The diya flickered low.
Raghuveer lay on his back, half-dozing, the scent of jasmine still clinging to his fingers.
Kesar's body was a live wire. Milk was leaked in steady way, soaking the sheet beneath her. Between her thighs she was drenched, swollen, aching so badly her legs shook.
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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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