Arnav's pov
I paced the length of my living room of my presidential suite, the dim light from the bedroom casting long shadows across the hall. My cock was already half-hard just from the sweet fuck session i had with Khush. The sexting we'd exchanged earlier—her messages had been filthy, begging for what I planned to give her tonight but as I was her first, I wanted to make her feel good about it. Although she is my first too.
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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