chhu raha tha tab ghin nahi aayi!" He said, his voice a mere whisper and dripping with jealousy as he was too close to her ear. "Kyunki vo mere saath zabardasti NAHI KAR RAHA THA" She spoke back, in a fit of rage, but then she felt Varun's grip loosening. His arms were still around her but they weren't holding her back. She did regret saying that because, she did put on that show for him to react like this, but now he was getting too much to handle. She broke free from his engulfing arms and started walking out of the room but before she could leave, he grabbed the pallu of her saree and pulled her back towards him and tied her wrists with the same pallu of her black saree. "Meri baat ek baar mein samajh mein nahi aayi aapko!" she winced. He kept her tied wrists above her head and delved deeper in the curve of her neck before murmuring in her ear. "Zabardasti toh tumne abhi tak dekhi hi nahi, baby doll" This is a hinglish book. The dialogues will be in hindi and sometimes english. Contains heavy hindi + english smut. Proceed with caution. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED (highly 18+)

A̶ ̶m̶a̶r̶r̶i̶a̶g̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶.̶ A marriage of convenience for him. She married for love, unbeknownst to the deal that made it all happen. The magic, love and warmth. All pure calculations and profit for him. 𓍯𓂃 Kaiya Mishra was raised to be the ideal desi daughter-in-law - quiet, obedient, and unquestioning. For years, she followed every rule, silenced her thoughts, and molded herself into the perfect woman society expected her to be. And for a while, it worked. She lived the life she was told to want - a picture-perfect marriage, a respected name, a golden cage she mistook for home. Until one day, she opened her eyes - and saw the cracks in her perfect world. Until the illusion shattered. Karanveer Kashyap is a ruthless businessman, driven by power and profit. Born into a world where relationships are nothing more than strategic alliances, he learned early that love was a luxury - and not a necessary one. To him, emotions were distractions, and people were assets. Until he met her. She was never part of his plan. But now, he can't seem to let her go - and she's no longer willing to stay silent. Two hearts, bound by duty and torn by desire, must decide if love is worth risking everything they were raised to protect.

Flight 9W-237 lies shattered across a Himalayan ridge. It didn't crash. It was hunted out of the sky. Only two heartbeats still echo in the wreckage. Major Ahaan "Falcon" Singh, Para SF, moves through the Himalayan cold like death itself. Bleeding shoulder, storm-grey eyes colder than the mountain, and a grip that could snap bone. He's the kind of man whose classified files are sealed for a reason-the kind who's killed more men than he's saved. His has eyes that have seen death and hunting it. I was just another passenger flying home when terrorists turned the plane journey into a nightmare. We have survived. Because he wrapped his body around mine when the plane kissed the mountain. Now we're stranded on snowy mountains in cave. He positioned himself between me and the cave entrance, a human barrier against the cold and the darkness. "You're shivering," he says, voice low, rough from smoke and command. I nod, unable to speak. It's not the cold making my breath catch. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. The warmth still carries his scent: metal, pine, and raw man. Then he steps closer. Too close. His calloused fingers brush a strand of hair from my face, lingering longer than necessary. "I've got you," he murmurs against my ear. "No one's touching you again. Not while I'm breathing." My heart slams against my ribs. I should be terrified. I've just survived a hijacking, a crash, a bloodbath. Rescue is forty-eight hours away. Forty-eight hours of snowstorms, in a cave, and a man who saved my life. When he looks at me, it's with the kind of focus he probably reserves for military objectives. Except it's softer. Deeper. Like I'm the mission that matters. The hunters circle. The snow falls. And I realize-The most dangerous man on this terrain isn't the terrorists outside. It's the one holding me like he'll never let go, even as he pretends I mean nothing at all.

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