Erotica The Unspoken Flame Within Her

[jaanvi sen]

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[jaanvi sen]

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I didn’t know what it meant to fall in love, nor did I understand the feeling of being someone’s beloved. Yet, before I could fully grasp love, my arranged marriage was fixed with someone. My wedding took place before I could truly understand love.

Love crept up on me like a thief in the night, and it took me ages to realize what it was. When it finally hit me, when I felt that overwhelming rush of love, I was terrified at first.

But then, my heart whispered the truth: "I’m not just in love with him, I’m madly in love with him."

I’ve fallen for him, and God, it’s a love so fierce it consumes me. He’s in every breath I take, woven into the rhythm of my soul. I don’t know when he claimed my heart, but he’s there now, rooted deep, unshakable.

"All I know is that I love him wildly, recklessly, completely."

He moves like a lion, all power and grace, towering over everyone else. Too tall, too commanding. When he speaks, his voice roars like thunder, but when he talks to me, that same fierce growl softens, laced with a sweetness that makes my knees weak.

He’s a man who eclipses all others, no one else even comes close. He’s strength, power, intelligence, charisma… and mine. Or so I thought.

At first, I convinced myself it was just friendship. I couldn’t or wouldn’t face my feelings. I was scared to admit what was brewing inside me, scared to name this wild, untamed thing as love.

But it didn’t take long for me to understand. I knew myself, knew my heart, and I knew I’d fallen for him hard. A love I shouldn’t have let bloom, but it did, and now it’s all I am.

I can’t live without him. When he’s not near, my world feels hollow, restless. I’m possessive as hell, crazy, obsessive, insane about him. I don’t just want him; I need him. I want him to love me the way I love him, to care for me the way I care for him, with every fiber of my being.

But I couldn’t say it. Those three words

"I love you"

became my secret, locked tight in my chest. I couldn’t confess, but damn, my actions betrayed me. Every time he was near, my love spilled out in the way I looked at him, the way my voice softened, the way my body leaned toward him like a flower chasing the sun. It was like acupuncture sharp, precise, undeniable.

Everything was fine for a while. I kept my secret buried, and we were good. I cared for him, and he seemed to care for me too. His glances made me shy, made my heart race. I swear I saw love in his eyes, but neither of us spoke it. And that was enough. Just having him there in my life, was enough.

Until that cursed morning came. I’d made his favorite food like I always did, ready to share a moment with him. But he walked out without a word, without even looking at me.

I stood there frozen, my heart shattering so loudly I could hear it crack. The pain clawed from my chest to my throat, choking me.

And after that day, everything changed. Everything. He stopped caring. Stopped looking at me. Stopped talking to me. No more hugs, no more warmth. It was like I didn’t exist for him. I started questioning myself and everything.

"Why doesn’t he love me anymore? Why won’t he even look at me?”

“Am I ugly?”

"Why doesn’t he come to me anymore?"

“Am I… God, do I smell bad or something?”

“No, hell no, I’m not the problem!”

“Then why? Why is he doing this to me? WHYYYYYY?”

I cried. Every day, every night I sobbed until my eyes burned. My heart screamed that it only wanted him, that it only knew him. We lived in the same damn house, but he felt a million miles away. The man I gave my heart to left me alone, abandoned me in this love I couldn’t escape.

"Did he forget the moments we shared? Our friendship? Did it mean nothing?"

Now, he barely acknowledges me. I ask him "what’s wrong", "how you doing", and all I get is a curt “yeah” or “hmm.” That’s it.

But he talks to everyone else, just not me.

Then came the day his friends showed up. Female friends. A little house party, he called it. Seeing him with them, laughing, close, it set my heart on fire. Not a warm, but fire, a raging, jealous inferno, like a forest ablaze.

I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything to him. I just stood there, burning, crying like a lunatic. My heart, my soul, they were screaming.

That night, I prayed to God:

"if my love for him is true, if I love him with all that I am, then one day, one damn day he’ll love me back. Until then, I’d burn for him."

