Adultery In the Shadow of Diplomacy: A Tale of Temptation

[Bigil]

Waiting for the next full fledged love making

[untamable_rohini]

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and her pupils blown. She could see the desire written across his face, the raw hunger in his eyes. He pulled her up and then kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he growled, his hands moving down her body, gripping her hips.
"Please, Faisal," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. She was in heat now, consumed by lust and desire.
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "I can't believe you're begging me already."
Rashi's cheeks burned, her body trembling with desire. "I need it, Faisal. Please."
"Need what?" he teased, his hands trailing down her spine, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Your cock," she gasped, her body aching for his touch.
He smirked, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "You'll have to earn it, Rashi."
Her eyes widened, her pulse racing.
"How?"
"On your knees," he commanded, his voice low and commanding.
Rashi's cheeks flushed, her mind racing. The thought of submitting to him sent a shiver of anticipation through her, her core aching and throbbing.
She took a deep breath and slowly sank to her knees, her eyes fixed on his. He stared at her, his gaze intense, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. Her large breasts dangle a bit with her movement, her nipples still stiff and erect.
"Now, beg for it," he growled, his voice rough and thick with desire.
Rashi's breathing was ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please, Faisal," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Please, fuck me."
He grinned, his eyes glinting wickedly. "Good girl."
He stepped forward and grabbed her hair, his grip firm but not painful. He guided her mouth to his cock and to suck his balls. His balls were full, heavy, and swollen, ready to unleash a big load, and Rashi sucked them like her life depended on it.
Faisal groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, his other hand gripping her hip.
"Fuck, yes, Rashi," he groaned, his cock throbbing in her mouth. "Suck my balls."
Rashi looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading, her cheeks flushed. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his heavy balls, the taste of his skin making her pussy ache and drip, his cock pulsing against her tongue. "You're such a good little slut, Rashi, have you tasted such a dick before" and Rashi was unable to respond, her mouth was busy sucking his balls.
Faisal groaned, his grip tightening on her hair. He pulled her off his cock, his gaze dark and predatory. He asked again "Have you tasted such a cock before?" He was trying to get her approval in she has been fucked by Qadir before.
Rashi's cheeks burned, her lips parted as she tried to find the words.
"No," she whispered, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "Never sucked a cock without foreskin"
His gaze was unwavering, his grip on her hair firm.
"You've never had a cock as thick as mine, have you?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Rashi's heart pounded in her chest, her core aching and throbbing.
"No," she breathed, her lips parting slightly.
"And you've never had a cock as deep as mine, have you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire.
She shivered, her body trembling.
"No," she gasped, her body aching for his touch.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming.
"Then prepare yourself, Rashi," he said, his voice a low, resonant command. "Because I'm about to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Her heart was hammering in her chest, her body burning with need.
She didn't resist as he pulled her to her feet, his hands moving over her curves, his lips claiming hers.
His fingers tangled in her hair, his tongue exploring her mouth.
She moaned into the kiss, her body melting against his. He positioned himself and in one swift motion, his cock was deep inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, the sensation overwhelming.
He didn't give her time to adjust, his hips slamming into hers, his cock thrusting into her, his movements urgent and desperate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.
"Oh, fuck, Faisal," she cried, her head falling back against the pillows. "Oh, god, that feels so good!"
"You're such a good little whore, Rashi," he growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Taking my cock so deep."
"Yes," she moaned, her body writhing in ecstasy. "Yes, I'm your whore, Faisal."
"Say it," he commanded, his voice rough and low.
"I'm your whore, Faisal," she gasped, her body trembling beneath his. "I'm your slut, your bitch."
He chuckled darkly, his lips curling into a wicked smile, he fucked her for quite sometime before releasing his load in her, and Rashi reached her climax uncountable times.
In the next round the feeling of his cock completing her made her moan, the sensation overwhelming. He pulled out his cock and came on her breasts, the white thick liquid dripping down her curves. He smeared his cum on her nipples and then on her lips and pushed his cock in her mouth and commanded "Suck it and lick the cum".
"Mmmm," Rashi moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she swallowed his load. She was a mess, her hair matted with sweat, her skin flushed and glistening. Her large breasts were coated with his cum, her nipples red and swollen.
Faisal collapsed onto the bed beside her, his breathing heavy, his cock glistening with her juices but still not done entirely savouring this Indian beauty. They remain entangled entire night and fucking each other like wild animals, their moans and screams were echoing in the room.
By the end of the night, Rashi had no more energy and was almost unconscious, Faisal was sleeping beside her holding her breasts and his cock was in her pussy.
Morning arrived, Rashi woke up early and was surprised to find his cock still inside her. She was exhausted and aching all over. Faisal was still sleeping, his body totally exposed, his skin glowing. Rashi was looking at him, her thoughts still reeling from the events of last night. She couldn't believe how far she had gone, how much she had enjoyed it. The memories flooded her mind, the way his hands had felt on her body, the way his cock had filled her.

