Arnav's pov
The morning light filtered through the curtains of my hotel suite, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets. I stretched, my body still humming from the night before. Khushi's scent lingered on my skin, a mix of her arousal and the faint floral notes of her perfume. We'd gone at it hard—me devouring her pussy until she shattered, lapping up every drop of her cum as she squirted into my mouth, my fingers plunging deep inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her scream.
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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