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#cheatingWife #affair #interfaith #pregnancy
Sameeksha was a twenty-nine-year-old woman, recently married to a man named Sagar. Sagar was three years older than her and was a government contractor. She lived with her in-laws and husband in the same city where she grew up, but her childhood home was about 40 kilometers from her in-law's place.
Sameeksha had always been proud of her petite figure. Barely five feet and a half and never having gone over a hundred pounds, she was an elegant peach. Her love for dance had hardened her and molded her into a series of graceful curves, and excessive pounding had rounded her hips and filled her breasts to refined mounds. If Sameeksha had one true weakness in life, it would be the circumcised men. Her knees would turn to jelly, and she would transform into a submissive kitten around them. The obsession was so powerful and intense that no quantity of words could do justice to it.
Sameeksha had a long-term boyfriend - a Muslim named Javed Bashir. Javed was three years younger than Sameeksha and looked three years younger than his age. Javed had always been more than willing to share her with his other friends. Sameeksha loved Javed even more for that. They planned to get married, but a disagreement and subsequent argument eliminated that possibility.
During their relationship, Sameeksha had once promised Javed that he would be the only man who was ever going to impregnate her. Now that she was married, it didn't seem like she would be able to keep her promise. Perhaps, she had even forgotten about it. But Javed did not.
It had only been a little over a month since Sameeksha's marriage. One day when she returned from shopping, she was shocked to see Javed sitting on the couch chatting with her mother-in-law. They were giggling and conversing like they'd known each other for years.
Sameeksha stood at the threshold, stupefied by what was happening.
"Sameeksha, when did you arrive?" Her mother-in-law turned towards the door and spoke to her, "You didn't tell us about your cousin, poor boy - he couldn't attend your wedding," she continued and looked at Javed.
"Cousin!!" Sameeksha blurted out and looked at Javed.
Javed was looking back at her with a smug smile on his face.
"Yes, sister. Don't tell me you don't recall your cousin, Rahul, who went to Australia last year," He spoke and nodded, explaining his scheme to Sameeksha.
Sameeksha had no choice - she couldn't tell their in-laws who Rahul was.
She hadn't even processed this messed up situation, and Javed got up from his seat and embraced Sameeksha in his arms.
"Oh, sister. I'm so sorry for not being able to attend your marriage," Javed spoke next to her ear, too loud than required, "now, I'm going to stay with you for the next week," He said that loud as well and then mumbled, "I hope I'm not too late,"
Sameeksha didn't know how to react, that's when she saw her mother-in-law beaming a smile at her, and Sameeksha smiled briefly.
"It's okay, brother. I am glad you're here," She spoke, smiling at her mother-in-law as she caressed his back and Javed groped her buttock.
Open for discussion in private.
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PS: It could easily be a revenge story, and Javed may visit Sameeksha when she's pregnant instead of intending to impregnate her.
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#cheatingWife #affair #interfaith #pregnancy
Sameeksha was a twenty-nine-year-old woman, recently married to a man named Sagar. Sagar was three years older than her and was a government contractor. She lived with her in-laws and husband in the same city where she grew up, but her childhood home was about 40 kilometers from her in-law's place.
Sameeksha had always been proud of her petite figure. Barely five feet and a half and never having gone over a hundred pounds, she was an elegant peach. Her love for dance had hardened her and molded her into a series of graceful curves, and excessive pounding had rounded her hips and filled her breasts to refined mounds. If Sameeksha had one true weakness in life, it would be the circumcised men. Her knees would turn to jelly, and she would transform into a submissive kitten around them. The obsession was so powerful and intense that no quantity of words could do justice to it.
Sameeksha had a long-term boyfriend - a Muslim named Javed Bashir. Javed was three years younger than Sameeksha and looked three years younger than his age. Javed had always been more than willing to share her with his other friends. Sameeksha loved Javed even more for that. They planned to get married, but a disagreement and subsequent argument eliminated that possibility.
During their relationship, Sameeksha had once promised Javed that he would be the only man who was ever going to impregnate her. Now that she was married, it didn't seem like she would be able to keep her promise. Perhaps, she had even forgotten about it. But Javed did not.
It had only been a little over a month since Sameeksha's marriage. One day when she returned from shopping, she was shocked to see Javed sitting on the couch chatting with her mother-in-law. They were giggling and conversing like they'd known each other for years.
Sameeksha stood at the threshold, stupefied by what was happening.
"Sameeksha, when did you arrive?" Her mother-in-law turned towards the door and spoke to her, "You didn't tell us about your cousin, poor boy - he couldn't attend your wedding," she continued and looked at Javed.
"Cousin!!" Sameeksha blurted out and looked at Javed.
Javed was looking back at her with a smug smile on his face.
"Yes, sister. Don't tell me you don't recall your cousin, Rahul, who went to Australia last year," He spoke and nodded, explaining his scheme to Sameeksha.
Sameeksha had no choice - she couldn't tell their in-laws who Rahul was.
She hadn't even processed this messed up situation, and Javed got up from his seat and embraced Sameeksha in his arms.
"Oh, sister. I'm so sorry for not being able to attend your marriage," Javed spoke next to her ear, too loud than required, "now, I'm going to stay with you for the next week," He said that loud as well and then mumbled, "I hope I'm not too late,"
Sameeksha didn't know how to react, that's when she saw her mother-in-law beaming a smile at her, and Sameeksha smiled briefly.
"It's okay, brother. I am glad you're here," She spoke, smiling at her mother-in-law as she caressed his back and Javed groped her buttock.
Open for discussion in private.
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PS: It could easily be a revenge story, and Javed may visit Sameeksha when she's pregnant instead of intending to impregnate her.
Verboten Satiation
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#interfaith #agegap #college
Sneha Bhargav is a 22-year-old Brahmin girl from a small town in Maharashtra. After graduation - Sneha was ready to embark on a new chapter in her academic journey by pursuing her post-graduation in New Delhi. She is the eldest among her siblings and shares a unique family dynamic. Raised in a Brahmin household, she is deeply rooted in her cultural values and traditions. Her family is blessed with three younger brothers, forming a tight-knit bond beyond the ordinary. What sets their family structure apart is the intriguing age gap between Ananya and her siblings. She welcomed her first younger brother when she was 8 years old, and in the following years, her family expanded with two more brothers arriving consecutively.
Physically, Sneha is a petite and studious young woman. Her grandmother's influence is evident in her delicate frame, a trait passed down through generations. While she shares this physical resemblance with her grandmother, her mother bears a similar facial likeness but possesses a more robust and healthy physique - characterized by a touch of cherubic charm.
The atmosphere of Sneha's seemingly idyllic family harbors an underlying tension that adds a layer of complexity to her upbringing. Growing up, she often found herself caught in the crossfire of her parents' tumultuous arguments, with her father frequently initiating the conflicts. These clashes, marked by a mysterious and distressing nature, cast a shadow over the familial harmony that one might expect.
What sets these arguments apart is the unsettling claim made by Sneha's father – a claim that shakes the very foundation of their family dynamics. He asserts, in heated moments, that the three younger brothers of Sneha are not his biological children. These accusations, implying illegitimacy, create an atmosphere of confusion and distress within the household.
Sneha becomes an inadvertent witness to these unsettling revelations. The weight of her father's words hangs heavily over the family, introducing an element of mystery and tension that she grapples with in silence. The accusations disrupted the semblance of a happy family and sowed seeds of doubt and uncertainty within the understanding of her own kin.
Her mother, the subject of these grave allegations, bears the brunt of these accusations, responding to them with a mixture of sorrow and indignation. The enigmatic nature of her father's claims adds an extra layer of complexity to the family's dynamics, leaving Ananya torn between her loyalty to her mother and the disturbing revelations presented by her father.
Sneha Bhargav's life took an unexpected turn when, while using Facebook one day, she stumbled upon a suggested friend with a familiar name – Maajid Ali Farooq. The name triggered a distant memory in her mind, a feeling that she had encountered this name before, but the details remained elusive. She clicked on the profile and was confronted with a picture of an elderly Muslim man in his mid-fifties. Strangely, a chill ran down her spine as she noticed an uncanny resemblance between him and all her younger brothers.
A sudden realization struck Sneha – Maajid Ali Farooq. A familiar figure from their past. He was their neighbor during Sneha's childhood, precisely around the time - her mother conceived her brothers. All the pieces fell into place, forming a disconcerting image in Sneha's mind. It seemed that she had stumbled upon the man who might have played a pivotal role in the fractures within her family.
Driven by a mix of fear and determination, Sneha decided to confront her mother about this revelation indirectly. She cautiously broached the subject on a phone call, mentioning the Muslim uncle from their old neighborhood. However, her mother's immediate and vehement rebuke caught her off guard. In no uncertain terms, her mother warned her never to utter that man's name in front of her or her father, shutting down any attempt - to discuss the matter.
This stern response fueled Sneha's curiosity even more. The denial and secrecy surrounding the mysterious man from their past only intensified her desire to unravel the truth behind the family's turmoil. She was more determined to discover what exactly transpired during those years. Her mind swirled with confusion and curiosity, a strange mix of emotions that lingered after her unsettling conversation with her mother. Unable to shake off the perplexity surrounding Maajid Ali Farooq and the secrets veiled in her family's past, she found herself compelled by an inexplicable force.
In a moment of spontaneous decision, Sneha's fingers moved with uncertainty as she sent Maajid a friend request on Facebook. It was a leap into the unknown, a subtle act of reaching out to someone who held the potential to unravel the mysteries her mother was vehemently keeping at bay. Sneha harbored a faint hope that perhaps Maajid would provide the answers she sought, filling the gaps in her understanding that her family had chosen to keep concealed.