[Dorabooji]

Hope rashi gets impregnated by faisal and fool her husband

[eslx1212]

Superb.

[Sarran Raj]

Hope rashi gets impregnated by faisal and fool her husband

She will divorce her husband and convert to faisal religion and marry him or another M man. 

[eslx1212]

This story has just begun to get hotter. Hope the writer does not take too long to give the next parts.

[mahamatherchod]

update

[untamable_rohini]

She knew this time she had crossed a line she could never step back over. The conference was forgotten, nothing existed but her body, her desire and that cock pumping thicker than anything she ever experienced inside her. They had fucked like porn stars the entire night and left every thought other than fucking to an entirely separate universe and time, feeling so good as to let herself float away entirely.

Faisal stirred, holding on to her.
“Running to your husband yet?” he said mockingly.
“I can’t even move,” she replied, exhausted and limp.
His lips tightened in a smile. He lowered his hand between her legs, her pussy lips parting as he flicked her sweetly dripping from the inside of her thighs.
Rashi look at him with an extraordinary thrill of excitement mixed with total humiliation as she realized what a bitch and not merely loser she’d been the entire night.
“Well?” he said at last. “Would you like more?” Her eyes widened.
“Of course I would!” she snapped back, irritated by his arrogance.
He eased her hand down. "I mean this whole arrangement."
She looked at him puzzled.
“It occurs to me,” Faisal went on smoothly, “You get very tired of that cautious diplomat of yours.”
“And?” Rashi gasped, pretending innocence but overcome by intrigue.
“There’s no need for pretense between us.” His hand moved over the moist swell of her breast. “You’re a delight for a man who truly knows how to enjoy you.” She gasped again as he pressed against her aching clit. “If you know what I mean?”
He studied her for a moment, as if weighing something in his mind. “You surprised me last night,” Faisal said, a faint smile playing on his lips. “And left quite an impression.”
She looked away, unsure how to respond, a part of her still grappling with what had transpired.
“I have a proposition for you,” Faisal continued, his tone shifting to one of calculated intent. “Women’s empowerment is not just an abstract cause for me. I’m launching initiatives in Afghanistan that need strong representation.”
Rashi frowned slightly, the unexpectedness of the offer catching her off-guard.
“You would be perfect for this role,” he said smoothly, sitting up in bed and brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “It will give you influence... prestige... and more financial power than anything Amit could ever provide.”
She blinked at him, her mind racing.
“Visit me every month,” Faisal added, his gaze direct and unflinching. “I want you... and your talent.” His lips curved into that knowing smile again. “Can you do that?”
Rashi felt as though the room had shifted beneath her. Offers like this didn’t come without strings—or consequences.
“My answer doesn’t affect... Amit’s work?” she asked
Faisal stroked her cheek, ensuring she couldn’t escape his gaze. “It will strengthen it,” he promised, his voice thick with certainty. In one fluid motion, he rose from the bed and walked to a nearby closet, retrieving a sleek garment bag. He handed it to her slowly, his eyes savoring every reaction. “Think about it,” he added.
She watched him, the weight of his offer sinking in like a stone dropping through still water. The implications were vast and convoluted, leaving her with a hollow ache of doubt and that fiery need to live up to the new bitch she knew she’d become.
“It’s... tempting.” She exhaled deeply.
Faisal smiled, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead. “I knew you’d say that.”
Rashi accepted the bag with trembling hands, and as she began dressing herself in its contents—a couture gown of iridescent silk that seemed to shift colors with each angle—she drank in its boldness, recalling his words: actions prove loyalty.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Faisal murmured as she tied the final knot on the dress, then kissed her deeply once more to remind her how this time had felt.
She slipped out of the room, the heavy door softly shutting behind her as she carried last night’s memories and Faisal’s silky promise wrapped around her body like a second skin. Her steps quickened as she made her way down through the hotel’s grand lobby, past marble columns and domed ceilings echoing with her retreating footsteps. Each stride in the quietly lavish dress she got from Faisal.
Rashi kicked off her shoes the moment she was back in her own hotel room, relief and fatigue mingling as she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her phone blinked insistently from a distant corner, and she glanced at the notifications with a mounting sense of dread. Missed calls from Amit and Qadir. Seeing their names brought everything back—the summit, the conversations, the precarious balance she had just upset. She sat for a long minute gathering her thoughts before reaching for her phone.
She called Amit first, bracing herself for his questions.
