8 Chapters


In the crowded lanes of Delhi Technological University, some connections begin quietly. Sourav, a third-year Electrical Engineering student, has always been good at solving circuits. People, however, remain a mystery—especially Sangeetha, the Civil Engineering girl who walks under the peepal tree as if she carries her own soft light. She is not the loudest, not the most attention-seeking, yet something about her settles under his skin and refuses to leave. What starts as stolen glances across campus lawns slowly turns into shared committee meetings, accidental conversations, and the kind of silence that feels heavier than words. With his friends pushing him forward and his own hesitation holding him back, Sourav begins to learn that the most dangerous currents are the ones that move quietly. In a campus full of noise, deadlines, and fleeting attractions, two people find themselves drawn into a slow, tender enchantment neither of them fully understands yet. A soft, slow-burn college romance about first notices, small distances, and the quiet magic of becoming someone’s favourite person.
8 Chapters
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The First Notice

Small Distances

Fairy Lights and Soft Noise

The Long Way to the Library

The Coolest Proposal 🥰😇

A Place Only We Knew

The First touch 🔞

Behind the Falling Water 🔞🍒💦

In her bed room 🍆💦🔞

Touching under in ther library 🔞💦

The Make out in the woods. 👌🔞💦

Last Peg : Love sip Karega ?? 👌🔞💦😇🍒


The Forbidden Tales is a dark, erotic collection of taboo stories where the most dangerous lines are the ones we cross willingly. Narrated in English with raw, intimate Hinglish dialogues, these stories explore the heat that builds when guilt and lust collide. Inside you will find: Neighbour affairs that begin with a single glance through a window Aunt and nephew, mother and daughter, brother and sister’s friend — blood and family ties twisted by hunger Married women tasting what their husbands no longer give Slow-burn tension that stretches across days until it finally snaps Detailed, unapologetic sex scenes filled with wet sounds, sweat, the smell of skin, and the drip of forbidden cum Threesomes, foursomes, bathroom trysts, and late-night confessions Characters who know they should stop… and do it anyway. This is not gentle romance. This is dark, desi, and deeply erotic. If you crave stories where the wrong person feels the most right, where every touch carries the weight of secrecy, and where pleasure is always mixed with the thrill of being caught — welcome to The Forbidden Tales. One collection. Many locked doors. No one stays innocent for long.



English narration with hindi erotic dailogues that make you horny and cum so easily amd pleasurefully. A late-night train. An empty seat. And a woman who never expected to be touched like this. Priya Sharma, 32, boards the AC two-tier to Delhi alone, soft cotton kurta clinging to her full hips, heavy breasts, and the gentle swell of her stomach. She keeps her shawl across her lap and her eyes on the dark window, hoping for a quiet journey. Then twenty-four-year-old Rohan Mehta drops into the seat beside her. He doesn’t speak much at first. He only looks. And then he touches. A knee that won’t stay away. A fingertip grazing her thigh under the shawl. A warm palm that stays when she whispers “mat karo.” What begins as a silent, dangerous game of inches becomes a slow, deliberate unraveling. Every brush of his fingers, every low Hinglish murmur against the rattle of the tracks, every careful press through her clothes while the coach sleeps around them pulls her deeper into a heat she can’t refuse.



In the crowded lanes of Delhi, Sharma Uncle spent years aching for Bhuvana — the full-bodied housewife who never gave in. Then her daughter Nayana walked into his shop. Twenty-six, virgin, with heavy swinging ass and soft medium breasts that strained every tight top. One quiet afternoon he finally touched what he craved. Rough hands, filthy words, a stolen kiss behind the counter. The customer interrupted… but the damage was done. Now Nayana’s body burns for the old man who couldn’t have her mother. And she will return.



You have to read this highly erotic and horny story at your bedtime. Best for cumming fast 💦🔞🍒






Ten standalone nights of pure, unfiltered desi smut. No romance. No soft fade-to-black. No guilt. No hesitation. Just raw, dirty, and shamelessly desi. English narration. Hindi dialogues. Every story stands alone. Every scene goes all the way. 🔞 Warning No fluffy romance. No emotional drama. No incomplete teasing. Only hard, wet, and explicit one-shots.









She called me Bhaiya. I watched her every morning from my window. One night the whole family left… and only Riya stayed behind. What started with stolen glances and a hand on her thigh in the dark ended with me inside the same girl who used to smile and say “Bhaiya”.



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