Hello everyone. This is Rajni writing once more for you all. Thank you for all the lovely comments and wonderful feedback. People have suggested me not to use Hindi language as people from all over the world read these stories. So I will try and translate as much as possible. ***** So for new readers, let me introduce myself. I am a 29 year old Marwadi hou...
I walk down the stairways, feeling recharged and energetic. I smiled deviously and said hello to Monee when I see her rushing out her room and down the stairs to meet with me. Her dark dusky colored face blushed when she saw me smile at her, and she lowered her eyes, feeling ashamed of what she did when I was asleep. I said, "Did you find your room comfor...
Hi everyone. This is Ankita Rao. The following happened to me immediately after my second marriage anniversary. Many of you may accuse me of being a worthless slut at the end of the story, but I am very very devoted to my husband and we share a wonderful marriage between us... I am from a typical middle class Indian household and I have had a good middle cl...
After a long time, thanks to the marriage of Raj's younger brother, all the friends were gathered in Bombay. In the busy life of grown ups such occasions are the only source of getting together, a must attended reunion. There was only laughter and memories to recall and tease each other. Gossip, fooling, roaring laughter, and what not; the grey whiskers seem...
Hi I'm Dan, and this is the story of how I met my hot wife, Ria. It was quite a journey. It had been a difficult start to the relationship for both of us. I was a white Brit in his mid-twenties who grew up in the city and had plenty of sexual adventures. Whereas she was an eighteen-year-old South Asian student from India who was sexually naive. In fact I soo...
Another year had just ended. It was now 2008 and without anyone noticing half of January was already over. I had left a day Delhi after Christmas for Paris, met up with my family and a couple of relatives in Peisey-Vallandry where they had all gone skiing for the new year, then travelled for a couple of days to a village on the Côte d'Azur and returned to Pa...
Sarah's Picture Book. Sarah Maitland sat propped in bed under her mosquito net, a lamp shedding light on the outsize portfolio on her knee. Outside, night enclosed the Gangetic plain. India slept in moist heat. It was midnight. The book was precious and she had an opportunity to bid for it through Sotheby's, although opposition was being posted by the Metr...
Parul had a way with words. Like I mentioned earlier, she could sway you and convince you to kill yourself. But she never misused this oratory power. We both got busy in our work but in the evening I got a message from her. "He's asked me if I want to come to Domino's with him. I declined but I took a rain check." I wondered why she decline and even asked...
I never wear deodorant. Having smelly, all-natural armpits has health benefits, but it also helps me easily separate the men from the boys, or the Bulls from the cuckolds. Last week, I went to the local gym. I was wearing my usual: a cotton sports bra and shorts. I noticed the air conditioning was off. After about half an hour, I was drenched. The creases u...
There comes a time when the best of things, while not necessarily coming to an end, do tend to get put on hold. It happened to Sam when Ravs got married and left for her honeymoon, though Ravs was insistent on having him tag along. Sam knew that her husband would approve, but he also knew that it would not be the right thing to do. So, he stayed back in In...