“Rashi,” Amit’s voice was warm yet edged with concern. “I’ve been trying to reach you all night. Everything okay?”
The sound of him sent a pang through her heart, a reminder of the divide she had widened. “Sorry,” she said, drawing in a slow breath to calm her nerves. “I’m alright. Just feeling under the weather—I think it’s the stress of the summit.”
Amit was quiet for a moment before speaking again, his tone softening. “Make sure you rest. I know how important this is for you—don’t overdo it.”
“I’ll be fine,” she promised, guilt threading through every word. “I wish you were here.”
“I know,” he said gently. “I’ll be there tonight?”
“Yes,” Rashi murmured, feeling a wash of gratitude as they disconnected.
She hadn’t noticed until now that her hands were shaking slightly with exhaustion and emotion. Rubbing her temples, she flipped through the notes from last night’s adventures, then dialed Qadir with fingers barely steady enough to press the buttons on screen.
“Rashi.” His voice was clear, immediate, and laced with expectation. “Are you ok? Did Faisal pressure you?”
She interrupted, the lie ready. “It’s fine, Qadir. I spoke to him briefly, then left from there, I was feeling ill so went straight to bed.”
His silence carried skepticism, disappointment she couldn’t bear to dissect. “You realize how important this is?” He Said
“I do,” she said quickly.
Regret pierced her core as she severed the connection, more aware than ever of the precarious tightrope she walked.
Rashi entered the banquet hall, she exuded a calm that belied the turmoil inside her. She wore a pale blue saree with intricate silver embroidery—a stark contrast to last night’s decadent silks yet equally stunning. The bustle of final preparations encircled her, though time seemed oddly suspended in those first few moments.
Faisal stood near the stage, observing with sharp eyes but joined by dignitaries today and not alone. Their eyes met briefly, and a faint smile touched his lips—intimate in its understanding and perceptible from across the distance.
Qadir approached her with a muted frustration crackling between them. “Ready?” he asked tersely.
“Yes,” she answered, infusing her voice with confidence despite all it lacked at that moment.
He said, neutrality lacing his tone. “Faisal will expect much when you present this morning.”
“I know,” Rashi replied, the memory of Faisal’s hotel suite branded in her thoughts. “I’ll be ready.”
“You were amazing,” Qadir’s sudden compliment caught her off guard, filling her with a strange mix of reassurance and doubt.
“Thank you,” she murmured before hanging up.
The hall filled swiftly as attendees filed in—the din of chatter punctuated by occasional laughter or the crisp click of cameras. Among the crowd were men in dark suits flanking Faisal; their presence made clear exactly how stratospheric his influence stretched.
Couple of hours later, Rashi stood at the summit podium, the room filled to capacity. Her pulse quickened as she scanned the audience. Qadir sat near the front, his expression inscrutable but attentive. Just beyond him was Faisal—cool, confident, watching her with a predator’s patience. She took a deep breath and began:
“Women’s empowerment requires more than words...”
Her voice rang clear and steady despite the chaos churning inside her. As she spoke about breaking barriers and defying expectations, the irony was not lost on her—all these things circled their way back to Amit and what she had promised him by giving herself to others.
With each sentence, Rashi felt herself gaining momentum—a train picking up speed, fueled by mission or madness, unable to stop until it reached its destination.
Her speech ended.
Thunderous applause rippled through the room, but Rashi felt only a numbed emptiness as she walked offstage. She made her way past rows of beaming faces, the clapping fading into a muffled buzz.
Once outside the auditorium, she paused in a secluded hallway, her breathing shallow and ragged. The enormity of what she had just done hit her like a freight train—the weight of her actions crashing down on her.
Her legs trembled, barely able to hold her weight. She leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking.
Rashi didn't know how long she stood there, her emotions running high and raw. But as her breathing slowed, a sudden calm descended, a sense of clarity emerging from the chaos. She was no longer the woman who had stood on that stage. That woman had been consumed by ambition and desire.
She had burned her old self. She went to washroom to compose herself and came back normal.
Faisal was waiting for her outside the hall.
"Rashi," he said, a slight smile on his face.
"Yes," she responded, her voice even and controlled.
"That was quite the performance," he said, his eyes searching her face.
"Thank you," she said, her cheeks flushed.
Faisal looked at her for a moment longer before he said, "I'm glad you came. You made the right choice."
"I know," she said softly.
"Then you should know," Faisal went on, his voice low and seductive, "that we've only just begun."
Rashi's heart beat faster.
"I look forward to it," she murmured.
He smiled, a wolfish grin that hinted at the pleasures that lay ahead. "Have lunch before you leave, lamb here is my personal favourite" he said, pointing at the lamb roast.
