For a long moment, neither of them moved. The diyas flickered around them, their flames swaying as though they too held their breath. Rajveer's forehead rested against hers, the faint trace of her sindoor smeared on his skin like a scar he wanted to keep.
His hand slid from her throat to cradle the back of her neck, thumb stroking the mangalsutra chain like it was the most precious thing he'd ever touched.
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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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