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I am not good writer. I just new and trying. I have many such dirty ideas and fantasies..so just trying to write the story.

Sorry Bhai...idea nahi mil raha ishke baad kaise aur aage le jau..jo pehle soch raha tha ab woh likhne ka maan nahi kar raha

Part-3 Us raat mera dil sach mein control se bahar tha. Room band tha. Light halki si dim kar rakhi thi. Table par woh leather body harness rakha tha. Haath se do teen baar utha kar phir rakh diya tha. Samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main excited zyada tha ya darr gaya tha. Pehli baar meri koi...

Part-2 Phir ek din main neeche TV dekh raha tha aur Maa mera kamra saaf kar rahi thi. Tabhi achanak Maa ki awaj ayi. Maa: Raju… Bas naam. Sirf mera naam. Maa mujhe seedha naam lekar bahut kam bulati thi. Us pal dil halkasa dhadak utha. Maine turant sochna shuru kar diya — aakhir aisa kya ho...

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Shaam ho chuki thi. Drawing room mein balloons chipke hue the, lights thodi zyada hi chamak rahi thi, aur pados ke log already aana shuru ho gaye the. Main sofe par baitha phone scroll kar raha tha—sach bolun toh main zyada excited apne do close doston ke liye tha, jo abhi tak aaye nahi the...

mera naam Raju hai. Mere family mein sirf 3 log the—main, meri maa Anju, aur meri daadi. Maa simple thi. Bahut hi simple. Ghar ka kaam, kitchen, aur TV serials — bas wahi uski duniya thi. Gaon ki ladki, padh likh nahi payi, chhoti umar mein shaadi, phir sheher aayi… aur kuch hi mahino mein hi...

Hi, yeh ek fictional story hai. Ish series mein fetish, bdsm and kink bhorpur hoga. Sex kafi chapter tak nahi hoga...Mera hindi utna khas nahi. Isliye likhne mein gali hone pe maaf karna. Aur jishe maa aur son ya fetish, bdsm story pasand nahi to ushke liye yeh story nahi hai.

Ch-1 I don’t really notice her at first. She’s just the house owner. Widow. Schoolteacher. Serious type. Always wrapped in plain cotton sarees like she’s made a deal with life to keep things dull. People like her don’t register. You don’t think about them. You just know they exist. Her name...

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I always thought my wife Kamla was invisible to the world. She was 37 then. Five foot one, dusky wheatish skin, healthy body — not slim, not fat. Waist soft, hips broad, chest full after childbirth. Face simple — big eyes, straight nose, always a little tired. She never dressed to impress...

I was a small-town boy then, living in a house that was still finding its shape. The land held two houses. The new one stood in front, half-finished, smelling of fresh cement and dust. The old house lay at the back, broken and tired, its rooms partly open to the sky. Though it was damaged, it...

I was a small-town boy then, living in a house that was still finding its shape. The land held two houses. The new one stood in front, half-finished, smelling of fresh cement and dust. The old house lay at the back, broken and tired, its rooms partly open to the sky. Though it was damaged, it...

Part-4 Ghar ke darwaze tak aate-aate mera gussa kaafi had tak thanda ho chuka tha. Mela ki woh saari garmahat… woh andhera…maa ki jishm, bur ki pani.. Maa ka rona, uski woh ajeeb-si awaazein…, uska “Please, maaf kar do …” kehna— sab mere dimaag mein ab bhi ghoom raha tha. Us waqt maa bilkul...