Urdu Novel Collection Novels & Stories

I groaned in frustration and leaned against the door, ready to cry when the door pushed open and I fell in. It opened. It fucking opened! I jumped to my feet in happiness, ready to celebrate, when I took notice of the room, and I froze. This wasn't what a study should look like. I shut the door behind me and walked into the room that was dim with red light. Thin ropes decorated the space of the room from one end to the other and I ran my fingers through them, feeling how soft yet sturdy they were. Instruments that were a little hard to recognize from afar decorated the wall and when I inched closer, my jaw literally dropped to the floor. I would recognize what these were even in my sleep.

Subh-Dil shook her head negatively, and looked out of the window. They've spent a day at Subh-Dil's Aunt's house, Aunt Fareen, she was an old widow who lived alone as her son was in the army, Aunt Fareen was very happy to see Subh-Dil, especially after knowing Subh-Dil is married and happy in her life. Besides Raza's family, she was the only one who knew Subh-Dil was innocent, for Subh-Dil's reputation she was even ready to get her son to marry Subh-Dil, but before she could talk to Akhtar, they moved out, leaving her to wonder if Subh-Dil alright or not.

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

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Theo and Cole were on either side of her, their hands roaming over her body, one spanking her fat ass, the other reaching under to rub her swollen clit. She was a complete mess. Cum leaked steadily from her well-used pussy and ass, running down her thick thighs in thick white trails. Her skin was marked with handprints, bite marks, and dried cum. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen from sucking cock, and her eyes were glassy with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. The front door clicked open. Derek stepped inside, suitcase in hand, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. He had clearly expected to come home to a refreshed, grateful wife.

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

It hadn’t been the most exciting work in the world, but it had been well paid, and had provided her with the security she had always craved. There’d been no one in the library that she knew well enough to go up and talk to, but she’d been determined to enjoy her time there, because secretly she’d been delighted to get an invitation to the prestigious opening. Just because she’d been educated at the school free, it didn’t mean she’d been overlooked! She’d drunk a cup of tea and then begun to look at the books, noting with interest that there was a whole section on Khoshorbhan. Picking up a beautifully bound volume, she’d begun to flick through the pages, and had soon been lost in the pictures

He has never called me Nessa before. I snapped out of my blissful erotic imagination. Fuck! I need him. The calender by my side indicated there was no meeting scheduled until closing. It meant I had no excuse to go into his office until it was time to leave. Accepting the dreary fact, I resolved to read a novel on my phone. The book was a classic by Sidney Sheldon. Rage of angels. I was just getting to the fun part when his door opened. He walked out fully dressed with his suit and all which was unlike my imagination.