With Rohan and Meena still busy from the kitchen smirking like cats, both with flushed faces and secretive smirks and Rajesh emerging from the washroom with Rashmi trailing behind—her lips swollen and thighs glistening under her salwar— Sunita and Kishan limping to the living room, walking with difficulty after rigorous session— the families pretended nothing happened.
Everyone grabbed water glasses to calm their panted breath while their eyes were locked on their fuck-buddy. soon chatter started flowing about wedding dates.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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