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Open for discussion in private.
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#interfaith #agegap #college
Sneha Bhargav is a 22-year-old Brahmin girl from a small town in Maharashtra. After graduation - Sneha was ready to embark on a new chapter in her academic journey by pursuing her post-graduation in New Delhi. She is the eldest among her siblings and shares a unique family dynamic. Raised in a Brahmin household, she is deeply rooted in her cultural values and traditions. Her family is blessed with three younger brothers, forming a tight-knit bond beyond the ordinary. What sets their family structure apart is the intriguing age gap between Ananya and her siblings. She welcomed her first younger brother when she was 8 years old, and in the following years, her family expanded with two more brothers arriving consecutively.
Physically, Sneha is a petite and studious young woman. Her grandmother's influence is evident in her delicate frame, a trait passed down through generations. While she shares this physical resemblance with her grandmother, her mother bears a similar facial likeness but possesses a more robust and healthy physique - characterized by a touch of cherubic charm.
The atmosphere of Sneha's seemingly idyllic family harbors an underlying tension that adds a layer of complexity to her upbringing. Growing up, she often found herself caught in the crossfire of her parents' tumultuous arguments, with her father frequently initiating the conflicts. These clashes, marked by a mysterious and distressing nature, cast a shadow over the familial harmony that one might expect.
What sets these arguments apart is the unsettling claim made by Sneha's father – a claim that shakes the very foundation of their family dynamics. He asserts, in heated moments, that the three younger brothers of Sneha are not his biological children. These accusations, implying illegitimacy, create an atmosphere of confusion and distress within the household.
Sneha becomes an inadvertent witness to these unsettling revelations. The weight of her father's words hangs heavily over the family, introducing an element of mystery and tension that she grapples with in silence. The accusations disrupted the semblance of a happy family and sowed seeds of doubt and uncertainty within the understanding of her own kin.
Her mother, the subject of these grave allegations, bears the brunt of these accusations, responding to them with a mixture of sorrow and indignation. The enigmatic nature of her father's claims adds an extra layer of complexity to the family's dynamics, leaving Ananya torn between her loyalty to her mother and the disturbing revelations presented by her father.
Sneha Bhargav's life took an unexpected turn when, while using Facebook one day, she stumbled upon a suggested friend with a familiar name – Maajid Ali Farooq. The name triggered a distant memory in her mind, a feeling that she had encountered this name before, but the details remained elusive. She clicked on the profile and was confronted with a picture of an elderly Muslim man in his mid-fifties. Strangely, a chill ran down her spine as she noticed an uncanny resemblance between him and all her younger brothers.
A sudden realization struck Sneha – Maajid Ali Farooq. A familiar figure from their past. He was their neighbor during Sneha's childhood, precisely around the time - her mother conceived her brothers. All the pieces fell into place, forming a disconcerting image in Sneha's mind. It seemed that she had stumbled upon the man who might have played a pivotal role in the fractures within her family.
Driven by a mix of fear and determination, Sneha decided to confront her mother about this revelation indirectly. She cautiously broached the subject on a phone call, mentioning the Muslim uncle from their old neighborhood. However, her mother's immediate and vehement rebuke caught her off guard. In no uncertain terms, her mother warned her never to utter that man's name in front of her or her father, shutting down any attempt - to discuss the matter.
This stern response fueled Sneha's curiosity even more. The denial and secrecy surrounding the mysterious man from their past only intensified her desire to unravel the truth behind the family's turmoil. She was more determined to discover what exactly transpired during those years. Her mind swirled with confusion and curiosity, a strange mix of emotions that lingered after her unsettling conversation with her mother. Unable to shake off the perplexity surrounding Maajid Ali Farooq and the secrets veiled in her family's past, she found herself compelled by an inexplicable force.
In a moment of spontaneous decision, Sneha's fingers moved with uncertainty as she sent Maajid a friend request on Facebook. It was a leap into the unknown, a subtle act of reaching out to someone who held the potential to unravel the mysteries her mother was vehemently keeping at bay. Sneha harbored a faint hope that perhaps Maajid would provide the answers she sought, filling the gaps in her understanding that her family had chosen to keep concealed.
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Open for discussion in private.
Misconception
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#ageGap #romance #teen
Vasudha Chauhan, a seventeen-year-old girl on the cusp of her 18th birthday, is ready to embrace a life-altering adventure. She was from Bhopal and had recently moved to Kota, leaving her family and her beloved hometown. Her mission was to dedicate herself wholeheartedly to intensive studies and exam preparations, a decision that marked her first experience of living away from her roots.
With her long, ebony hair, Vasudha exudes an old-world charm that sets her apart in the modern Gen Z crowd. She respects tradition and carries herself with grace and modesty. Vasudha is a diligent and devoted student, pouring over textbooks and solving complex problems for hours. Despite her age, she has never been in a romantic relationship, as her focus has always been on personal growth and academic achievements.
In Kota, Vasudha was sharing a PG accommodation with two other girls. Each girl had their own dedicated room to sleep in. They shared the same flat, which included a common kitchen, hall, balcony, and bathroom. Vasudha's flatmates contrast her nature. They are modern and fast-paced. They are often engrossed in conversations with their boyfriends, even during study hours. This stark contrast has left Vasudha wondering if she's missing out on certain aspects of life, including the joys and experiences of romantic relationships. As she observes her friends' lives, Vasudha finds herself at a crossroads, torn between her dedication to academics and the desire to explore the more carefree and romantic side of her teenage years.
On Facebook, Vasudha comes across a profile. The bio said, "looking for a wife." It strikes her as innocent and endearing. She noticed that the city mentioned in the profile was Kota. The user last updated the profile picture seven years ago, but Vasudha didn't see the date. In the profile picture, the guy looked much younger and didn't appear overweight since the photo was old. Vasudha's curiosity gets the better of her. She sent a friendly message.
The profile was of a man named Yugal Kishore. He is a thirty-six-year-old man carrying the burden of a lifetime of discrimination. Standing tall at 5'11", Yugal has a dark complexion and an overweight physique - traits many might label unattractive. Originally from a village, he now lives and works in Jaipur at a corporate company in the HR department. Despite his family's continuous efforts to find him a life partner, Yugal remains unmarried, his self-esteem deeply affected by years of unkind treatment and unmet expectations.
Yugal's face, with its innocent appearance, often leads to misjudgments about his character, leaving him feeling like an outsider in a world that places a high value on superficial beauty. Discrimination due to his skin color has left lasting scars. For Yugal, even simple interactions with women were daunting - outside of professional settings.
As Vasudha delved deeper into her conversation with Yugal on Facebook, their chats evolved into a casual yet engaging exchange of stories, experiences, and perspectives. She found herself - drawn to Yugal's genuine and kind-hearted nature. The innocent charm - she had initially perceived in his profile bio remained intact throughout their virtual interactions.
One day, Vasudha received an invitation from her friends to join them on a trip to Jaipur. It was a rare opportunity for her to break free from her rigorous study routine and experience the vibrancy of a new city. Excited, she couldn't help but wonder about Yugal, who had shared his connection to Jaipur.
As fate would have it, Vasudha decided to take a leap of faith and reached out to Yugal with an idea. She suggested they meet in person during her upcoming visit to Jaipur. This decision marked the turning point in their story. They embarked on a journey of friendship, understanding, and an uncanny romance that would soon blossom.
Little did Vasudha know that beneath Yugal's seemingly innocent and unassuming exterior lay a side of him she had yet to uncover. While he had not been in any past relationships or had girlfriends, there was a hidden complexity to Yugal that he had carefully concealed. As their relationship deepened, Vasudha slowly began to peel back the layers of Yugal's persona, revealing a side of him that was far from what he initially appeared to be. It was a revelation that would challenge her perceptions and take their uncanny romance into uncharted and unpredictable territory.
Open for discussion.
To be continued in private.
Read more from me on my profile or blog.
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#ageGap #romance #teen
Vasudha Chauhan, a seventeen-year-old girl on the cusp of her 18th birthday, is ready to embrace a life-altering adventure. She was from Bhopal and had recently moved to Kota, leaving her family and her beloved hometown. Her mission was to dedicate herself wholeheartedly to intensive studies and exam preparations, a decision that marked her first experience of living away from her roots.
With her long, ebony hair, Vasudha exudes an old-world charm that sets her apart in the modern Gen Z crowd. She respects tradition and carries herself with grace and modesty. Vasudha is a diligent and devoted student, pouring over textbooks and solving complex problems for hours. Despite her age, she has never been in a romantic relationship, as her focus has always been on personal growth and academic achievements.
In Kota, Vasudha was sharing a PG accommodation with two other girls. Each girl had their own dedicated room to sleep in. They shared the same flat, which included a common kitchen, hall, balcony, and bathroom. Vasudha's flatmates contrast her nature. They are modern and fast-paced. They are often engrossed in conversations with their boyfriends, even during study hours. This stark contrast has left Vasudha wondering if she's missing out on certain aspects of life, including the joys and experiences of romantic relationships. As she observes her friends' lives, Vasudha finds herself at a crossroads, torn between her dedication to academics and the desire to explore the more carefree and romantic side of her teenage years.
On Facebook, Vasudha comes across a profile. The bio said, "looking for a wife." It strikes her as innocent and endearing. She noticed that the city mentioned in the profile was Kota. The user last updated the profile picture seven years ago, but Vasudha didn't see the date. In the profile picture, the guy looked much younger and didn't appear overweight since the photo was old. Vasudha's curiosity gets the better of her. She sent a friendly message.
