Romans & histoires Adult In Hindi

Shubham was exhausted after a long day at work, but as he sat on the couch in his modern Nagpur home, his mind wandered to the enticing voice of Ramanjeet from ABN AMRO Bank. They had been speaking daily, and the conversations had taken a flirtatious turn, leading to heated phone sex sessions. Shubham's mind raced with fantasies of the gorgeous Punjabi girl he had never met.

[Don't ever swear on yourself] Duniya ki rashmo ko tu nibhana. [Always abide by the rules and rituals set by this world] Pachtayega tu warna dil sambhal jaa zara... [Otherwise you'll suffer so much, beware of that] Ae dil na kar tu chahte... [Oh my heart never ever fall in love] Tujhko nehi izajate... [You don't have permission to fall in love] Dehliz se... na utar.... [Don't get out from your doorstep] ******

It's the same house where I'm staying for so long. Oh where are my manners? I am sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Mehak Avasthi. I'm 21 years old and graduated in Hindi but sadly I couldn't get any job with my degree. That's a story to tell later but first let me introduce my family. My family had me, my ma Mrs. Mohina Avasthi and my younger brother Manik Avasthi who is 15 years old and preparing for his 10th board exams. I know now you will think where is my papa?

he said and my eyes widened. " do you have any idea who he is...the boy...as you say he is not a boy but he is the Aarav Singh raizada.... He is the most richest and most powerful person in Delhi and in india as well....you can't kidnap him" I said but he shrugged.

His gaze lingered on me, not in a manner that felt intrusive, but rather as if he were gazing deep into my very soul, trying to decipher layers of my being that I hadn’t even begun to understand myself. Then, with a voice that seemed to carry the weight of tradition, he murmured something softly in Hindi. The melody of his words danced around me, and despite my limited understanding at the time, a few distinct phrases found their way into my awareness. One of those words was ‘life’—a simple yet profound term that resonated deeply within me. Another was ‘mother’—a word imbued with warmth and familiarity, evoking feelings that felt both personal and universal.

**Warning:- A slightly mature content in the end** ****** Author ****** **FLASHBACK SEQUENCE STARTS** ****** 'What did I tell you last night?' The lady in her late thirties asked the teenager who was standing holding her hands. Her hairs were disheveled while her eyes were red and puffy. Anyone could decipher that she was just a mere servant of the big household. 'Saavi, you know I don't like to repeat myself.' yelled Surbhi Ahuja at her daughter.

🩷 🍒 . The room stilled as the heavy voice echoed across the hall, halting the laughter and chatter. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a tall man stood with a casual confidence that commanded attention. His sharp jawline, athletic frame, and effortless charm made heads turn, and the glint of a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He was none other than Abhishek Singh Rathore— Avyaan’s younger brother, the pride of Indian cricket.

I went inside and sat on the couch. “Do you need any help?” Fidgeting with my fingers I questioned, “Can I ask something?” “What is it?” “Have you heard of The Red Journal?” The moment he heard about it his expression changed as if I had asked him the most forbidden question. ****** Translations of the words used in the chapter:- Bhai- Brother Bhaiya- Elder Brother Beta - Son in English and in India we use it as an endearment for girls as well by the elders. Maasi - Mom's sister

Male Protagonist :- Abhimanyu Singh Rathore is 26 years old , a very reputed Person of Rajasthan and in the business world too . His tactics , his leadership , his political views and extra sharp observing eyes made him "THE KING" of 'GADH' , Rajasthan, India Abhimanyu is the one and only son of Yudhishthir and Jyotika Singh Rathore (Former King and Queen of the GADH)

Swara said in Hindi/Urdu language while making a weird face, on which Vidhant burst into laughter, while Sanskar gave them a confused look as he doesn't understand what she said in Hindi. (Sanskar Sebastian Knight: Age 29, having an Indian mother and British father. He spent his entire life from childhood till now in UK only. Lost his mother when he was just 4, that's the reason he doesn't know even a single word of Hindi. He looks like a pure British man.