Four years. Four fucking years of this torment. I was angry, heartbroken, a true mess from inside. Every day, he was right there in front of me, talking to everyone but me.

Year after year, I withered, my eyes wet with longing, begging for just one glance, one word from him.

And then, after those endless four years, my prayers were answered. Out of nowhere, he started talking to me again. My heart soared. But It wasn’t the same not the lover I dreamed of, not even the friend I once had. He spoke to me like I was a stranger.

But damn God, I was so happy. He’s talking to me. That was enough. I told myself to be patient, to hold on.

Then came my birthday. He surprised me not just with a gift but with the whole family there celebrating. I was stunned and overjoyed. That day, he spoke to me like he used to, looked at me with those eyes I knew so well, eyes that held love, or so I believed.

At the party, his gaze lingered on me, and my heart raced so fast I thought it’d burst. We couldn’t talk much with family around, but our eyes spoke volumes, weaving a silent conversation only we understood.

When it was time to leave, he sat next to me in the car, in the back. My mom was up front, asleep. We talked but quietly, secretly, like we were sharing something forbidden.

He held my hand, and I swear the world stopped for me. His touch, warm and firm, sent shivers through me. My heart pounded my breath hitched.

I kept glancing forward, terrified someone would see us, but I couldn’t stop myself. His warmth, his presence it was everything.

We got home, and he went to his room, me to mine. We live in the same house, but not the same room, and that distance killed me. My heart was still racing. I turned on the shower letting cold water cascade over me, trying to calm the fire inside.

But he was there, in my mind, in every beat of my heart. I could still feel the warmth of his hand, smell the masculine scent of him strong and intoxicating.

In the car, with everyone around, I’d been shy, but his closeness had done things to me. My body reacted, my core aching, wet with need just from his touch, his scent. I moaned softly under the water drops.

“Your touch… I’ve missed it so damn much,”

I whispered, my voice trembling.

“aucchhh... Your hands, so warm”

“Ummmmmm... your scent ahhhh... it’s driving me insane.”

“I’m… I’m so wet for you.”

My hand the one he’d held. slid down, slipping into my panties. I felt how much I wanted him, my fingers brushing against my slick heat.

Schlick. Schlick.

I couldn’t stop. The water poured over me, but it felt like his hands, his touch. One hand cupped my breast, the other moved between my thighs, desperate, needy.

Squish. Squish.

“aahhh… my pussy... Nnghhh"

"It’s yours,” I gasped.

“Why… why haven’t you touched me? Mnnhhh.. I’m yours, Squish... only yours.”

“Look at me, see how much I want you.. fuck me naghhhh... f-fuck my pussy ummhh... Schlick! I’m shaking for you.”

slosh! slosh!

I was lost, imagining it was him touching me, teasing my boobs His warm fingers touching my wet vagina, rubbing it slow and intense. sending wild, electric vibes through my core. his hands claiming me.

But then reality crashed in. I froze, yanking my hand away, stumbling back in the shower. My legs gave out and I sank to the floor, trembling.

“Why? Why do you do this to me?”

I sobbed. I loved him so deeply, but I couldn’t have him. I could only watch from afar, my heart breaking with every step he took away from me.

“You… I can’t live without you. Please, love me like I love you. Like you used to.”

“No more. Nooo I can’t keep this secret inside. I have to tell you. I’ll die if I don’t.”

That night, I cried myself to sleep, drowning in my loneliness, my frustration, my love. I made up my mind I’d tell him But fear gripped me. What if he rejected me? What if my love wasn’t enough? I’m strong, but not strong enough to lose him. If he’s not mine, I don’t want to be in this world.

A month passed, and I waited for the right moment. It came, finally, one night when the stars felt like they were aligned just for me. I decided

"Tonight, I’d bare my heart to him, no matter the cost."

 

[Sasukes Mistress]

Congratulations for new story but wtf are these tags really?