The profile was of a man named Yugal Kishore. He is a thirty-six-year-old man carrying the burden of a lifetime of discrimination. Standing tall at 5'11", Yugal has a dark complexion and an overweight physique - traits many might label unattractive. Originally from a village, he now lives and works in Jaipur at a corporate company in the HR department. Despite his family's continuous efforts to find him a life partner, Yugal remains unmarried, his self-esteem deeply affected by years of unkind treatment and unmet expectations.
Yugal's face, with its innocent appearance, often leads to misjudgments about his character, leaving him feeling like an outsider in a world that places a high value on superficial beauty. Discrimination due to his skin color has left lasting scars. For Yugal, even simple interactions with women were daunting - outside of professional settings.
As Vasudha delved deeper into her conversation with Yugal on Facebook, their chats evolved into a casual yet engaging exchange of stories, experiences, and perspectives. She found herself - drawn to Yugal's genuine and kind-hearted nature. The innocent charm - she had initially perceived in his profile bio remained intact throughout their virtual interactions.
One day, Vasudha received an invitation from her friends to join them on a trip to Jaipur. It was a rare opportunity for her to break free from her rigorous study routine and experience the vibrancy of a new city. Excited, she couldn't help but wonder about Yugal, who had shared his connection to Jaipur.
As fate would have it, Vasudha decided to take a leap of faith and reached out to Yugal with an idea. She suggested they meet in person during her upcoming visit to Jaipur. This decision marked the turning point in their story. They embarked on a journey of friendship, understanding, and an uncanny romance that would soon blossom.
Little did Vasudha know that beneath Yugal's seemingly innocent and unassuming exterior lay a side of him she had yet to uncover. While he had not been in any past relationships or had girlfriends, there was a hidden complexity to Yugal that he had carefully concealed. As their relationship deepened, Vasudha slowly began to peel back the layers of Yugal's persona, revealing a side of him that was far from what he initially appeared to be. It was a revelation that would challenge her perceptions and take their uncanny romance into uncharted and unpredictable territory.
Open for discussion.
To be continued in private.
Read more from me on my profile or blog.
Venereous Prophecy
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#interfaith #ageGap #breeding
Sanskriti Mahjan, a vibrant 22-year-old, had recently set out on her post-college journey. Standing at 5'2", she was a bundle of energy and enthusiasm, in stark contrast to her traditional name. Sanskriti's petite stature belied her personality, which filled every room she entered with exuberance and an infectious laugh.
Yet beneath her outgoing exterior, Sanskriti harbored a profound yearning. Despite a history of seven colorful relationships and a whirlwind of experiences, she sought a deeper connection, one that transcended the transient thrill of infatuation. She yearned for a man who resonated with the intensity of her spirit, her soul, and her body.
In sharp contrast, her best friend, Ayesha, was reserved and thoughtful, burdened by a complex family history and the absence of her mother. Their friendship was a testament to the extraordinary ways connections could form across diverse personalities.
Ayesha, during a heartfelt phone conversation, introduced Sanskriti to the complex world of Suleiman Ansari, the village butcher, and Ayesha's father. Ayesha had never shared the intricate tales about her father's life until a profound moment shook her own life.
A local Pandit, the village's esteemed astrologer, had delivered a prophecy that sent shivers down Ayesha's spine. According to the Pandit, if Ayesha were to marry while Suleiman remained single, her marriage would fail, and she would be widowed within a year. The villagers held Pandit's predictions in high regard, as they had never faltered.
Suleiman had been actively searching for suitable grooms for Ayesha, realizing the urgency of the situation now that she had completed her graduation. However, he had been dismissive of the prophecy, calling it mere superstition. Troubled by the prophecy and Suleiman's skepticism, Ayesha had shared the details with Sanskriti, hoping her best friend might offer a perspective to tackle the ominous foretelling that haunted her nights.
Ayesha, driven by her own concerns and a sense of urgency, had called upon Sanskriti to visit the village. She saw in Sanskriti a potential ally who might help convince Suleiman to marry and validate the astrologer's prediction. Their journey to the village was fueled by the desire to seek the truth about the prophecy and explore the mysterious ways in which fate and love intertwined. Sanskriti didn't believe in astrology either, so Ayesha intended to turn her into a believer first. Thus, she took her to the Pandit, hoping he would reveal something about Sanskriti that would make her a believer.
In the presence of the wise Pandit, Sanskriti sat with bated breath as he studied the celestial patterns and divined the threads of fate. His ancient wisdom and spiritual insight were respected throughout the village. After a contemplative pause, he looked at Sanskriti with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the fabric of time itself.
The Pandit, with a voice filled with assurance, spoke, "You have come here with questions, dear child. But the cosmos has a message for you as well. In this very village, within these sacred surroundings, you shall encounter the man of your dreams."
Sanskriti was left astounded by the prophecy, the weight of its meaning sinking in. Her visit, initially driven by her desire to help Ayesha, had now taken on an unforeseen dimension. With a sense of anticipation and newfound hope, she realized that her journey to the village held the promise of a connection that transcended her past experiences, the man who might be waiting just around the corner.
As the Pandit peered into the cosmic tapestry, he was not only aware of Sanskriti's presence but also of the intricate web that connected her to Ayesha. His wisdom extended beyond the conventional, and he sensed the profound complexity of their bond and what the future held for them.
When the Pandit glimpsed Sanskriti's future, what he saw sent a shiver down his spine. His face, etched with dread, revealed his concerns. In his old-school wisdom, rooted in traditions from another era, he had not comprehended the modern preferences and desires of young women like Sanskriti.
The revelation of her future and the prospect of finding the man of her dreams had left him perturbed. He had peered into a world that challenged his conventional beliefs, one where the boundaries of tradition and modernity blurred. It was a world where young women like Sanskriti could find love in ways he had never anticipated.
This unexpected twist in Sanskriti's fate, entwined with her connection to Ayesha and the village, was a sign that the future was unfolding in ways that defied the norms of the past. The Pandit, with his antiquated wisdom, was now confronted with the evolving complexities of the human heart and the ever-changing dynamics of love and connection.
To be continued in private.
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#interfaith #ageGap #breeding
Sanskriti Mahjan, a vibrant 22-year-old, had recently set out on her post-college journey. Standing at 5'2", she was a bundle of energy and enthusiasm, in stark contrast to her traditional name. Sanskriti's petite stature belied her personality, which filled every room she entered with exuberance and an infectious laugh.
Yet beneath her outgoing exterior, Sanskriti harbored a profound yearning. Despite a history of seven colorful relationships and a whirlwind of experiences, she sought a deeper connection, one that transcended the transient thrill of infatuation. She yearned for a man who resonated with the intensity of her spirit, her soul, and her body.
In sharp contrast, her best friend, Ayesha, was reserved and thoughtful, burdened by a complex family history and the absence of her mother. Their friendship was a testament to the extraordinary ways connections could form across diverse personalities.
Ayesha, during a heartfelt phone conversation, introduced Sanskriti to the complex world of Suleiman Ansari, the village butcher, and Ayesha's father. Ayesha had never shared the intricate tales about her father's life until a profound moment shook her own life.
A local Pandit, the village's esteemed astrologer, had delivered a prophecy that sent shivers down Ayesha's spine. According to the Pandit, if Ayesha were to marry while Suleiman remained single, her marriage would fail, and she would be widowed within a year. The villagers held Pandit's predictions in high regard, as they had never faltered.
Suleiman had been actively searching for suitable grooms for Ayesha, realizing the urgency of the situation now that she had completed her graduation. However, he had been dismissive of the prophecy, calling it mere superstition. Troubled by the prophecy and Suleiman's skepticism, Ayesha had shared the details with Sanskriti, hoping her best friend might offer a perspective to tackle the ominous foretelling that haunted her nights.
Ayesha, driven by her own concerns and a sense of urgency, had called upon Sanskriti to visit the village. She saw in Sanskriti a potential ally who might help convince Suleiman to marry and validate the astrologer's prediction. Their journey to the village was fueled by the desire to seek the truth about the prophecy and explore the mysterious ways in which fate and love intertwined. Sanskriti didn't believe in astrology either, so Ayesha intended to turn her into a believer first. Thus, she took her to the Pandit, hoping he would reveal something about Sanskriti that would make her a believer.
In the presence of the wise Pandit, Sanskriti sat with bated breath as he studied the celestial patterns and divined the threads of fate. His ancient wisdom and spiritual insight were respected throughout the village. After a contemplative pause, he looked at Sanskriti with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the fabric of time itself.
The Pandit, with a voice filled with assurance, spoke, "You have come here with questions, dear child. But the cosmos has a message for you as well. In this very village, within these sacred surroundings, you shall encounter the man of your dreams."
Sanskriti was left astounded by the prophecy, the weight of its meaning sinking in. Her visit, initially driven by her desire to help Ayesha, had now taken on an unforeseen dimension. With a sense of anticipation and newfound hope, she realized that her journey to the village held the promise of a connection that transcended her past experiences, the man who might be waiting just around the corner.
As the Pandit peered into the cosmic tapestry, he was not only aware of Sanskriti's presence but also of the intricate web that connected her to Ayesha. His wisdom extended beyond the conventional, and he sensed the profound complexity of their bond and what the future held for them.
When the Pandit glimpsed Sanskriti's future, what he saw sent a shiver down his spine. His face, etched with dread, revealed his concerns. In his old-school wisdom, rooted in traditions from another era, he had not comprehended the modern preferences and desires of young women like Sanskriti.
The revelation of her future and the prospect of finding the man of her dreams had left him perturbed. He had peered into a world that challenged his conventional beliefs, one where the boundaries of tradition and modernity blurred. It was a world where young women like Sanskriti could find love in ways he had never anticipated.
