Angel Puja Novels & Stories

His massive cock stood brutally erect — thick, heavily veined, the swollen purple head already drooling long, sticky strings of precum onto the ancient stone floor carved with faded mandalas and serpent kings. Before him, bound upon the desecrated altar of Vishnu, were his two chosen vessels for this ultimate maithuna rite. Priya Devi, 29, a beautiful former apsara dancer from Siem Reap with golden-brown skin, full heavy breasts, and long dark hair. And Lakshmi, 23, her younger blood sister — petite, delicate, with smooth skin, perky breasts, and an innocent face now twisted with shame and desperate lust.

Another one said," I will ask Sir to help me in paying my debt." What are they talking about! How can they ask Abhinav all this? He will not help them obviously. But why are they so confident that he will help them. I entered the kitchen and seeing me both the maids greeted me. I greeted them back. I wanted to know what kind of puja is today. I asked them," Do you know what's today? Workers are coming with flowers and vestry." "Mam, today is Abhinav sir's mother's birthday. Every year he holds a puja on this day," one of the maids informed me.

Garima smiled at her and nodded in appreciating her. The next morning all the members were busy in preparation for puja. Gaurii only invited seema bua, sameer and soniya for this puja as Kalyani was still on her hitlist .gaurii doesn't want adhya to be hurt by anyone .seema bua didnt able to attend it as she was at Deepika's place who gave birth to a baby girl a few days back only.

They only can feel bad for her but do nothing because they are powerless. Once Paheli was done she gave prasad to her friends. "Is there something special today Rajkumari? You have made so many things." A girl asked "Yes Madhvi, today is Rajkumar Agastya's birthday. He is not here but I thought to do puja for his healthy life." Paheli replied "you don't do anything for Maharaja then why for Rajkumar Agastya?" another girl asked

(Archanai is a special, personal, abbreviated puja done by temple priests, in which the name, birth star and family lineage of a devotee are recited to invoke individual guidance and blessings. Then we proceeded to Muttukadu. Usually, I prefer to sit next to my anna but today I joined Janu in the back seat to play multiplayer 'Fruit Ninja' game. As my anna complained that he was feeling left out, we kept my mobile aside and had some serious discussion over the lunch menu. We reached there within an hour. We looked funny in those orange life jackets but safety cannot be compromised.

For that brief, beautiful moment neither of them knew that while one chapter of their bond had just progressed, someone else had already decided to try to tear it apart. The next morning arrived with an entirely different kind of excitement. Today was Mata Poojan. The family's Kuldevi Mandir stood far outside the city, nestled among old hills where generations of the family had sought blessings before every wedding. It was a tradition no one dared skip. The haveli had awakened before sunrise. Servants hurried through the corridors carrying puja thalis. Priests arranged the offerings.

[Xavier’s POV] I buttoned up my robe, and gave a satisfactory smile as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. A pup was going to be cleansed today after its birth a week ago. It was a ceremony we hosted for every new-born pup, and there were several events that were done on that special day. There was the naming of the pup, presenting it to the Moon Goddess in the temple, bathing of the pup by the Luna or any female elder or the wife of an elder, and so on.

Danelle whispered back, breath catching in her throat. The priest began his chants, deep and melodic, his voice rising above the rustling of silk and murmuring of guests. He sat cross-legged before a small altar, upon which rested an idol of Lord Ganesha adorned with turmeric paste, fresh flowers, vermillion, and a lit ghee lamp. The Ganesha Puja was the first ritual—a prayer to the remover of obstacles. “Let this child enter the world without pain or hindrance,” the priest intoned. “Let the mother’s path be one of light.”

He took another deep breath. Not long after, suddenly a message came in. From Zoya. He quickly opened the message and read it. "I hope you wait patiently, honey! I'll let you know when it's time!" That was the message. Although short but so clear. He kept waiting. *** In the hotel hall, there was indeed a music and dance performance after Narendra's family had carried out the Gauri Puja procession, a sacred ritual in the form of worshiping the goddess Parvati. This ceremony is a form of asking for blessings in marriage.

and continued facing Mrs Shakti, Chaya and Mrs Malhotra " Don't forget to give her the family dress for tomorrow's puja." "What puja, grandma?" having no clue, Shana enquired. "We held Shiv-Shakti puja for you both. It's to bless your marriage. It's fruitful and prosperous when newlywed took the blessing of Lord Shiva and Goddess Shakti after becoming husband and wife." Shana did not ignore the emphasis on 'husband and wife' and wanted to clear it, but she restrained herself. What if it could be something embarrassing? She better ask it from Avni or Vansh.