 

[Syamala_39]

And it begins​

Update 1

I didn’t know what it meant to fall in love, nor did I understand the feeling of being someone’s beloved. Yet, before I could fully grasp love, my arranged marriage was fixed with someone. My wedding took place before I could truly understand love.

Love crept up on me like a thief in the night, and it took me ages to realize what it was. When it finally hit me, when I felt that overwhelming rush of love, I was terrified at first.

But then, my heart whispered the truth: "I’m not just in love with him, I’m madly in love with him."

I’ve fallen for him, and God, it’s a love so fierce it consumes me. He’s in every breath I take, woven into the rhythm of my soul. I don’t know when he claimed my heart, but he’s there now, rooted deep, unshakable.

"All I know is that I love him wildly, recklessly, completely."

He moves like a lion, all power and grace, towering over everyone else. Too tall, too commanding. When he speaks, his voice roars like thunder, but when he talks to me, that same fierce growl softens, laced with a sweetness that makes my knees weak.

He’s a man who eclipses all others, no one else even comes close. He’s strength, power, intelligence, charisma… and mine. Or so I thought.

At first, I convinced myself it was just friendship. I couldn’t or wouldn’t face my feelings. I was scared to admit what was brewing inside me, scared to name this wild, untamed thing as love.

But it didn’t take long for me to understand. I knew myself, knew my heart, and I knew I’d fallen for him hard. A love I shouldn’t have let bloom, but it did, and now it’s all I am.

I can’t live without him. When he’s not near, my world feels hollow, restless. I’m possessive as hell, crazy, obsessive, insane about him. I don’t just want him; I need him. I want him to love me the way I love him, to care for me the way I care for him, with every fiber of my being.

But I couldn’t say it. Those three words

"I love you"

became my secret, locked tight in my chest. I couldn’t confess, but damn, my actions betrayed me. Every time he was near, my love spilled out in the way I looked at him, the way my voice softened, the way my body leaned toward him like a flower chasing the sun. It was like acupuncture sharp, precise, undeniable.

Everything was fine for a while. I kept my secret buried, and we were good. I cared for him, and he seemed to care for me too. His glances made me shy, made my heart race. I swear I saw love in his eyes, but neither of us spoke it. And that was enough. Just having him there in my life, was enough.

Until that cursed morning came. I’d made his favorite food like I always did, ready to share a moment with him. But he walked out without a word, without even looking at me.

I stood there frozen, my heart shattering so loudly I could hear it crack. The pain clawed from my chest to my throat, choking me.

And after that day, everything changed. Everything. He stopped caring. Stopped looking at me. Stopped talking to me. No more hugs, no more warmth. It was like I didn’t exist for him. I started questioning myself and everything.

"Why doesn’t he love me anymore? Why won’t he even look at me?”

“Am I ugly?”

"Why doesn’t he come to me anymore?"

“Am I… God, do I smell bad or something?”

“No, hell no, I’m not the problem!”

“Then why? Why is he doing this to me? WHYYYYYY?”

I cried. Every day, every night I sobbed until my eyes burned. My heart screamed that it only wanted him, that it only knew him. We lived in the same damn house, but he felt a million miles away. The man I gave my heart to left me alone, abandoned me in this love I couldn’t escape.

"Did he forget the moments we shared? Our friendship? Did it mean nothing?"

Now, he barely acknowledges me. I ask him "what’s wrong", "how you doing", and all I get is a curt “yeah” or “hmm.” That’s it.

But he talks to everyone else, just not me.

Then came the day his friends showed up. Female friends. A little house party, he called it. Seeing him with them, laughing, close, it set my heart on fire. Not a warm, but fire, a raging, jealous inferno, like a forest ablaze.

I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything to him. I just stood there, burning, crying like a lunatic. My heart, my soul, they were screaming.

That night, I prayed to God:

"if my love for him is true, if I love him with all that I am, then one day, one damn day he’ll love me back. Until then, I’d burn for him."

Four years. Four fucking years of this torment. I was angry, heartbroken, a true mess from inside. Every day, he was right there in front of me, talking to everyone but me.