This unexpected twist in Sanskriti's fate, entwined with her connection to Ayesha and the village, was a sign that the future was unfolding in ways that defied the norms of the past. The Pandit, with his antiquated wisdom, was now confronted with the evolving complexities of the human heart and the ever-changing dynamics of love and connection.
To be continued in private.
Enigmatic Intruder
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#characterSketch #interfaith #ageGap
In the vibrant city of Ahmedabad, there resided a thiry-two-year-old woman of unparalleled allure – Kumodini Sudhir Mehta. She exuded an aura of grace and sophistication, her sarees draping flawlessly over her figure, accentuating each curve with an effortless elegance. Kumodini was a vision of captivating beauty, her raven-black hair cascading down her back, and her almond-shaped eyes, lined with kohl, held an enigmatic charm. Her delicate fingers were adorned with resplendent jewels that shimmered and sparkled in the golden sunlight, a perfect complement to the opulent life she led.
Kumodini was the wife of Sudhir Mehta, a wealthy businessman who had made a name by running a chain of ice cream parlors across India under the renowned brand - Badilal. Their bungalow was a sprawling mansion with servants, maids, and luxury cars that seemed to multiply with each passing year. The couple lived in the lap of luxury, surrounded by every comfort imaginable.
But beneath Kumodini's stunning facade lay a heart as cold as the ice cream that had made her husband's fortune. She was an egomaniac with a haughty attitude that often spilled over into her views of the world around her. To Kumodini, those from the lower or middle class were nothing more than "cockroaches," a derogatory term she reserved for anyone who wasn't part of her elite circle.
Kumodini's life was far from perfect - despite her extravagant surroundings. She lived with her in-laws, who were deeply spiritual and constantly on the move, visiting relatives or embarking on pilgrimages to holy places. Her husband, Sudhir, was no different; he was always on the road, traveling within India and abroad, tirelessly expanding his empire.
Sudhir's unending quest for success had bestowed upon Kumodini not just an excess of leisure and a vast fortune - an overwhelming sense of regret. Each day was a reminder of the fateful decision to marry him. Sudhir had never been the partner she had yearned for, never the one to share her hopes, dreams, and passions.
Within the gilded cage of her opulent life, Kumodini recognized a void that no wealth could ever fill. She yearned for a man who would bring riches but also the richness of love and camaraderie into her world. Deep down, the egomaniacal lioness within her craved a wild spirit to awaken her dormant desires, to teach her the uncharted lessons of true passion and fulfillment.
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Concluding the character sketch, I also have a special bonus in mind that I'd like to share below, seamlessly continuing our narrative.
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In the dead of the night, the clock stubbornly ticking away at 2:30 AM, Kumodini awoke with a parched throat. A gentle rustle of silk accompanied her movements as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. Sudhir, her husband, had been on a flight to London, scheduled to land around this time. She thought it was a perfect opportunity to feel less lonely in their sprawling bungalow.
As she chatted with Sudhir, she strolled around the dimly lit room, the soft glow of her phone casting an eerie, bluish light across her elegant surroundings. The lavish bungalow lay in stillness, the silence interrupted only by the muffled hum of the air conditioning.
With a glass of water in mind, Kumodini headed outside the bedroom, her steps guided by the faint light seeping through the curtains. The kitchen, adjacent to the maid Savitri's room, beckoned with the promise of refreshment. It was an aimless walk, just another night in the life of luxury.
But then, as Kumodini walked towards the kitchen, her delicate ears caught something unusual. The quiet of the night was disturbed by faint moans emanating from Savitri's room, a place typically veiled in silence at this hour. A curious shiver danced down Kumodini's spine, for at that moment.
Savitri, the diligent maid - had a room unlike any of the male staff members who served the grand bungalow. Her living quarters were uniquely situated, adjoining the main house itself. Unlike the drivers and security guards, who resided in separate staff quarters some distance away, Savitri's room was conveniently located right next to the kitchen, allowing her to respond to any late-night requests from the Mehta family.
The window of Savitri's room stood ajar, inviting night's breeze into the hushed confines of the bungalow. The mansion seemed to hold its breath - aware of the clandestine event unfolding within.
Kumodini, curiosity piqued and heart pounding, tip-toed closer to the open window. Her footsteps were almost inaudible against the plush carpeted floor. The silhouettes in the room came into view, flickering shadows against the dim light. She gasped, her eyes widening with astonishment and perhaps a hint of disbelief.
There were two silhouettes in the room, their movements wrapped in secrecy. One was undoubtedly Savitri, her presence confirmed by the familiar contours of her figure. The other remained an enigma, concealed by the shadows and sporting a distinctive white skullcap.
The dimness - played tricks with Kumodini's perception, preventing her from discerning more details about the mysterious man. He loomed like a giant, an imposing presence that fascinated and unsettled her.
Who was this enigmatic figure with Savitri? Why were they meeting in the dead of night, hidden from the prying eyes? Questions swirled within Kumodini's mind, and a surge of curiosity compelled her to uncover the truth. She couldn't ignore this puzzle and was determined to unravel its secrets.
Kumodini contemplated her next move, her thoughts a whirlwind of intrigue. There was something extraordinary afoot, something that would undoubtedly reshape the course of her life.
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Who is this beast? I've something in mind for him but feel free to drop your ideas for this character in the comments.
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To be continued in private.
PS: Kumodini's character sketch is an open book to explore and utilize in any manner, with any or many characters that best serve the unfolding narrative.
Happy Roleplaying!!
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#characterSketch #interfaith #ageGap
In the vibrant city of Ahmedabad, there resided a thiry-two-year-old woman of unparalleled allure – Kumodini Sudhir Mehta. She exuded an aura of grace and sophistication, her sarees draping flawlessly over her figure, accentuating each curve with an effortless elegance. Kumodini was a vision of captivating beauty, her raven-black hair cascading down her back, and her almond-shaped eyes, lined with kohl, held an enigmatic charm. Her delicate fingers were adorned with resplendent jewels that shimmered and sparkled in the golden sunlight, a perfect complement to the opulent life she led.
Kumodini was the wife of Sudhir Mehta, a wealthy businessman who had made a name by running a chain of ice cream parlors across India under the renowned brand - Badilal. Their bungalow was a sprawling mansion with servants, maids, and luxury cars that seemed to multiply with each passing year. The couple lived in the lap of luxury, surrounded by every comfort imaginable.
But beneath Kumodini's stunning facade lay a heart as cold as the ice cream that had made her husband's fortune. She was an egomaniac with a haughty attitude that often spilled over into her views of the world around her. To Kumodini, those from the lower or middle class were nothing more than "cockroaches," a derogatory term she reserved for anyone who wasn't part of her elite circle.
Kumodini's life was far from perfect - despite her extravagant surroundings. She lived with her in-laws, who were deeply spiritual and constantly on the move, visiting relatives or embarking on pilgrimages to holy places. Her husband, Sudhir, was no different; he was always on the road, traveling within India and abroad, tirelessly expanding his empire.
Sudhir's unending quest for success had bestowed upon Kumodini not just an excess of leisure and a vast fortune - an overwhelming sense of regret. Each day was a reminder of the fateful decision to marry him. Sudhir had never been the partner she had yearned for, never the one to share her hopes, dreams, and passions.
Within the gilded cage of her opulent life, Kumodini recognized a void that no wealth could ever fill. She yearned for a man who would bring riches but also the richness of love and camaraderie into her world. Deep down, the egomaniacal lioness within her craved a wild spirit to awaken her dormant desires, to teach her the uncharted lessons of true passion and fulfillment.
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Concluding the character sketch, I also have a special bonus in mind that I'd like to share below, seamlessly continuing our narrative.
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In the dead of the night, the clock stubbornly ticking away at 2:30 AM, Kumodini awoke with a parched throat. A gentle rustle of silk accompanied her movements as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. Sudhir, her husband, had been on a flight to London, scheduled to land around this time. She thought it was a perfect opportunity to feel less lonely in their sprawling bungalow.
As she chatted with Sudhir, she strolled around the dimly lit room, the soft glow of her phone casting an eerie, bluish light across her elegant surroundings. The lavish bungalow lay in stillness, the silence interrupted only by the muffled hum of the air conditioning.
With a glass of water in mind, Kumodini headed outside the bedroom, her steps guided by the faint light seeping through the curtains. The kitchen, adjacent to the maid Savitri's room, beckoned with the promise of refreshment. It was an aimless walk, just another night in the life of luxury.
But then, as Kumodini walked towards the kitchen, her delicate ears caught something unusual. The quiet of the night was disturbed by faint moans emanating from Savitri's room, a place typically veiled in silence at this hour. A curious shiver danced down Kumodini's spine, for at that moment.
Savitri, the diligent maid - had a room unlike any of the male staff members who served the grand bungalow. Her living quarters were uniquely situated, adjoining the main house itself. Unlike the drivers and security guards, who resided in separate staff quarters some distance away, Savitri's room was conveniently located right next to the kitchen, allowing her to respond to any late-night requests from the Mehta family.
The window of Savitri's room stood ajar, inviting night's breeze into the hushed confines of the bungalow. The mansion seemed to hold its breath - aware of the clandestine event unfolding within.
Kumodini, curiosity piqued and heart pounding, tip-toed closer to the open window. Her footsteps were almost inaudible against the plush carpeted floor. The silhouettes in the room came into view, flickering shadows against the dim light. She gasped, her eyes widening with astonishment and perhaps a hint of disbelief.
There were two silhouettes in the room, their movements wrapped in secrecy. One was undoubtedly Savitri, her presence confirmed by the familiar contours of her figure. The other remained an enigma, concealed by the shadows and sporting a distinctive white skullcap.
