Novel & Cerita Indian Adult Stories

Your words will actually make this Diwali a happy one (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) Most of my readers are non Indians and if you want to know more about Indian festivals, wedding rituals, etc, you can read my other dark romance story - 'Caged in the Dark Embrace of my Saviour.' available on G00d Novel. It has an Indian setting. ~~ I have good news to share with you all, the story 'Auctioned to my Brother's Best Friend' has been selected for a short film and soon it will be launched on Good Shorts and Dramabox 🥳 ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

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.

the man smiles brilliantly. "So what's your story?" The investor ran a hand through his trimmed hair, "I actually like breaking in beautiful youthful things," he snickered discreetly. "Hitched?" Lannie pried with a meddling grin, her eyes evading to the man's ring finger. "No way on earth, no. Ok, my story's exhausting as poop. I was a beautiful forlorn failure in school, however I earned substantial sums of money out of it. Out of nowhere got famous with the women."

With a trembling voice, Amish Grover shrugged and started narrating his story. This started around five months back when I was at a colleague’s party at a bar in Gurgaon. Everyone had had quite a few drinks, and I was roaming around aimlessly when I came across a small group of four black-suited men laughing the loudest. I joined them and one guy introduced me to everyone. All of them were discussing women – just some drunk men trying to make their sex lives sound cooler than they are. The one called Ravi was telling a story about a woman he met on a solo trip to Kasol, and everyone else was egging him on for juicier details. After his story was done, it was another man’s turn to share his

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

But one thing what is this Akshit thing? " ragini what you mean by she is not ready to accept me as Akshit? "I asked " Dada the story you read it's boudi's story. She is the writer of the story.. And it's your past.. You know that Akshit was Sanvi's husband.. "Ragini said and realisation hit me. That's why the story attracted me so much.. " OK Ragini I understand that what you did not one thing from now you will not give her that shit understood? "I asked she nodded

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

The extended family dinner at the sprawling suburban house in suburban Chicago was hitting its fourth hour. Thanksgiving leftovers were being reheated, football highlights blared from the living-room TV, kids chased each other through the hallway, and the adults were deep into their third round of wine and stories about “the old days.” The dining table was still crowded with half-empty casserole dishes, cranberry sauce stains, and crumpled napkins.

But choosing to break it gave me something better: a real woman who loves me, not just the pleasure I can give. Every night we rewrite our own story with sweat, moans, and whispered dirty promises. And this time, tomorrow will always be new.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.