Rashi nodded, her stomach growling at the thought of food.
"We can continue later," he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.
She blushed, her pulse quickening. Faisal went back to the hall and Rashi also went to the restaurant. She had some soup and something light to eat and went directly to her room. As she entered her room, there was a doorbell ring and she opened the door, Qadir was standing outside the door.
"I thought I should check on you," he said, his voice thick with concern.
Rashi swallowed hard, her heart pounding, he entered quickly and forcefully. He started kissing her on the lips and said "you don't know how much I missed you last night" and Rashi protested, but her body had very little strength to resist.
His fingers tangled in her hair, his tongue exploring her mouth. He pushed her towards the bed, her body melting against his. Rashi felt the heat radiating off his skin, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Oh, God, yes," she gasped, her hands grasping at his shoulders. She couldn't believe words from her own mouth, she has become a sex hungry bitch, that too very soon.
"You like that, huh?" Qadir growled, his hands moving down her body, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. "You want me to fuck you, Rashi?"
Rashi was aware of the marks on her body left by Faisal, she didn't want to show it to Qadir. She stood up and removed her panty without removing any other clothes. She bent on bed and raised her saree upto her hips to Qadir's direction and said, "Please, Qadir, just fuck me"
He didn't wait for her to adjust and entered her already moist pussy and started fucking her hard and fast in doggy style, his hips slamming into hers, his cock thrusting into her, his movements urgent and desperate. Qadir didn't waste any time and he pushed his cock deep inside her. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, the sensation overwhelming, her pussy was sore from yesterday but her body was in heat.
"Fuck, Rashi," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "I thought, you were with Faisal last night"
Her head falling back against the pillows. "Oh, God, that feels so good!"
"Tell me," Qadir growled, his eyes darkened with lust.
Rashi's cheeks flushed, her mind racing, the memories of last night still fresh in her mind. She stopped moving and confronted him, "Qadir, why would you ask this question"
He stared at her for a moment, his gaze intense, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.
"Because I want to know," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Because I need to know."
She shivered but lied "Do you think I am a cheap whore?"
"No," he said quickly, his expression softening. "But I have a suspicion."
"What do you mean?" Rashi asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"I think you were with Faisal last night," Qadir said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I want to know if I'm right."
Rashi's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. "How could you possibly think that?" she demanded.
"Because I know Faisal," he said, his lips tightening. "I know how he works."
Rashi frowned, the implications of his words sinking in.
"You knew he would make a move on me?" she asked, her voice tinged with anger.
"Yes," Qadir admitted, his expression grim. "And I should've warned you."
"You should've," Rashi snapped, her temper rising.
Qadir sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Because I didn't want to scare you away," he said. "I wanted you to stay."
Rashi was silent for a moment, her anger dissipating, replaced by a hollow ache of disappointment. With this Qadir pushed her on the bed and made her lie on her back and raised her saree upto knees.
"You wanted me to stay?" she asked, her voice quiet and seductive
"Yes," Qadir growled, his gaze heated. "I want you, Rashi."
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her anger faded, her desire growing stronger.
"Your little pussy makes me do anything"
"Then take me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I'm yours."
his hand stroking her thigh he took her hand and put it on his throbbing cock. Rashi's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing, her mind reeling from the feel of his hot flesh in her palm. He guided her hand, showing her how he liked to be touched. She was lost in the moment, her body responding instinctively to his demands.
"That's right," he said, his voice husky. "Touch me, Rashi. Make me come."
She obeyed, her fingers closing around his shaft, stroking him firmly, her thumb teasing the head of his cock. His eyes closed, his head falling back, his breath ragged. The feel of him in her hand, the sight of him writhing in pleasure, drove Rashi wild. She increased the pace of her strokes, her fingers moving up and down is cock, her thumb rubbing the head, his moans and groans spurring her on. She didn't want him to cum on her hand, instead she wanted to feel him inside. She turned around and guided his cock to her entrance. She also didn't want to undress herself for two reasons, she has to join the summit again and she wants to hide the lovemaking marks which Faisal gave to her. She was bending like a bitch, her saree upto her thighs, and his cock entered her pussy from behind and started fucking her fast and hard.
