For the readers who crave powerful men, broken girls and connections that feel sinful, addictive, and impossible to forget. This is not a love story. This is a beautifully reckless mistake.
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Kothe wali to bohot dekhi hogi, par yeh wali kuch alag hai. Gayi toh vese padne ke liye lekin mardo ka esa thark laga ki sab bhul kar bass tange felana pasand kara isne.
They were supposed to be sisters. Ride-or-die best friends. Two broken girls stitching each other whole. But behind the laughter and loyalty hides the filth neither of them could confess. EMBER ASHFORD — wild, rebellious, hiding a hunger she’s too ashamed to admit. Until her best friend’s mother takes her in hand, bends her over, and makes her a secret whore. RONAVIKA SEN — soft, curvy, naïve. A girl who thought love meant surviving bruises, until a stranger twice her age fucks her against a club wall and teaches her that pleasure can be cruel too. Only it isn’t just any stranger. It’s Ember’s stepfather. Now they’re trapped in a web of moans, lies, and shackles — two besties unknowingly fucked into submission by each other’s parents. And when the truth spills out? Their world won’t shatter. It’ll burn.
For a long time, I’ve been talking to women through my work, my stories, my DMs and one thing keeps coming up again and again.
Kothe wali to bohot dekhi hogi, par yeh wali kuch alag hai. Gayi toh vese padne ke liye lekin mardo ka esa thark laga ki sab bhul kar bass tange felana pasand kara isne.
They were supposed to be sisters. Ride-or-die best friends. Two broken girls stitching each other whole. But behind the laughter and loyalty hides the filth neither of them could confess. EMBER ASHFORD — wild, rebellious, hiding a hunger she’s too ashamed to admit. Until her best friend’s mother takes her in hand, bends her over, and makes her a secret whore. RONAVIKA SEN — soft, curvy, naïve. A girl who thought love meant surviving bruises, until a stranger twice her age fucks her against a club wall and teaches her that pleasure can be cruel too. Only it isn’t just any stranger. It’s Ember’s stepfather. Now they’re trapped in a web of moans, lies, and shackles — two besties unknowingly fucked into submission by each other’s parents. And when the truth spills out? Their world won’t shatter. It’ll burn.
They were supposed to be sisters. Ride-or-die best friends. Two broken girls stitching each other whole. But behind the laughter and loyalty hides the filth neither of them could confess. EMBER ASHFORD — wild, rebellious, hiding a hunger she’s too ashamed to admit. Until her best friend’s mother takes her in hand, bends her over, and makes her a secret whore. RONAVIKA SEN — soft, curvy, naïve. A girl who thought love meant surviving bruises, until a stranger twice her age fucks her against a club wall and teaches her that pleasure can be cruel too. Only it isn’t just any stranger. It’s Ember’s stepfather. Now they’re trapped in a web of moans, lies, and shackles — two besties unknowingly fucked into submission by each other’s parents. And when the truth spills out? Their world won’t shatter. It’ll burn.
Kothe wali to bohot dekhi hogi, par yeh wali kuch alag hai. Gayi toh vese padne ke liye lekin mardo ka esa thark laga ki sab bhul kar bass tange felana pasand kara isne.
He was twice her age and everything she should’ve stayed away from — composed, commanding, dangerously calm. But there was something about the way his eyes lingered — like he’d already undressed her soul before even touching her skin. Shashwat Yadav had built his world on silence, discipline, and restraint… until she arrived like a soft rebellion — Rooh. She was warmth in his cold, curiosity wrapped in chaos, the kind of temptation that made even control taste like sin. What began as a stolen glance turned into a slow descent — where every word held tension, and every breath begged for more. He was her forbidden calm. She was his quiet undoing. And somewhere between resistance and surrender… they both forgot where wrong ended and desire began.