The dimness - played tricks with Kumodini's perception, preventing her from discerning more details about the mysterious man. He loomed like a giant, an imposing presence that fascinated and unsettled her.
Who was this enigmatic figure with Savitri? Why were they meeting in the dead of night, hidden from the prying eyes? Questions swirled within Kumodini's mind, and a surge of curiosity compelled her to uncover the truth. She couldn't ignore this puzzle and was determined to unravel its secrets.
Kumodini contemplated her next move, her thoughts a whirlwind of intrigue. There was something extraordinary afoot, something that would undoubtedly reshape the course of her life.
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Who is this beast? I've something in mind for him but feel free to drop your ideas for this character in the comments.
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To be continued in private.
PS: Kumodini's character sketch is an open book to explore and utilize in any manner, with any or many characters that best serve the unfolding narrative.
Happy Roleplaying!!
Matter of time
Rp plot 18+
Cuckold/ domination / BDSM/Smut
" Dad ! I think it's time to kick this Rawat out , I have all the evidence and paper which proves he is stealing "
Shiv's grandfather Prithvi Nath Agrawal looked into those documents and said while leaning back to his chair .
' that's only couple of lakhs kiddo , we can sure kick him out but then , he can do more damage to the company then he is doing now , after your father left us, you joined here , but it still less then an year ,you have to learn a lot , and with that , you should learn how to live near or cope the person you hate most . Keep on collecting these things like depositing money in saving account or buying expensive things , it's just matter of time , your will have him one day for sure . Play dumb and innocent until you get powerful enough to crush him. So leave this stress here and let's go home ,your mother and grandmother is waiting for Dhanteras pooja. '
The old Mr agrawal was aware and confident that Shiv needs time to understand this business fully and putting Rawat behind rivals line could be disastrous.
After Shiv left he made a call to get to know the details of money stolen by Rawat, he still thinks that, it's not perfect time to reveal Shiva all his secret connections and power .
One and half year later Rawat had an accident and somehow retired from his job.
And 2 years later Mr Agrawal took retirement and Shiv took over the company . Now his grandfather was assured that Shiv was much better than his own late son .
4 years later from that day , actually 5 days before Diwali , Rawat called and asked to meet him . Unwillingly he accepted and gave him time to meet in office after office hours at 6 pm . Learned from his grandpa he didn't want to show other staff his hatred for Rawat .
Rawat arrived walking slowly with help of a stick . A lady was with his , she was extremely gorgeous, a bit sad expression on her face . Shiv recognized her as his widowed daughter-in-law Sunidhi , her hubby died due to cancer.
After exchanging regards when Rawat and Sunidhi took seat Rawat started .
' Son since the day I was working here I never asked even for a pay raise or money , except when I had that unfortunate accident. Son , I came asking for help , could you find some place for her , as we are facing financial problems , someone stole all my savings , we are broke . My daughter is still studying...'
Shiv cut him off raising hand " work experience ? " his face was emotionless
Rawat ' it's her first time '
Shiv " hmm , all depends on how fast she learns , she will be my P.A. for next 3 months , would have to work late hours , have to travel abroad too ..."
He stopped looking for the answer .
Rawat smiled ear to ear as he felt his future is secured again . 10 days later Sunidhi came back home crying , when Rawat asked for reason she told Shiv asked her to sleep with him .
In full rage Rawat took Sunidhi and came to Shiv's home , complained Mr Agrawal about Shiv's behavior.
They were meeting in his study room which was on 2nd floor to maintain silence .
Mr agrawal stood up , thrown a file in front of Rawat and said ' he is owner of the company , it's upto you and him how you negotiate, this file contains detail copy of most of the things you stole from us, don't play innocent Rawat , it's time for payback . '
Saying he moved towards the door and left , no one in the world except these two Agrawal's were knowing that they were the reason behind , Rawat's accident and bankruptcy.
Taking seat of his grandpa Shiv said " I hate you to the core , if you want we don't file a complaint against you , and want to negotiate, tell her to sit on my lap, then only we will can start talking .
Rp plot 18+
Cuckold/ domination / BDSM/Smut
" Dad ! I think it's time to kick this Rawat out , I have all the evidence and paper which proves he is stealing "
Shiv's grandfather Prithvi Nath Agrawal looked into those documents and said while leaning back to his chair .
' that's only couple of lakhs kiddo , we can sure kick him out but then , he can do more damage to the company then he is doing now , after your father left us, you joined here , but it still less then an year ,you have to learn a lot , and with that , you should learn how to live near or cope the person you hate most . Keep on collecting these things like depositing money in saving account or buying expensive things , it's just matter of time , your will have him one day for sure . Play dumb and innocent until you get powerful enough to crush him. So leave this stress here and let's go home ,your mother and grandmother is waiting for Dhanteras pooja. '
The old Mr agrawal was aware and confident that Shiv needs time to understand this business fully and putting Rawat behind rivals line could be disastrous.
After Shiv left he made a call to get to know the details of money stolen by Rawat, he still thinks that, it's not perfect time to reveal Shiva all his secret connections and power .
One and half year later Rawat had an accident and somehow retired from his job.
And 2 years later Mr Agrawal took retirement and Shiv took over the company . Now his grandfather was assured that Shiv was much better than his own late son .
4 years later from that day , actually 5 days before Diwali , Rawat called and asked to meet him . Unwillingly he accepted and gave him time to meet in office after office hours at 6 pm . Learned from his grandpa he didn't want to show other staff his hatred for Rawat .
Rawat arrived walking slowly with help of a stick . A lady was with his , she was extremely gorgeous, a bit sad expression on her face . Shiv recognized her as his widowed daughter-in-law Sunidhi , her hubby died due to cancer.
After exchanging regards when Rawat and Sunidhi took seat Rawat started .
' Son since the day I was working here I never asked even for a pay raise or money , except when I had that unfortunate accident. Son , I came asking for help , could you find some place for her , as we are facing financial problems , someone stole all my savings , we are broke . My daughter is still studying...'
Shiv cut him off raising hand " work experience ? " his face was emotionless
Rawat ' it's her first time '
Shiv " hmm , all depends on how fast she learns , she will be my P.A. for next 3 months , would have to work late hours , have to travel abroad too ..."
He stopped looking for the answer .
Rawat smiled ear to ear as he felt his future is secured again . 10 days later Sunidhi came back home crying , when Rawat asked for reason she told Shiv asked her to sleep with him .
In full rage Rawat took Sunidhi and came to Shiv's home , complained Mr Agrawal about Shiv's behavior.
They were meeting in his study room which was on 2nd floor to maintain silence .
Mr agrawal stood up , thrown a file in front of Rawat and said ' he is owner of the company , it's upto you and him how you negotiate, this file contains detail copy of most of the things you stole from us, don't play innocent Rawat , it's time for payback . '
Saying he moved towards the door and left , no one in the world except these two Agrawal's were knowing that they were the reason behind , Rawat's accident and bankruptcy.
Taking seat of his grandpa Shiv said " I hate you to the core , if you want we don't file a complaint against you , and want to negotiate, tell her to sit on my lap, then only we will can start talking .
#cheating
Namita rang the door bell and waited anxiously outside Rahul's house. When she didn't get any response, she wondered if he was home and was about to ring the doorbell again but just then Rahul opened the door.
"Hey," Rahul said, without any excitement, as he stood there in a white bath towel wrapped around his hips. He was bared chested and his well-built upper body fully exposed, and his hair wet with droplets dripping down, "I was taking a shower," he said without much of an expression.
"I figured," Namita said looking him up as she inhaled the scent of his shampoo, "Umm.. Sorry I didn't call but thought I just come over and talk to you in person."
"Sure, come on in," Rahul said opening the door wider and letting her in.
Namita stepped inside and walked to the living room as Rahul closed the door and followed her. As always, she was dressed elegantly in a saree.
"Sit," he said gesturing towards the sofa as he pulled a wooden chair for himself.
Rahul sensed that Namita wasn't sure on how to start the conversation, and so he asked her, "Did Maya sent you?"
"No, I didn't tell her. But this is about her," Namita said, and there was an awkward silence as they both kept staring at each other.
Maya and Rahul were in a relationship. They had been dating for close to a year now. Namita was Maya's neighbor, and even though Namita was way older than her, they were like best friends. They were so close that they never had secrets and spoke to each other about anything and everything.
"I didn't mean to slap her," Rahul said, breaking the silence, "It just happened in the heat of the moment and I told her I am sorry. But she wouldn't listen and she just walked out saying we are done."
"You shouldn't have hit her," Nandita said sternly as she glared at him, "Anyways, whats done is done. I have talked to her and she is ready to forgive you. But I want your word that you will not hurt her again," Namita insisted.
"I am not the kind who hits his girlfriend, and I had apologized right then. But she is the one who decided to break up, not me. She should have understood me..."
"Understood you? What about understanding her?," Namita retorted, interrupting him"
Listen, if she is ready to let all this go and come back, I am good. Otherwise I am done with this relationship," Rahul said sternly.
Namita was quiet and she thought for a few seconds before saying, "I am not here to argue with you about who is right or wrong, or to take sides. But there is something that you need to know about Maya. I know she hasn't told you this because its not something she likes to talk about. Before you, she was in another relationship, a toxic one. His name was Deepak and he was into BDSM sort of things. He used to tie her up, spank her, you know those kinds of things. And she came to me saying she wasn't sure about doing it. I told her to talk to Deepak and see if both of them could work out something based on mutual interests. And she did that, and Deepak agreed not to go overboard and Maya could say no whenever she wanted. Everything was good and Maya had also started to enjoy his dominance but as it progressed, Deepak kept trying her limits and it got to a point where she refused. Deepak was furious and he slapped her several times. Maya came to me again and I told her that time to break up with him, and that's what she did. And when you slapped her, those memories are haunting her again. Now, I hope you understand why she is so hurt?"