"Oh, god," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she thrust back against him. "You feel so good, Rashi."
She bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps, her body responding to his, the sensations overwhelming. She started matching the rhythm and made it more pleasurable to him. Her pussy was very much aroused and wet, Qadir was pushing her towards climax. She could hear him grunt and groan, his movements growing faster, more desperate. His cock was hitting her G-spot, her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around him.
"Qadir, I'm gonna cum," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Don't stop, please."
He didn't, his thrusts driving her over the edge, her body trembling, her orgasm washing over her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her. He continued to pound her, her orgasm triggering his, his cock pulsing inside her, his release hot and thick. They rode the waves together, their bodies moving as one, the pleasure indescribable.
"Oh my God, that was amazing," Qadir breathed, his chest heaving.
She looked back and smiled, "It was."
They were panting hard, the intensity of their orgasms leaving them breathless. Rashi's entire body was buzzing, her mind racing. She couldn't believe she had just had sex with two men apart from her husband in gap of few hours. But it felt so good and she has a burning desire inside her now which has to be quenched.
"Rashi, are you free this evening?" Qadir asked, his gaze fixed on her.
She said "No, Amit will be back by evening" wiping her pussy from a tissue.
"Okay, see you tomorrow" Qadir said and went towards the washroom.
Rashi adjusted her saree, her cheeks flushed, her body tingling. She could not believe what had just happened, what she had just done. She had just had sex with another man, two actually. She was married, and her husband was thousands kilometers away, yet here she was, having a passionate affair. And what's worse, she had enjoyed it, loved every minute of it.
But now she has to be careful, she mustn't let her emotions get the better of her.
She knew Qadir wanted her, and she couldn't deny that she wanted him too. They both got ready to leave the room and joined the summit like nothing happened.
The summit proceeded with speeches and presentations, but Rashi’s thoughts were a whirlwind. Sitting between Faisal and Qadir felt like being caught between fire and water. Faisal exuded a dangerous allure, his mere presence stirring a primal response within her. Qadir, on the other hand, represented familiarity and warmth—a comfort she had sought and surrendered to only days before.
By the time the summit concluded, Rashi’s nerves were frayed. She excused herself and returned to her room, hoping for solitude and removed from the dissonance of stares, unsaid words, and the weight of expectations.
Her heels clicked softly on the marble floor, echoing through the corridor like a metronome counting down her patience. The conference badge still hung around her neck, swinging with every step, a reminder of the carefully composed version of herself she’d had to wear all day.
The key card slipped into the door with a practiced flick. As it clicked open, she stepped into the stillness of her room and shut the door behind her, leaning against it for a long breath.
The soft rustle of her saree, now clinging to her after a long day, whispered against her skin. She reached up to unclasp the earrings that had pinched her lobes raw, then slowly unwrapped the pallu from her shoulder, letting the fabric slide down her arm. The mirror caught her reflection—smudged kohl, tired eyes, and a softness in her expression she hadn’t let anyone see. The badge slid off, dropping onto the console with a soft clink. Her fingers trailed upward, loosening the tiny clasp of her blouse, and the tension in her shoulders melted away.
The saree's pallu, once perfectly dbangd, now slipped of its own accord—like it, too, had grown tired of holding everything in place. The silk brushed against her skin as it unraveled, a slow, sensual whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. She caught it at her waist, hesitating, letting the moment stretch. Then, with a slow pull, she undid the pleats, the fabric pooling around her feet like spilled wine.
Left in her blouse and petticoat, she moved to the mirror, fingers tracing the faint red marks the saree’s edge had left on her waist. Her skin was warm, slightly flushed, each sensation amplified in the privacy of her room. She then reached back to unfasten her blouse, letting it fall open inch by inch. The cool air licked at her bare skin, contrasting with the lingering heat of the day.
She paused by the window, still half-dressed, half-undone. The city outside sparkled in ignorance, oblivious to the slow unraveling of the woman behind the glass. Her breath fogged the pane slightly as she leaned forward, forearms resting on the railing, letting the night breeze tousle her hair and tease the loosened ends of her saree still dbangd low around her hips.

