Morning light streams through sheer curtains, warming the dining area. On the wooden table—a beautiful spread of idli‑sambar, buttery toast, fresh fruit salad, and hot cardamom chai in fine porcelain cups. The air is filled with the clinking of spoons, soft laughter, and the hum of early chatter.
Yagna scoops up a spoonful of sambar, eyes bright. “Alright ladies, what’s our class schedule today?”
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Steam billowed around them as Meher tried to hold the book above the spray, her voice trembling. "'He pinned her hands and kissed her-hard, like he owned her...'" Samar's fingers closed around her wrists, pressing them to the slick shower wall. "Good. Keep reading." "Samar-" "Read." His tone left no room for argument. She swallowed, breath hitching. "'He pressed his body against hers...his mouth hot and demanding...'" His chest molded to her back, hips grinding slowly. Water cascaded over them. "Go on," he ordered, teeth grazing her shoulder. Her voice cracked. "'He whispered that he'd ruin her for anyone else...'" Samar chuckled darkly, lips brushing her ear. "That's the idea." He slid a hand between her thighs, making her drop the book at last with a gasp. "Forget it, Meher," he murmured, claiming her mouth hungrily. "I'm finishing this chapter my way."
Viraj malhotra × Aanya shekhawat He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes burning with hunger. "You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice rough. "Your lips, swollen from my kisses. Your cheeks, flushed with shame. And your body..." His hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her hip through the saree. "Your body is begging for me." She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. "I'm not... I don't..."
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