"Hmm. So you didn't talk to Deepak and try to sort things out for them, like how you are here now?"
"No. I didn't talk to him because he was toxic for a girl like Maya."
"But he was not toxic for a woman like you?" Rahul asked curiously.
"What?!"
"Deepak stays in an apartment on CHG Marg, right?"
"Do you know him?" Namita asked anxiously
"No, I don't. But you do. You are the reason why they broke up, and you are still guilty about it. And that's why you are here, to make up for what you did to her earlier," Rahul said calmly.
"WHAT NONSENSE?!" Namita asked in anger, as she got up from the sofa, "How dare you accuse me??? I am done talking with you," she continued as she stomped her way to the front door and paused by the door, "You don't deserve someone like her. I'll make sure Maya will never call you again."
"OK, but I'll give her a call anyways to say goodbye," Rahul said walking towards the door.
"Whatever," Namita said, opening the front door and walking away.
A few minutes later, Namita returned to Rahul's doorstep and knocked.
"Maya can not handle another break up," Namita said softly when Rahul opened the door.
"I don't know what would hurt her more, breaking up with me or her finding out that you were the reason she had to break up with Deepak."
"Rahul, I don't know how you found out about us and I know you wont believe whatever I say. I never meant to hurt her. Things.... things just happened... I have this fantasy of being dominated and abused in bed, and when Maya told me about Deepak's fantasies, I couldn't resist and I ended up texting him without Maya knowing. And one thing led to another and in a matter of a few days, I ended up in his apartment...."
"Do you still see him?" Rahul probed.
"No... I stopped seeing him after his break up with Maya."
"Hmm.."
Namita stepped closer to Rahul and took his hands, "Maya should never know. I'll do anything you want" she pleaded.
"Anything I want? No limits?" he confirmed.
"Yes, I am all yours," she said.
Rahul tapped her arm gently, "Ok. Go back home. I'll text your task and let's see how serious you are."
"Sure, whatever you want," Namita replied with her head lowered.
"Go now.."
Rahul watched her leave and grinned.
"What a bitch," he heard Maya's voice from behind him as she appeared from their bedroom in a bath towel wrapped around her chest.
Rahul looked at her and hugged her. She rested her head on his bare chest. "Now you believe me?" Rahul asked, caressing her wet hair.
"Yes, I do. And I wouldn't have known all this if you hadn't told me about seeing her at CHG Marg, and going to his apartment yesterday. For a moment I felt sorry for her but she lied again saying she stopped seeing him," Maya said in frustration.
The two of them had faked the incident about Rahul slapping Maya to extract the truth out of Namita. It was Rahul's idea and so far he has been loyal to Maya. But Namita's revelation and the expression on her face when she said she is all his, sparked something in him.
Back at her apartment, Namita waited anxiously for Rahul's text. Even though she had told Rahul that she was willing to do anything to save Maya's relationship, the thought of being used by Rahul made her wet.
But how far would he go, she wondered, biting her lower lip.....
Namita rang the door bell and waited anxiously outside Rahul's house. When she didn't get any response, she wondered if he was home and was about to ring the doorbell again but just then Rahul opened the door.
"Hey," Rahul said, without any excitement, as he stood there in a white bath towel wrapped around his hips. He was bared chested and his well-built upper body fully exposed, and his hair wet with droplets dripping down, "I was taking a shower," he said without much of an expression.
"I figured," Namita said looking him up as she inhaled the scent of his shampoo, "Umm.. Sorry I didn't call but thought I just come over and talk to you in person."
"Sure, come on in," Rahul said opening the door wider and letting her in.
Namita stepped inside and walked to the living room as Rahul closed the door and followed her. As always, she was dressed elegantly in a saree.
"Sit," he said gesturing towards the sofa as he pulled a wooden chair for himself.
Rahul sensed that Namita wasn't sure on how to start the conversation, and so he asked her, "Did Maya sent you?"
"No, I didn't tell her. But this is about her," Namita said, and there was an awkward silence as they both kept staring at each other.
Maya and Rahul were in a relationship. They had been dating for close to a year now. Namita was Maya's neighbor, and even though Namita was way older than her, they were like best friends. They were so close that they never had secrets and spoke to each other about anything and everything.
"I didn't mean to slap her," Rahul said, breaking the silence, "It just happened in the heat of the moment and I told her I am sorry. But she wouldn't listen and she just walked out saying we are done."
"You shouldn't have hit her," Nandita said sternly as she glared at him, "Anyways, whats done is done. I have talked to her and she is ready to forgive you. But I want your word that you will not hurt her again," Namita insisted.
"I am not the kind who hits his girlfriend, and I had apologized right then. But she is the one who decided to break up, not me. She should have understood me..."
"Understood you? What about understanding her?," Namita retorted, interrupting him"
Listen, if she is ready to let all this go and come back, I am good. Otherwise I am done with this relationship," Rahul said sternly.
Namita was quiet and she thought for a few seconds before saying, "I am not here to argue with you about who is right or wrong, or to take sides. But there is something that you need to know about Maya. I know she hasn't told you this because its not something she likes to talk about. Before you, she was in another relationship, a toxic one. His name was Deepak and he was into BDSM sort of things. He used to tie her up, spank her, you know those kinds of things. And she came to me saying she wasn't sure about doing it. I told her to talk to Deepak and see if both of them could work out something based on mutual interests. And she did that, and Deepak agreed not to go overboard and Maya could say no whenever she wanted. Everything was good and Maya had also started to enjoy his dominance but as it progressed, Deepak kept trying her limits and it got to a point where she refused. Deepak was furious and he slapped her several times. Maya came to me again and I told her that time to break up with him, and that's what she did. And when you slapped her, those memories are haunting her again. Now, I hope you understand why she is so hurt?"
"Hmm. So you didn't talk to Deepak and try to sort things out for them, like how you are here now?"
"No. I didn't talk to him because he was toxic for a girl like Maya."
"But he was not toxic for a woman like you?" Rahul asked curiously.
"What?!"
"Deepak stays in an apartment on CHG Marg, right?"
"Do you know him?" Namita asked anxiously
"No, I don't. But you do. You are the reason why they broke up, and you are still guilty about it. And that's why you are here, to make up for what you did to her earlier," Rahul said calmly.
"WHAT NONSENSE?!" Namita asked in anger, as she got up from the sofa, "How dare you accuse me??? I am done talking with you," she continued as she stomped her way to the front door and paused by the door, "You don't deserve someone like her. I'll make sure Maya will never call you again."
"OK, but I'll give her a call anyways to say goodbye," Rahul said walking towards the door.
"Whatever," Namita said, opening the front door and walking away.
A few minutes later, Namita returned to Rahul's doorstep and knocked.
"Maya can not handle another break up," Namita said softly when Rahul opened the door.
"I don't know what would hurt her more, breaking up with me or her finding out that you were the reason she had to break up with Deepak."
"Rahul, I don't know how you found out about us and I know you wont believe whatever I say. I never meant to hurt her. Things.... things just happened... I have this fantasy of being dominated and abused in bed, and when Maya told me about Deepak's fantasies, I couldn't resist and I ended up texting him without Maya knowing. And one thing led to another and in a matter of a few days, I ended up in his apartment...."
"Do you still see him?" Rahul probed.
"No... I stopped seeing him after his break up with Maya."
"Hmm.."
Namita stepped closer to Rahul and took his hands, "Maya should never know. I'll do anything you want" she pleaded.
"Anything I want? No limits?" he confirmed.
"Yes, I am all yours," she said.
Rahul tapped her arm gently, "Ok. Go back home. I'll text your task and let's see how serious you are."
"Sure, whatever you want," Namita replied with her head lowered.
"Go now.."
Rahul watched her leave and grinned.
"What a bitch," he heard Maya's voice from behind him as she appeared from their bedroom in a bath towel wrapped around her chest.
Rahul looked at her and hugged her. She rested her head on his bare chest. "Now you believe me?" Rahul asked, caressing her wet hair.
"Yes, I do. And I wouldn't have known all this if you hadn't told me about seeing her at CHG Marg, and going to his apartment yesterday. For a moment I felt sorry for her but she lied again saying she stopped seeing him," Maya said in frustration.
The two of them had faked the incident about Rahul slapping Maya to extract the truth out of Namita. It was Rahul's idea and so far he has been loyal to Maya. But Namita's revelation and the expression on her face when she said she is all his, sparked something in him.
Back at her apartment, Namita waited anxiously for Rahul's text. Even though she had told Rahul that she was willing to do anything to save Maya's relationship, the thought of being used by Rahul made her wet.
But how far would he go, she wondered, biting her lower lip.....
Gauri Mahajan Godbole
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#characterSketch #roleplay
Once upon a time, in the dazzling world of Indian entertainment in the nineties, Gauri Mahajan was a name that sparkled like a gem in the showbiz firmament. Gauri, by all accounts - a stunning beauty with a presence that could light up any room. Her journey in the entertainment industry began with her normal-sized figure, but as the years passed, she gracefully gained weight in all the right places. Her transformation into a voluptuous and alluring figure only added to her allure, capturing the hearts of audiences across the country.
Gauri's claim to fame came through her portrayal of a newly married housewife in a beloved family TV drama series. A character - the embodiment of the ideal Indian wife, and her on-screen chemistry with her co-stars was enchanting. The TV series became a massive hit, running successfully for multiple seasons. Gauri's character became an inspiration and role model for women from all walks of life.
