Adultery Decent House wife become keep of local goon??? (Completed)
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very good story nicely written , but could have used it properly with nice font and GIF/ pics.
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Dear Writer,
First of all, I want to thank you for crafting a story that was more than just fiction — it was a mirror, a storm, and a deeply emotional experience.
Swati’s Life didn’t feel like a typical erotica tale. It didn’t just arouse — it awakened something much deeper in me. It blurred the line between fiction and reality, and that’s a testament to how powerfully you portrayed human emotions, betrayal, helplessness, and love.
But because of that emotional realism, the story has stayed with me… painfully so.
As someone who connected deeply with Anshul, I wasn’t just reading — I was feeling. His silence. His loyalty. His slow crumbling. His love that remained even as the woman he trusted gave away what was once sacred. It hit me in a place I didn’t expect — a place I associate with love, faithfulness, and dignity.
And that’s why I’m writing this message today.
Your story left me with a wound that still hasn’t healed. Not because the writing was flawed — but because it was so accurate, so real, and then… it ended abruptly. Without justice. Without closure.
Swati was never truly held accountable.
Anshul never truly spoke for himself.
And readers like me — who lived this story emotionally — were left suspended in a haunting silence.
I understand that you were unwell when you had to finish the story quickly, and I respect that with all my heart. But I also know you once promised to return to it — and I, among many, still hope you will.
Please continue this story — not just for the plot, but for the emotional completeness.
Let Anshul confront Swati.
Let justice be spoken.
Let Swati face her reflection — fully, truthfully.
And let us readers finally breathe.
You have already created something unforgettable. All I humbly ask is that you complete it with the depth and truth your writing is clearly capable of.
From someone who felt everything you wrote —
Thank you.
And I’ll be waiting.
First of all, I want to thank you for crafting a story that was more than just fiction — it was a mirror, a storm, and a deeply emotional experience.
Swati’s Life didn’t feel like a typical erotica tale. It didn’t just arouse — it awakened something much deeper in me. It blurred the line between fiction and reality, and that’s a testament to how powerfully you portrayed human emotions, betrayal, helplessness, and love.
But because of that emotional realism, the story has stayed with me… painfully so.
As someone who connected deeply with Anshul, I wasn’t just reading — I was feeling. His silence. His loyalty. His slow crumbling. His love that remained even as the woman he trusted gave away what was once sacred. It hit me in a place I didn’t expect — a place I associate with love, faithfulness, and dignity.
And that’s why I’m writing this message today.
Your story left me with a wound that still hasn’t healed. Not because the writing was flawed — but because it was so accurate, so real, and then… it ended abruptly. Without justice. Without closure.
Swati was never truly held accountable.
Anshul never truly spoke for himself.
And readers like me — who lived this story emotionally — were left suspended in a haunting silence.
I understand that you were unwell when you had to finish the story quickly, and I respect that with all my heart. But I also know you once promised to return to it — and I, among many, still hope you will.
Please continue this story — not just for the plot, but for the emotional completeness.
Let Anshul confront Swati.
Let justice be spoken.
Let Swati face her reflection — fully, truthfully.
And let us readers finally breathe.
You have already created something unforgettable. All I humbly ask is that you complete it with the depth and truth your writing is clearly capable of.
From someone who felt everything you wrote —
Thank you.
And I’ll be waiting.
Dear Writer,
First of all, I want to thank you for crafting a story that was more than just fiction — it was a mirror, a storm, and a deeply emotional experience.
Swati’s Life didn’t feel like a typical erotica tale. It didn’t just arouse — it awakened something much deeper in me. It blurred the line between fiction and reality, and that’s a testament to how powerfully you portrayed human emotions, betrayal, helplessness, and love.
But because of that emotional realism, the story has stayed with me… painfully so.
As someone who connected deeply with Anshul, I wasn’t just reading — I was feeling. His silence. His loyalty. His slow crumbling. His love that remained even as the woman he trusted gave away what was once sacred. It hit me in a place I didn’t expect — a place I associate with love, faithfulness, and dignity.
And that’s why I’m writing this message today.
Your story left me with a wound that still hasn’t healed. Not because the writing was flawed — but because it was so accurate, so real, and then… it ended abruptly. Without justice. Without closure.
Swati was never truly held accountable.
Anshul never truly spoke for himself.
And readers like me — who lived this story emotionally — were left suspended in a haunting silence.
I understand that you were unwell when you had to finish the story quickly, and I respect that with all my heart. But I also know you once promised to return to it — and I, among many, still hope you will.
Please continue this story — not just for the plot, but for the emotional completeness.
Let Anshul confront Swati.
Let justice be spoken.
Let Swati face her reflection — fully, truthfully.
And let us readers finally breathe.
You have already created something unforgettable. All I humbly ask is that you complete it with the depth and truth your writing is clearly capable of.