Year after year, I withered, my eyes wet with longing, begging for just one glance, one word from him.

And then, after those endless four years, my prayers were answered. Out of nowhere, he started talking to me again. My heart soared. But It wasn’t the same not the lover I dreamed of, not even the friend I once had. He spoke to me like I was a stranger.

But damn God, I was so happy. He’s talking to me. That was enough. I told myself to be patient, to hold on.

Then came my birthday. He surprised me not just with a gift but with the whole family there celebrating. I was stunned and overjoyed. That day, he spoke to me like he used to, looked at me with those eyes I knew so well, eyes that held love, or so I believed.

At the party, his gaze lingered on me, and my heart raced so fast I thought it’d burst. We couldn’t talk much with family around, but our eyes spoke volumes, weaving a silent conversation only we understood.

When it was time to leave, he sat next to me in the car, in the back. My mom was up front, asleep. We talked but quietly, secretly, like we were sharing something forbidden.

He held my hand, and I swear the world stopped for me. His touch, warm and firm, sent shivers through me. My heart pounded my breath hitched.

I kept glancing forward, terrified someone would see us, but I couldn’t stop myself. His warmth, his presence it was everything.

We got home, and he went to his room, me to mine. We live in the same house, but not the same room, and that distance killed me. My heart was still racing. I turned on the shower letting cold water cascade over me, trying to calm the fire inside.

But he was there, in my mind, in every beat of my heart. I could still feel the warmth of his hand, smell the masculine scent of him strong and intoxicating.

In the car, with everyone around, I’d been shy, but his closeness had done things to me. My body reacted, my core aching, wet with need just from his touch, his scent. I moaned softly under the water drops.

“Your touch… I’ve missed it so damn much,”

I whispered, my voice trembling.

“aucchhh... Your hands, so warm”

“Ummmmmm... your scent ahhhh... it’s driving me insane.”

“I’m… I’m so wet for you.”

My hand the one he’d held. slid down, slipping into my panties. I felt how much I wanted him, my fingers brushing against my slick heat.

Schlick. Schlick.

I couldn’t stop. The water poured over me, but it felt like his hands, his touch. One hand cupped my breast, the other moved between my thighs, desperate, needy.

Squish. Squish.

“aahhh… my pussy... Nnghhh"

"It’s yours,” I gasped.

“Why… why haven’t you touched me? Mnnhhh.. I’m yours, Squish... only yours.”

“Look at me, see how much I want you.. fuck me naghhhh... f-fuck my pussy ummhh... Schlick! I’m shaking for you.”

slosh! slosh!

I was lost, imagining it was him touching me, teasing my boobs His warm fingers touching my wet vagina, rubbing it slow and intense. sending wild, electric vibes through my core. his hands claiming me.

But then reality crashed in. I froze, yanking my hand away, stumbling back in the shower. My legs gave out and I sank to the floor, trembling.

“Why? Why do you do this to me?”

I sobbed. I loved him so deeply, but I couldn’t have him. I could only watch from afar, my heart breaking with every step he took away from me.

“You… I can’t live without you. Please, love me like I love you. Like you used to.”

“No more. Nooo I can’t keep this secret inside. I have to tell you. I’ll die if I don’t.”

That night, I cried myself to sleep, drowning in my loneliness, my frustration, my love. I made up my mind I’d tell him But fear gripped me. What if he rejected me? What if my love wasn’t enough? I’m strong, but not strong enough to lose him. If he’s not mine, I don’t want to be in this world.

A month passed, and I waited for the right moment. It came, finally, one night when the stars felt like they were aligned just for me. I decided

"Tonight, I’d bare my heart to him, no matter the cost."

Simply fantastic

 

[jaanvi sen]

Congratulations for new story but wtf are these tags really?