But as the 21st century dawned, Gauri Godbole's name gradually faded from the entertainment world's spotlight. Her sudden disappearance from the limelight was attributed, in part, to her connection with a Chief Minister of the state - Manohar Lal Godbole. The marriage of Gauri, a radiant actress, to the much older Manohar Lal - sent shockwaves through the media and the public. The news of Gauri Mahajan becoming Gauri Godbole made headlines, and people began to scrutinize the Chief Minister's actions, questioning his decision to marry someone so much younger than himself.
The media frenzy and public scrutiny created a storm of controversy. Many critics and detractors antagonized the Chief Minister, accusing him of pursuing a relationship that defied societal norms and expectations. Despite the backlash, everything seemed fine for the two - at least on the surface. Their marriage held several unknown variables that only a few people knew of.
Behind the glitz and glamour of Gauri's life - was a shady underworld connection. Manohar Lal Godbole, her husband, had a past fraught with dark dealings and murky alliances. He had made formidable enemies within the underworld through undisclosed business transactions and rivalries. This dangerous connection would cast a long shadow over Gauri's life and lead her into a world she had never imagined.
Tragedy struck when Mahorar Lal Godbole's life was abruptly cut short by an unknown assailant, leaving Gauri to navigate the turbulent waters of politics. She marked her journey into the political arena with a remarkable blend of charisma and shrewdness - took many by surprise. Her prior experience as a leading spokesperson for the party during her husband's political career served as a valuable foundation. Her unwavering determination had truly set her apart.
Gauri's transition from a celebrated actress to a political powerhouse was astonishing. Her journey from the silver screen to the political stage demonstrated resilience and an uncanny ability to adapt to new challenges. Her transformation was a twist of fate that few could have predicted.
Yet, Gauri's entry into politics was fraught with controversy and mystery. Her association with the underworld had always been a subject of speculation, and rumors of her husband's shady dealings cast a long shadow over her career. The circumstances surrounding Manohar Lal Godbole's death remained a closely guarded secret, shrouding her past in an enigma.
Gauri Godbole was victorious in the next election, securing a seat as the Chief Minister of State. Many attributed her win to a combination of factors, including a sympathy vote due to her late husband's tragic passing and her prior fame in the entertainment industry. Her voluptuous figure and captivating presence continued to draw admirers from all walks of life.
Now, as the Chief Minister, Gauri Godbole stood at the helm of one of India's most influential states. Her journey from a beloved actress to a formidable political leader was a testament to her resilience and the unexpected turns that life can take. The shadows of her past, with its underworld connections and mysterious circumstances, only added to the intrigue surrounding her remarkable ascent to power. Gauri's story was one of transformation, adversity, and the indomitable spirit that can lead one from the glitz of the silver screen to the pinnacle of political power.
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Some of the possible male lead characters for the possible storyline:
A Gangster
A Reporter
A Badass Agent or a Police officer
Someone from her past, from the time of her acting career
Someone from the politics who has her secrets
Open for discussion in private.
Read more from me on my blog or Facebook Profile.
Happy Roleplaying!
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#characterSketch #roleplay
Once upon a time, in the dazzling world of Indian entertainment in the nineties, Gauri Mahajan was a name that sparkled like a gem in the showbiz firmament. Gauri, by all accounts - a stunning beauty with a presence that could light up any room. Her journey in the entertainment industry began with her normal-sized figure, but as the years passed, she gracefully gained weight in all the right places. Her transformation into a voluptuous and alluring figure only added to her allure, capturing the hearts of audiences across the country.
Gauri's claim to fame came through her portrayal of a newly married housewife in a beloved family TV drama series. A character - the embodiment of the ideal Indian wife, and her on-screen chemistry with her co-stars was enchanting. The TV series became a massive hit, running successfully for multiple seasons. Gauri's character became an inspiration and role model for women from all walks of life.
But as the 21st century dawned, Gauri Godbole's name gradually faded from the entertainment world's spotlight. Her sudden disappearance from the limelight was attributed, in part, to her connection with a Chief Minister of the state - Manohar Lal Godbole. The marriage of Gauri, a radiant actress, to the much older Manohar Lal - sent shockwaves through the media and the public. The news of Gauri Mahajan becoming Gauri Godbole made headlines, and people began to scrutinize the Chief Minister's actions, questioning his decision to marry someone so much younger than himself.
The media frenzy and public scrutiny created a storm of controversy. Many critics and detractors antagonized the Chief Minister, accusing him of pursuing a relationship that defied societal norms and expectations. Despite the backlash, everything seemed fine for the two - at least on the surface. Their marriage held several unknown variables that only a few people knew of.
Behind the glitz and glamour of Gauri's life - was a shady underworld connection. Manohar Lal Godbole, her husband, had a past fraught with dark dealings and murky alliances. He had made formidable enemies within the underworld through undisclosed business transactions and rivalries. This dangerous connection would cast a long shadow over Gauri's life and lead her into a world she had never imagined.
Tragedy struck when Mahorar Lal Godbole's life was abruptly cut short by an unknown assailant, leaving Gauri to navigate the turbulent waters of politics. She marked her journey into the political arena with a remarkable blend of charisma and shrewdness - took many by surprise. Her prior experience as a leading spokesperson for the party during her husband's political career served as a valuable foundation. Her unwavering determination had truly set her apart.
Gauri's transition from a celebrated actress to a political powerhouse was astonishing. Her journey from the silver screen to the political stage demonstrated resilience and an uncanny ability to adapt to new challenges. Her transformation was a twist of fate that few could have predicted.
Yet, Gauri's entry into politics was fraught with controversy and mystery. Her association with the underworld had always been a subject of speculation, and rumors of her husband's shady dealings cast a long shadow over her career. The circumstances surrounding Manohar Lal Godbole's death remained a closely guarded secret, shrouding her past in an enigma.
Gauri Godbole was victorious in the next election, securing a seat as the Chief Minister of State. Many attributed her win to a combination of factors, including a sympathy vote due to her late husband's tragic passing and her prior fame in the entertainment industry. Her voluptuous figure and captivating presence continued to draw admirers from all walks of life.
Now, as the Chief Minister, Gauri Godbole stood at the helm of one of India's most influential states. Her journey from a beloved actress to a formidable political leader was a testament to her resilience and the unexpected turns that life can take. The shadows of her past, with its underworld connections and mysterious circumstances, only added to the intrigue surrounding her remarkable ascent to power. Gauri's story was one of transformation, adversity, and the indomitable spirit that can lead one from the glitz of the silver screen to the pinnacle of political power.
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Some of the possible male lead characters for the possible storyline:
A Gangster
A Reporter
A Badass Agent or a Police officer
Someone from her past, from the time of her acting career
Someone from the politics who has her secrets
Open for discussion in private.
Read more from me on my blog or Facebook Profile.
Happy Roleplaying!
You are a 33 year old senior manager working in one of the most popular IT companies. You had graduated from IIT, IIM. You had always been the best in the class and was at the top 1 percent in the industry.
Growing up, nothing really interested you apart from academics and understanding how businesses operate. You were always carrier oriented and never really had time for anything else. Eventually you were married to another IIT graduate, it was an arranged marriage. He was working as a manager in an IT firm too.
It has been 6 years since marriage and though you were loyal and was happy, you never truly was content with your husband. He did not have strong aspirations and was not carrier oriented. He also wasn't the smartest in the room. These were some of the attributes which was admired by you but was missing in your husband. After 6 years you had accepted your faith and convinced yourself that he was the one.
About me,
I am a 24 year old IIT IIM graduate who had just joined my company. I was super smart and was the top 1 percent in my batch, also i was tall, athelethic and handsome.
I had joined your company and your team. I was reporting to a manager who was inturn reporting to you.
In the very first month i had taken ownership of a very important project and had delivered great results. During my meeting with my manager (who was reporting to you,You were my senior manager, i fall into your team but don't report to you directly) he had brought this up and conveyed how i was able to deliver big time in the very first month. You were shocked to hear this as you knew it would have not been easy. You were also slightly impressed on how I was able to pull it off in such short notice. This is when you started paying attention to me and my work. In the next 4 months i completed 2 more projects very critical nature.
I was someone who was very ambitions and a workaholic. I used to spend 14 16 hours a day at office and also work during the weekends. All these qualities of me impressed you and I was immediately promoted by you from being an executive to a senior executive in just 12 months.
Even though i started reporting to you directly, we didn't speak much. I was very proactive with my work and had the habit of getting it all done even before you could ask anything. All you did was allocate projects and i used to complete them on time.
6 months passed by and we would have a few meetings and worked on a few projects together. All our conversations were very professional and you were always intrigued with the level of knowledge and determination i had for work.
One day you decided to invite me for dinner to show your appreciation. On a Saturday evening i arrive at your place. It was a three bedroom apartment in a nine story building in the heart of the city. As soon as i entered your house, I was amazed with how modern it was and commented "this is the most amazing apartment I have stepped into, you should see mine, mine is a dump when compared to this". You also had made a comment when eating saying, "nothing like a home cooked meal".
The dinner went by well, i met your husband and we also had some work discussions and learnt a little about each other as a person.
This is when you came to know that I was new to the city and were living alone in a PG.
One week later, on a Wednesday morning you take me from office and bring me to a two apartment building which was only two streets away from your apartment and hand over the keys to me . You say that I had taken care of all the rental agreements and lease and it was mine for the next two years. You comment saying, "this is the least I could do for all the work you are doing and helping our team win."
You also then go to the kitchen to cook a meal for us. We have lunch and head back to office.