From someone who felt everything you wrote —
Thank you.
And I’ll be waiting.
First of all, I want to thank you for crafting a story that was more than just fiction — it was a mirror, a storm, and a deeply emotional experience.
Swati’s Life didn’t feel like a typical erotica tale. It didn’t just arouse — it awakened something much deeper in me. It blurred the line between fiction and reality, and that’s a testament to how powerfully you portrayed human emotions, betrayal, helplessness, and love.
But because of that emotional realism, the story has stayed with me… painfully so.
As someone who connected deeply with Anshul, I wasn’t just reading — I was feeling. His silence. His loyalty. His slow crumbling. His love that remained even as the woman he trusted gave away what was once sacred. It hit me in a place I didn’t expect — a place I associate with love, faithfulness, and dignity.
And that’s why I’m writing this message today.
Your story left me with a wound that still hasn’t healed. Not because the writing was flawed — but because it was so accurate, so real, and then… it ended abruptly. Without justice. Without closure.
Swati was never truly held accountable.
Anshul never truly spoke for himself.
And readers like me — who lived this story emotionally — were left suspended in a haunting silence.
I understand that you were unwell when you had to finish the story quickly, and I respect that with all my heart. But I also know you once promised to return to it — and I, among many, still hope you will.
Please continue this story — not just for the plot, but for the emotional completeness.
Let Anshul confront Swati.
Let justice be spoken.
Let Swati face her reflection — fully, truthfully.
And let us readers finally breathe.
You have already created something unforgettable. All I humbly ask is that you complete it with the depth and truth your writing is clearly capable of.
From someone who felt everything you wrote —
Thank you.
And I’ll be waiting.
Dear Writer,
First of all, I want to thank you for crafting a story that was more than just fiction — it was a mirror, a storm, and a deeply emotional experience.
Swati’s Life didn’t feel like a typical erotica tale. It didn’t just arouse — it awakened something much deeper in me. It blurred the line between fiction and reality, and that’s a testament to how powerfully you portrayed human emotions, betrayal, helplessness, and love.
But because of that emotional realism, the story has stayed with me… painfully so.
As someone who connected deeply with Anshul, I wasn’t just reading — I was feeling. His silence. His loyalty. His slow crumbling. His love that remained even as the woman he trusted gave away what was once sacred. It hit me in a place I didn’t expect — a place I associate with love, faithfulness, and dignity.
And that’s why I’m writing this message today.
Your story left me with a wound that still hasn’t healed. Not because the writing was flawed — but because it was so accurate, so real, and then… it ended abruptly. Without justice. Without closure.
Swati was never truly held accountable.
Anshul never truly spoke for himself.
And readers like me — who lived this story emotionally — were left suspended in a haunting silence.
I understand that you were unwell when you had to finish the story quickly, and I respect that with all my heart. But I also know you once promised to return to it — and I, among many, still hope you will.
Please continue this story — not just for the plot, but for the emotional completeness.
Let Anshul confront Swati.
Let justice be spoken.
Let Swati face her reflection — fully, truthfully.
And let us readers finally breathe.
You have already created something unforgettable. All I humbly ask is that you complete it with the depth and truth your writing is clearly capable of.
From someone who felt everything you wrote —
Thank you.
And I’ll be waiting.
First of all, I want to thank you for crafting a story that was more than just fiction — it was a mirror, a storm, and a deeply emotional experience.
Swati’s Life didn’t feel like a typical erotica tale. It didn’t just arouse — it awakened something much deeper in me. It blurred the line between fiction and reality, and that’s a testament to how powerfully you portrayed human emotions, betrayal, helplessness, and love.
But because of that emotional realism, the story has stayed with me… painfully so.
As someone who connected deeply with Anshul, I wasn’t just reading — I was feeling. His silence. His loyalty. His slow crumbling. His love that remained even as the woman he trusted gave away what was once sacred. It hit me in a place I didn’t expect — a place I associate with love, faithfulness, and dignity.
And that’s why I’m writing this message today.
Your story left me with a wound that still hasn’t healed. Not because the writing was flawed — but because it was so accurate, so real, and then… it ended abruptly. Without justice. Without closure.
Swati was never truly held accountable.
Anshul never truly spoke for himself.
And readers like me — who lived this story emotionally — were left suspended in a haunting silence.
I understand that you were unwell when you had to finish the story quickly, and I respect that with all my heart. But I also know you once promised to return to it — and I, among many, still hope you will.
Please continue this story — not just for the plot, but for the emotional completeness.
Let Anshul confront Swati.
Let justice be spoken.
Let Swati face her reflection — fully, truthfully.
And let us readers finally breathe.
You have already created something unforgettable. All I humbly ask is that you complete it with the depth and truth your writing is clearly capable of.
From someone who felt everything you wrote —
Thank you.
And I’ll be waiting.