She stood there for a moment, still. Letting herself breathe.


Then her phone buzzed—twice, urgently. She almost didn’t look, but habit won. Faisal. A single message: “Can I see you?”
She typed back slowly:
“Now?”
The reply came within seconds:
“Only if you want to.”
She stared at the screen, thumb hovering. The silence of the room wrapped around her like a question.
“I’m not coming out,” her voice low, laced with exhaustion and something softer beneath it. “I just want to lie down and let this day disappear.”
There was a pause. Then Faisal’s voice, low and velvet-smooth.
“I didn’t call to take you out, Rashi. I just wanted to see you… just for a few minutes.”
A breath. “Video call?”
She hesitated, rolled her eyes fondly. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re irresistible,” he shot back. “Deal?”
She hesitated playfully, then sighed. “Fine. Let me change first.”
But before she could hang up, his voice dropped an octave.
“Wait— the dress I gave you this morning.”
He paused, then added with a familiar edge in his tone, “Put on the dress I gave you.”
Her brows lifted. “Now?”
“Yes. I want to see you in it,” he murmured. “Change now. With me on the call.”
There was a beat of silence. Then a slow throb of something unspoken passed between them. She shifted, her breath catching slightly as she glanced at the screen—his face steady, eyes dark, waiting.
She stood, angling the phone just so, propped on the dresser. “You’re impossible,” she whispered.
“But you’re not saying no,” he replied, his voice low, almost a purr.

[untamable_rohini]

[Sarran Raj]

Great update

[eslx1212]

Superb update. Excellent narration. The tempo is good. Rashi is now conflicted but has also changed considerably. Can't wait for the next part.

[mahamatherchod]

great , i hope we get regular update now

[xboard1986]

Wow, plz continue

[Arul Pragasam]

Nice update

[Blackdick11]

Hey Untamable_Rohini,

Just wanted to say I’ve really been enjoying your stories—both Bound by Storm: Urvashi’s Journey into Forbidden and In the Shadow of Diplomacy: A Tale of Temptation are super engaging in their own unique ways.
But I've got a question on my mind...
Is this the backstory of Rashi (from Bound by Strom:...) that you were mentioning to write about?

[vishuvanathan]

Superb

[Joseph Rayman]

waiting for more adventures