You'll find out in the next updates

 

[Sasukes Mistress]

You'll find out in the next updates

Woh last wala tag hata do bas

 

[jaanvi sen]

Simply fantastic

Thanks

 

[jaanvi sen]

Woh last wala tag hata do bas

Why I was thinking of adding some more tags too

 

[Sasukes Mistress]

Why I was thinking of adding some more tags too

Anything but scat

 

[rhyme_boy]

Congrats jaanvi sen
All the best...
Seems like you are experimenting with new kind of genre

 

[chal nikal]

And it begins​

Update 1

I didn’t know what it meant to fall in love, nor did I understand the feeling of being someone’s beloved. Yet, before I could fully grasp love, my arranged marriage was fixed with someone. My wedding took place before I could truly understand love.

Love crept up on me like a thief in the night, and it took me ages to realize what it was. When it finally hit me, when I felt that overwhelming rush of love, I was terrified at first.

But then, my heart whispered the truth: "I’m not just in love with him, I’m madly in love with him."

I’ve fallen for him, and God, it’s a love so fierce it consumes me. He’s in every breath I take, woven into the rhythm of my soul. I don’t know when he claimed my heart, but he’s there now, rooted deep, unshakable.

"All I know is that I love him wildly, recklessly, completely."

He moves like a lion, all power and grace, towering over everyone else. Too tall, too commanding. When he speaks, his voice roars like thunder, but when he talks to me, that same fierce growl softens, laced with a sweetness that makes my knees weak.

He’s a man who eclipses all others, no one else even comes close. He’s strength, power, intelligence, charisma… and mine. Or so I thought.

At first, I convinced myself it was just friendship. I couldn’t or wouldn’t face my feelings. I was scared to admit what was brewing inside me, scared to name this wild, untamed thing as love.

But it didn’t take long for me to understand. I knew myself, knew my heart, and I knew I’d fallen for him hard. A love I shouldn’t have let bloom, but it did, and now it’s all I am.

I can’t live without him. When he’s not near, my world feels hollow, restless. I’m possessive as hell, crazy, obsessive, insane about him. I don’t just want him; I need him. I want him to love me the way I love him, to care for me the way I care for him, with every fiber of my being.

But I couldn’t say it. Those three words

"I love you"

became my secret, locked tight in my chest. I couldn’t confess, but damn, my actions betrayed me. Every time he was near, my love spilled out in the way I looked at him, the way my voice softened, the way my body leaned toward him like a flower chasing the sun. It was like acupuncture sharp, precise, undeniable.

Everything was fine for a while. I kept my secret buried, and we were good. I cared for him, and he seemed to care for me too. His glances made me shy, made my heart race. I swear I saw love in his eyes, but neither of us spoke it. And that was enough. Just having him there in my life, was enough.

Until that cursed morning came. I’d made his favorite food like I always did, ready to share a moment with him. But he walked out without a word, without even looking at me.

I stood there frozen, my heart shattering so loudly I could hear it crack. The pain clawed from my chest to my throat, choking me.

And after that day, everything changed. Everything. He stopped caring. Stopped looking at me. Stopped talking to me. No more hugs, no more warmth. It was like I didn’t exist for him. I started questioning myself and everything.

"Why doesn’t he love me anymore? Why won’t he even look at me?”

“Am I ugly?”

"Why doesn’t he come to me anymore?"

“Am I… God, do I smell bad or something?”

“No, hell no, I’m not the problem!”

“Then why? Why is he doing this to me? WHYYYYYY?”

I cried. Every day, every night I sobbed until my eyes burned. My heart screamed that it only wanted him, that it only knew him. We lived in the same damn house, but he felt a million miles away. The man I gave my heart to left me alone, abandoned me in this love I couldn’t escape.

"Did he forget the moments we shared? Our friendship? Did it mean nothing?"

Now, he barely acknowledges me. I ask him "what’s wrong", "how you doing", and all I get is a curt “yeah” or “hmm.” That’s it.

But he talks to everyone else, just not me.

Then came the day his friends showed up. Female friends. A little house party, he called it. Seeing him with them, laughing, close, it set my heart on fire. Not a warm, but fire, a raging, jealous inferno, like a forest ablaze.

I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything to him. I just stood there, burning, crying like a lunatic. My heart, my soul, they were screaming.