A Sin She Called Home She didn’t return to the house of sin— Sin came knocking at hers. Ayla Kapoor had built her life brick by brick in the city of dreams. Independent, desirable, and untouched by the chaos of her broken family, she stayed away from what once shattered her. But when Vivaan Singhania—her mama, a man twice her age and dangerously tender toward her—shows up at her door in Mumbai, something shifts. He's married. She knows that. He’s her blood. She remembers that. And yet, the way his eyes linger, the way his voice wraps around her name, reminds her of nights she wasn’t supposed to remember… desires she wasn’t supposed to feel. As old shadows stretch between them, seduction takes the shape of routine, and control becomes their shared addiction. Because some sins don’t live in the past. Some wear the scent of family… and knock on your door like home.
She thinks I’m harmless. The nerd. The quiet one. Her personal emotional punching bag since we were kids. She calls me her comfort zone—her best friend. But I’m not just her friend. I’m the guy who gets hard when she climbs into my lap laughing. The guy who clenches his fists when she talks about other men. The guy who’s been in love with every soft inch of her since the day she hugged me and told me I “felt like home.” She doesn't know what she does to me. That every time she crashes at my place after a breakup, wearing my hoodie and nothing underneath... I have to fight not to press my mouth to her thighs and show her what I’ve been holding back for years. She sleeps beside me. Touches me. Tells me I’m the only man who’s never wanted her body. If only she knew the filthy things I’ve imagined doing to it. She thinks bestfriends don’t get hard. But she’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And one day soon... She’s going to find out just how hard I’ve been for her.
Masoom si hasi, laal saree ka jadoo, aur jism mein sulagti ek bhookh jo kabhi naam nahi maangti... Mishti, ghar ki dehleez par khelti bachpan se Animesh ke saaye mein badi hui. Lekin ek din, ek nazar... aur sab kuch badal gaya. Ab woh sirf beti ki dost nahi, balki us palang ka raaz thi jahan hawas ne rivaazon ko maat de di. Yeh kahaani hai ek chhupi pyaas ki, jahan izzat bhi thi... aur laalach bhi. Jahan ek chokri apne jism se rakh rahi thi kadam us bistar tak, jahan sirf uski saanso ki garmaahat bolti thi.
He was her stepblood — meant to protect. But her bottle-green eyes were a debt he’d claim, no matter the cost.💀🌹 She was the Khurana princess — born into wealth, power, and privilege. Kiara Khurana, with her bottle-green eyes that haunted every man who looked into them. Spoiled. Bratty. Untouched. Until he returned. Aarush Khurana. Her stepbrother. Ten years away in exile — building an empire in shadows, spilling blood for a throne no one saw. Now back to take what was always his. And she is his price. She thought she ruled her world. But the game was his all along.
Aashika, 17years old school going girl. Studying medical in top private school of her country. Azaan Mir, 30 years old married man have wife and little daughter. Teaches Chemistry in the same school as Aashika. What do you think What will happen when he'll start jerking off💦 his 🍌 while imagining Her 🍒🍑
MAYA...a 20 year old girl or you can say a woman with body for which any man could die for.. so think what will her own family's men could do. . . . . Ahhhh vo aa jaengi, said a girl . Koi nahi aayega janeman vo so rahi hai, he said while Licking her tits. #forbiddenromance
"She slept in silk, untouched by man—yet every night, she woke with the phantom imprint of a monster’s hands on her skin."
Mohini ek vidhwa thi—sanskari, khamosh aur poore khandaan ki izzat. Uski beti ki shaadi uss ladke se hui jo har maa ka sapna hota hai—samajhdaar, shareef, aur biwi ka deewana. Par shaadi ke kuch mahine baad, ek aisi nazar takraayi jo takraani nahi chahiye thi. Mohini ne use sirf daamad samjha tha... par usne Mohini mein sirf ek maa nahi, ek aurat bhi dekh li. Mohini samajhti rahi ki yeh bas ek bhatakta jazba hai... Lekin har din uski saans uske kareeb thamne lagi. Woh pal, jab Mohini ke kapde bheeg jaate the kitchen mein... aur uske daamad ki aankhen un bheegti silwaton mein doob jaati thi. Woh uski beti se shaadi karke aaya tha... par pyaar toh us Mohini se ho gaya jo kabhi kisi ki thi hi nahi. Yeh kahaani hai ek “Geeli Si Khwahish” ki... jo kab paap ban gayi, Mohini ko khud bhi pata nahi chala.
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