The 9th-floor glass cabin was silent except for the soft whir of the AC. Ananya’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the last slide of the presentation still unfinished. Her white formal shirt clung slightly to her back; the black pencil skirt had ridden up without her noticing. She had promised herself she would leave by eight. The wall clock now read 9:27.
The door opened. No knock.
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In the quiet corners of a traditional joint family home, Anjali has perfected the art of looking content. Married into respectability, she shares a bed with a husband who cannot desire her and a life measured in duty, sindoor, and silence. Then Kabir returns. Her devar. Older, sharper, and dangerously attentive. What begins as charged glances and monsoon nights on a shared mattress quickly burns into something neither of them can control—stolen hours, shameless hunger, and a love that has no place in the world they inhabit. When the truth of her marriage is laid bare, a fragile arrangement is born. By day Anjali remains the perfect bahu. By night she belongs to the man who was never meant to touch her. Ps: Dialogues are in Hindi and story is narrated in English
She was never supposed to want him. Mishti Sharma has spent years trying to bury a childish crush on Abhiman Singh Rajput — her family’s cold, distant almost-son-in-law, the man who was meant for her elder sister. Now he is her professor. Strict. Untouchable. Heartless in every way that matters. He humiliates her in class. He draws lines she is forbidden to cross. He pretends the way her eyes follow him means nothing. But distance has a way of cracking. One misplaced letter. One near-fatal fall. One night of jealousy and a mark left on her skin. Slowly, the man who claimed he felt nothing begins to lose the control he values more than anything. She is too young. He is too wrong for her. Their families still watch. And every stolen touch only makes the fire harder to put out. In the space between hatred and hunger, between duty and desire, Mishti and Abhiman discover that some heats are impossible to forbid… …and once tasted, impossible to forget. This is desi smut story with medium smut Ps: Story is written in English whereas the dialogues in Hindi.
Emperor and his stolen wife He took a kingdom to avenge his pride. He kept its princess to satisfy his obsession. Emperor Adhiraj of Madhavpoor is the most feared warrior of his age—cold, ruthless, and unforgiving. When the rival king of Dakshinapur steals the widow of Adhiraj’s late brother, the insult demands blood. He waits until the enemy is far across the sea, then razes Dakshinapur in two nights and claims the one prize that will hurt the most: Princess Sayoojya. She is forced into his howdah, bound in his silk, and locked in chambers that open directly into the emperor’s own. What begins as cold revenge soon twists into something far more dangerous. Adhiraj, a man who has never wanted anything he could not conquer, finds himself undone by the one woman who refuses to break. Sayoojya hates him. She fears him. And with every charged glance, every deliberate touch, every night he comes closer without taking everything, her body begins to betray her. Forced proximity turns into slow-burning hunger. Resistance turns into reluctant need. And the emperor who once saw her only as a weapon of vengeance begins to crave her as the only softness he will ever allow himself. But war is never truly over. When her brother returns to reclaim her, Sayoojya must choose: the kingdom that was stolen from her… or the man who stole her and, in doing so, gave her a claim far more permanent than any crown. Dark. Possessive. Intensely erotic. A historical Desi romance of power, pride, and a love forged in captivity. Ps : Story is written in English which the conversations are in Hindi .
In the quiet village of Sundarpur, an innocent girl is given away in an arranged marriage to the most feared man in the region. Meera is soft-spoken, untouched, and raised on simple dreams. Raghav Singh, the village chief, is cold, controlled, and known for a gaze that lingers too long. When the elders bind them together, she expects duty. What she receives is something far more dangerous. From the moment the pheras are completed, Raghav makes his claim clear. He does not ask. He takes — slowly, thoroughly, and without apology. Every night he peels away another layer of her innocence, teaching her body to open only for him. His hunger is relentless. His possessiveness borders on obsession. And the more she gives, the more he demands. What begins as an arranged marriage of power and obedience burns into something darker and far more intimate. As Meera’s body learns to crave the very man who once terrified her, Raghav’s cold exterior cracks just enough to reveal a lifelong vow of ownership — one that will see her claimed, filled, and bound to him through every season of their lives. Village Chief Ki Biwi is a steamy, slow-burn erotic romance of intense sexual tension, raw possession, and a love that is anything but gentle. Ps: the dialogues are in Hindi and whole story is written in English #erotica #smut #desi #villagestory
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