𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 𝐔 𝐍 𝐒 𝐏 𝐎 𝐊 𝐄 𝐍 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐅 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍
when 𝗱𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘃 𝘀𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘃 returns to India after spending most of his life in london, he expects a smooth transition into his final year of school. Calm, composed, and carrying the charm of a modern upbringing, he has everything-wealth, intelligence, and an air of mystery. but his world collides with 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗶, a fierce and free-spirited girl from banaras, who embodies the soul of traditional India. she's loud, unapologetically desi, and wears her emotions on her sleeve.
their journey begins with curiosity but is soon clouded by assumptions and misunderstandings. she sees him as an arrogant outsider; he sees her as too unpredictable. every step forward comes with a setback-miscommunication, heartbreak, and stubborn pride pulling them apart. yet, no matter how far they stray, fate keeps pulling them back together.
through clashes of culture, heated arguments, and stolen moments of tenderness, they discover that love isn't about finding perfection but understanding imperfection. in the end, no matter how many times they break apart, they always return to each other-because some stories are meant to be rewritten, again and again.
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 : 23rd of february
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : 𝗼𝗻-𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲
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Professor's Dark Desire
[18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3
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"Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy.
"Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy.
"Answer......"
She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering.
"Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry.
"Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time.
"I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her.
"Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices.
"Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....