The wedding day dawned with a frenzy of preparations, but my mind was on Arjun. We had one last secret yoga session in the early morning, before the makeup artists arrived and the house buzzed with relatives. I slipped into the hotel basement gym room, heart pounding. Arjun was already there, mat rolled out, wearing just shorts that hugged his strong thighs.
"Rekha, you have a perfect timing. we are going to do one final workout to loosen you up for tonight", he said with a wink, his eyes roaming my body in the tight leggings and tank top.
I nodded, still buzzing from our haldi day romp. My pussy was already tingling with the need.
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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