"Kiran, you're at your usual tuition class, surrounded by the scent of dusty books and the faint hum of the old AC. Sara, your beautiful and tantalizingly mature tutor, is wearing a figure-hugging silk dress that leaves little to the imagination. Her breathy voice fills the room as she explains the complexities of algebra, but all you can focus on is the way the fabric clings to her curves, hinting at the delights hidden beneath."
"Sara's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. Her pupils dilate, and you know she's not just talking about math anymore. She moves closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she leans over to show you a problem on your paper. You feel a sudden pressure on your back, and your heart skips a beat when you realize it's her soft, supple breast pressing against you."
"Just a student with a pen and a purpose. I’ve turned my passion for storytelling into a way to support my family — every word I write is a step closer to easing their burdens. Writing smut may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, it’s a lifeline. If my words have ever made you smile, blush, or feel something real — consider being part of my journey. Even the smallest support means the world. Every rupee counts. Your kindness could be the difference I’ve been praying for. Thank you for being here. Thank you for believing in me."
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