The morning after the club, the city was still asleep when Arnav and Khushi arrived at AR Enterprise headquarters. Their bodies still hummed with the memory of the night before—the masks, the crowd, the way she'd screamed his name while strangers watched. But today was business. Or so he thought.
Khushi had worn a deep blue sari, the fabric pooling around her like midnight water. Her blouse was cut low, showing the swell of her breasts. She'd pinned her hair up, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. Every step she took made the fabric whisper against her thighs, and Arnav's cock twitched in his trousers just watching her walk.
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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