This is when we started to become comfortable around eachother , until then we were only comfortable talking about work and had kept in t very professional but slowly we started to talk about things outside of work and started to get to eachother outside of work. Being workaholics we also started working Saturdays and Sundays to ensure we are able to get more projects done sooner and fast track our careers. We worked almost every weekend and used to order food for lunch and dinner. Sometimes you used to come over to my house over the weekends to work and when your husband isn't im town over the weekends, you invite me to your place to work. Every now and then after work on a weekend we used to stream a movie. All this brought us closer to eachother that we started to behave like friends around each other rather than just office mates. We grew so comfortable around each other that we sometimes made jokes at each other, pat each others back when each other did a good job, sitting close to each other sometimes where our bodies touched, gently hitting each other for fun and so on.
A few more months pass by and we end up completing some of the biggest projects for the company, we used to work 14 15 hours a day all 7 days. Because of this success you get promoted to engineering director and become the youngest director the company you have ever seen. You also get me promoted to a team lead, making me the first person to have got promoted to the position of a lead in under 2 years.
There was a huge company event being held to congratulation every one who got promoted that year, 2 days before the event you gift you a Tuxedo. The event goes by and everybody had a good time. Our promotions were announced with others and we also got a few awards. A few others from our team too had got appreciation. After the event you offer to drop me home and we get in my car and go to my apartment. Once we get there, i see a new sports bike near the gate, i thought somebody from your building should have brought a new bike but this is when you offer me a key, indicating that it’s mine . You had bought this bike for me as a gift for my promotion and my upcoming birthday which was only 10 days away. You thank you for all your contribution and say how lucky you were to have me in your team and said that this gift was a small token of my appreciation.
You also said, "that's not it" and took an envelope from your bag and gave it to me . When i opened it, i found a resort booking of two rooms, the resort was very famous in that state and it was 200 kms away from the place.
You had booked the resort for us and had booked it far away from the city as you wanted me to drive my new bike. Also since my parents weren't in town, you wanted to give me company and join me for the ride and stay as you didn't want me spending my birthday alone.
(If you have made it this far, thanks for reading. I am looking for someone sensible who can play this plot with me)
Growing up, nothing really interested you apart from academics and understanding how businesses operate. You were always carrier oriented and never really had time for anything else. Eventually you were married to another IIT graduate, it was an arranged marriage. He was working as a manager in an IT firm too.
It has been 6 years since marriage and though you were loyal and was happy, you never truly was content with your husband. He did not have strong aspirations and was not carrier oriented. He also wasn't the smartest in the room. These were some of the attributes which was admired by you but was missing in your husband. After 6 years you had accepted your faith and convinced yourself that he was the one.
About me,
I am a 24 year old IIT IIM graduate who had just joined my company. I was super smart and was the top 1 percent in my batch, also i was tall, athelethic and handsome.
I had joined your company and your team. I was reporting to a manager who was inturn reporting to you.
In the very first month i had taken ownership of a very important project and had delivered great results. During my meeting with my manager (who was reporting to you,You were my senior manager, i fall into your team but don't report to you directly) he had brought this up and conveyed how i was able to deliver big time in the very first month. You were shocked to hear this as you knew it would have not been easy. You were also slightly impressed on how I was able to pull it off in such short notice. This is when you started paying attention to me and my work. In the next 4 months i completed 2 more projects very critical nature.
I was someone who was very ambitions and a workaholic. I used to spend 14 16 hours a day at office and also work during the weekends. All these qualities of me impressed you and I was immediately promoted by you from being an executive to a senior executive in just 12 months.
Even though i started reporting to you directly, we didn't speak much. I was very proactive with my work and had the habit of getting it all done even before you could ask anything. All you did was allocate projects and i used to complete them on time.
6 months passed by and we would have a few meetings and worked on a few projects together. All our conversations were very professional and you were always intrigued with the level of knowledge and determination i had for work.
One day you decided to invite me for dinner to show your appreciation. On a Saturday evening i arrive at your place. It was a three bedroom apartment in a nine story building in the heart of the city. As soon as i entered your house, I was amazed with how modern it was and commented "this is the most amazing apartment I have stepped into, you should see mine, mine is a dump when compared to this". You also had made a comment when eating saying, "nothing like a home cooked meal".
The dinner went by well, i met your husband and we also had some work discussions and learnt a little about each other as a person.
This is when you came to know that I was new to the city and were living alone in a PG.
One week later, on a Wednesday morning you take me from office and bring me to a two apartment building which was only two streets away from your apartment and hand over the keys to me . You say that I had taken care of all the rental agreements and lease and it was mine for the next two years. You comment saying, "this is the least I could do for all the work you are doing and helping our team win."
You also then go to the kitchen to cook a meal for us. We have lunch and head back to office.
This is when we started to become comfortable around eachother , until then we were only comfortable talking about work and had kept in t very professional but slowly we started to talk about things outside of work and started to get to eachother outside of work. Being workaholics we also started working Saturdays and Sundays to ensure we are able to get more projects done sooner and fast track our careers. We worked almost every weekend and used to order food for lunch and dinner. Sometimes you used to come over to my house over the weekends to work and when your husband isn't im town over the weekends, you invite me to your place to work. Every now and then after work on a weekend we used to stream a movie. All this brought us closer to eachother that we started to behave like friends around each other rather than just office mates. We grew so comfortable around each other that we sometimes made jokes at each other, pat each others back when each other did a good job, sitting close to each other sometimes where our bodies touched, gently hitting each other for fun and so on.
A few more months pass by and we end up completing some of the biggest projects for the company, we used to work 14 15 hours a day all 7 days. Because of this success you get promoted to engineering director and become the youngest director the company you have ever seen. You also get me promoted to a team lead, making me the first person to have got promoted to the position of a lead in under 2 years.
There was a huge company event being held to congratulation every one who got promoted that year, 2 days before the event you gift you a Tuxedo. The event goes by and everybody had a good time. Our promotions were announced with others and we also got a few awards. A few others from our team too had got appreciation. After the event you offer to drop me home and we get in my car and go to my apartment. Once we get there, i see a new sports bike near the gate, i thought somebody from your building should have brought a new bike but this is when you offer me a key, indicating that it’s mine . You had bought this bike for me as a gift for my promotion and my upcoming birthday which was only 10 days away. You thank you for all your contribution and say how lucky you were to have me in your team and said that this gift was a small token of my appreciation.
You also said, "that's not it" and took an envelope from your bag and gave it to me . When i opened it, i found a resort booking of two rooms, the resort was very famous in that state and it was 200 kms away from the place.
You had booked the resort for us and had booked it far away from the city as you wanted me to drive my new bike. Also since my parents weren't in town, you wanted to give me company and join me for the ride and stay as you didn't want me spending my birthday alone.
(If you have made it this far, thanks for reading. I am looking for someone sensible who can play this plot with me)
I’m looking for a chubby girl to rp with. Here are the ideas I have:
1. Jock boy / Nerd girl
2. Roommates
3. Rich guy/poor girl
4. Brother/sister
5. New neighbor’s next door
6. Popular boy / unpopular girl
7. Sister’s best friend/brother
8. Cousins
9. Popular guy/new girl
10. College football player/ volleyball player
11. Popular guy/ Awkward girl
12. Sophomore/Freshman in College/High School
13. Step-brother/ Step-sister
14. Brother Best Friend/sister
15. Babysitter
16. Teacher/Student
17. Best friends
18. Summer Camp
19. City girl/Country boy
20. College football star / Good girl
21. Football player/Coaches daughter
22. Country boy /Country girl
23. Country girl /City guy
24. Nerdy Boy/ Popular Girl
25. Shy Boy/ Popular Girl
26. Rich Popular Boy/Nerdy Girl
27. best friends falls in love
28 Father x Babysitter
29. Friends with benefits
30. Husband x wife
31. High school student x high school student
32. Coach x player
33. College student x college student
34. Best friends
35. Neighbors
36. Mother x babysitter
37. Long lost friends
38. Popular guy x emo girl
39. College student x high school student
40. Girlfriend x boyfriend
41. Girlfriend best friend x boyfriend
42. Girlfriend x boyfriend best friend
43. Nerd x popular girl
44. Best friend brother x best friend
45. Gloryhole idea
If your interested please message me ASAP!!!! Please be detailed/literate.
1. Jock boy / Nerd girl
2. Roommates
3. Rich guy/poor girl
4. Brother/sister
5. New neighbor’s next door
6. Popular boy / unpopular girl
7. Sister’s best friend/brother
8. Cousins
9. Popular guy/new girl
10. College football player/ volleyball player
11. Popular guy/ Awkward girl
12. Sophomore/Freshman in College/High School
13. Step-brother/ Step-sister
14. Brother Best Friend/sister
15. Babysitter
16. Teacher/Student
17. Best friends
18. Summer Camp
19. City girl/Country boy
20. College football star / Good girl
21. Football player/Coaches daughter
22. Country boy /Country girl
23. Country girl /City guy
24. Nerdy Boy/ Popular Girl
25. Shy Boy/ Popular Girl
26. Rich Popular Boy/Nerdy Girl
27. best friends falls in love
28 Father x Babysitter
29. Friends with benefits
30. Husband x wife
31. High school student x high school student
32. Coach x player
33. College student x college student
34. Best friends
35. Neighbors
36. Mother x babysitter
37. Long lost friends
38. Popular guy x emo girl
39. College student x high school student
40. Girlfriend x boyfriend
41. Girlfriend best friend x boyfriend
42. Girlfriend x boyfriend best friend
43. Nerd x popular girl
44. Best friend brother x best friend
45. Gloryhole idea
If your interested please message me ASAP!!!! Please be detailed/literate.