Kesar stepped out of the kitchen with kheer, moving slowly, painfully. Every step sent a dull ache up her thighs. The red saree stuck to her skin, and the glass bangles clinked with each careful breath.
Her limp was unmistakable.
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A mature story with hinglish content. One maid. One politician's son. And an government house built on silence and rules. She works under his authority. What grows is unequal, unnamed, and dangerous. This is not love. It is proximity under power—and the cost of crossing it. Reader discretion advised.
It's an adult smut story based on Indian household where the daughter in law, gets into affair with her husband's youngest uncle. The story contains infidelity, and smut, and mention a bit of Hindi adult words.
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