That night, I prayed to God:

"if my love for him is true, if I love him with all that I am, then one day, one damn day he’ll love me back. Until then, I’d burn for him."

Four years. Four fucking years of this torment. I was angry, heartbroken, a true mess from inside. Every day, he was right there in front of me, talking to everyone but me.

Year after year, I withered, my eyes wet with longing, begging for just one glance, one word from him.

And then, after those endless four years, my prayers were answered. Out of nowhere, he started talking to me again. My heart soared. But It wasn’t the same not the lover I dreamed of, not even the friend I once had. He spoke to me like I was a stranger.

But damn God, I was so happy. He’s talking to me. That was enough. I told myself to be patient, to hold on.

Then came my birthday. He surprised me not just with a gift but with the whole family there celebrating. I was stunned and overjoyed. That day, he spoke to me like he used to, looked at me with those eyes I knew so well, eyes that held love, or so I believed.

At the party, his gaze lingered on me, and my heart raced so fast I thought it’d burst. We couldn’t talk much with family around, but our eyes spoke volumes, weaving a silent conversation only we understood.

When it was time to leave, he sat next to me in the car, in the back. My mom was up front, asleep. We talked but quietly, secretly, like we were sharing something forbidden.

He held my hand, and I swear the world stopped for me. His touch, warm and firm, sent shivers through me. My heart pounded my breath hitched.

I kept glancing forward, terrified someone would see us, but I couldn’t stop myself. His warmth, his presence it was everything.

We got home, and he went to his room, me to mine. We live in the same house, but not the same room, and that distance killed me. My heart was still racing. I turned on the shower letting cold water cascade over me, trying to calm the fire inside.

But he was there, in my mind, in every beat of my heart. I could still feel the warmth of his hand, smell the masculine scent of him strong and intoxicating.

In the car, with everyone around, I’d been shy, but his closeness had done things to me. My body reacted, my core aching, wet with need just from his touch, his scent. I moaned softly under the water drops.

“Your touch… I’ve missed it so damn much,”

I whispered, my voice trembling.

“aucchhh... Your hands, so warm”

“Ummmmmm... your scent ahhhh... it’s driving me insane.”

“I’m… I’m so wet for you.”

My hand the one he’d held. slid down, slipping into my panties. I felt how much I wanted him, my fingers brushing against my slick heat.

Schlick. Schlick.

I couldn’t stop. The water poured over me, but it felt like his hands, his touch. One hand cupped my breast, the other moved between my thighs, desperate, needy.

Squish. Squish.

“aahhh… my pussy... Nnghhh"

"It’s yours,” I gasped.

“Why… why haven’t you touched me? Mnnhhh.. I’m yours, Squish... only yours.”

“Look at me, see how much I want you.. fuck me naghhhh... f-fuck my pussy ummhh... Schlick! I’m shaking for you.”

slosh! slosh!

I was lost, imagining it was him touching me, teasing my boobs His warm fingers touching my wet vagina, rubbing it slow and intense. sending wild, electric vibes through my core. his hands claiming me.

But then reality crashed in. I froze, yanking my hand away, stumbling back in the shower. My legs gave out and I sank to the floor, trembling.

“Why? Why do you do this to me?”

I sobbed. I loved him so deeply, but I couldn’t have him. I could only watch from afar, my heart breaking with every step he took away from me.

“You… I can’t live without you. Please, love me like I love you. Like you used to.”

“No more. Nooo I can’t keep this secret inside. I have to tell you. I’ll die if I don’t.”

That night, I cried myself to sleep, drowning in my loneliness, my frustration, my love. I made up my mind I’d tell him But fear gripped me. What if he rejected me? What if my love wasn’t enough? I’m strong, but not strong enough to lose him. If he’s not mine, I don’t want to be in this world.

A month passed, and I waited for the right moment. It came, finally, one night when the stars felt like they were aligned just for me. I decided

"Tonight, I’d bare my heart to him, no matter the cost."

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