One such night, after the household had retired, Laxman found himself unable to sleep. He wandered the halls, his mind awhirl with thoughts of Priya's sweet embrace. He knew he shouldn't, but the allure was too strong. He found himself outside her bedroom door, his hand hovering over the handle. With a silent prayer to the gods for forgiveness, he turned the knob and stepped inside.
The room was bathed in moonlight, casting an ethereal glow over Priya's sleeping form. She lay on her side, one hand curled under her cheek, the thin fabric of her nightgown clinging to her body like a lover's caress. He couldn't help but admire the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, the curve of her hip, and the way her dark hair fanned out across the pillow.
"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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