Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Lingering Heat


The bathroom door had closed, but the moment still lingered

Thick and heady in the air like steam refusing to clear.

Ravi stood there, unmoving, his fingers tingling from the memory of her touch.

The slick slide of her wet skin against his,

The teasing graze of her fingertips tracing his knuckles

It played over in his mind, slow and vivid, as if his body itself refused to let go.

His heart still beat heavily, unevenly, the rush of adrenaline and desire curling low in his chest.

She had responded to him. She hadn’t pulled away;

She had stayed in that space with him—playful, teasing, testing.

And for a fleeting, breathless moment, he had almost given in.

Almost let his fingers close around hers.

Almost leaned in closer to whisper something reckless through that narrow crack in the door.

The possibilities haunted him.

What if he had let his thumb slide just a little farther over her wrist?

What if he had leaned in,

Let his breath mingle with hers through the door, said words he could never take back?

Would she have let him?

The question pulsed in his mind.

But even in that haze, Ravi knew why he had stopped.

Why he hadn’t crossed the line fully.

Because some part of him still respected that fragile, beautiful boundary between them.

A boundary she might toy with,

But which he refused to break without her unmistakable invitation.

She was married. 

And though she had teased, she hadn’t fully opened that door, literally or otherwise.

That thought grounded him, steadying his breath as he finally turned away from the door.

Yet as he walked back to his seat, he couldn’t help but think


She didn’t close it quickly either.

How else can a woman say that?

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[readersp]

wow. simply wow

[shailu4ever]

wow. simply wow

Hi readersp


Wow, thank you so much! 

Feedback like this really motivates me to keep going and push forward. 

I’m glad you enjoyed it!


With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Inside the bathroom



Neetu leaned back against the door, 

Her chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. 

Her skin was still flushed

Not just from the heat of the water, but from the heat of that lingering exchange.

Her fingers still tingled where they had touched his. 

She could feel the ghost of his fingertips on her palm, her wrist, trailing like a secret.

A small, breathless laugh slipped from her lips.

What were we even doing…?

She thought, both amused and faintly shaken.

She had meant it as playful teasing, 

A little spark to brighten the afternoon, 

Something innocent enough to pass off with a smile later.

But the way his fingers had lingered, 

The low rumble of his voice, 

The way he had said those words...

"Maybe I don’t want to wash away the memory of you."

It had made her knees weak.

And in that instant, she had felt it too, that pull, 

That magnetic temptation to lean in,

To push just a little farther, 

To see what it would feel like if their hands didn’t let go.

Her lips curved into a slow, 

Private smile as she let the water wash over her again, cooling her flushed skin.

He could have… He really could have crossed that line,

She thought, shivering at the thrill of it.

But he hadn’t.

He had stayed right at the edge, holding her gaze, 

Holding her touch, but never forcing more.

That restraint...

When she had given him every chance, made something tender bloom inside her.

He knows exactly how to play with fire without burning us both.

Her smile deepened, soft and appreciative, as she let her eyes flutter shut.

Good boy, she thought with a quiet laugh.


But God, what a dangerous one.

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[shailu4ever]

After the Shower: The Walk to Her Bedroom


The door clicked open slowly, releasing a soft,

Fragrant gust of steam into the quiet hallway.

Ravi glanced up instinctively from where he sat,

Though he had already been keenly aware of every sound,

The faint creak of the door,

The lingering hush of the water shutting off, the soft shuffle of her steps within.

And then, she appeared.

Neetu emerged from the bathroom wrapped in nothing but towels.

One thick towel was dbangd securely around her body,

Tucked just above her chest,

The soft fabric hugging her curves and leaving her long legs bare beneath the hem,

Where the towel stopped daringly high on her thighs.

Another smaller towel rested over her shoulders,

Absorbing the moisture from her long, damp hair that clung in dark, glistening strands against her neck and collarbone.

Her skin glowed, still flushed from the heat of the shower, dewy and fresh.

Tiny beads of water glimmered along her shoulders and the upper swell of her chest,

Sliding slowly down the delicate line of her collarbone before disappearing beneath the edge of her towel.

She walked with the unhurried grace of a woman completely at ease with herself, confident, warm,

Teasingly unaware yet fully conscious of her effect.


Ravi’s breath caught as his eyes lifted to meet hers, unable to look away.

She met his gaze without hesitation, a playful glint flickering in her dark eyes,

Her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile.


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[shailu4ever]

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There was mischief in her glance


But also something quieter, an unspoken daring

An acknowledgment of the earlier moment that neither of them had fully acted upon.

Her steps were slow, deliberate, as she crossed the short hallway toward her bedroom, just beyond where he sat.

Each step was soft, yet somehow echoed louder than it should have, like the world itself had fallen away,

Leaving only the sound of her bare feet brushing against the cool floor and the faint rustle of towels.

She paused, just briefly, as she neared him

Standing close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her freshly showered skin.

Her eyes lingered on his face, letting her gaze sweep over him with a lazy, teasing boldness.

Still clutching the towel on her shoulder, she tilted her head slightly, water droplets trickling down her neck.

Her voice, when it finally came, was soft and smoky.

“Thanks for the delivery service… again,” she said, her tone layered with meaning.

Ravi’s lips parted slightly, but no words came, not yet.

He wasn’t sure what stunned him more:

Her playful words, or the hypnotic sight of her standing there, towel-wrapped, her hair damp and skin glowing, looking like something pulled straight out of a dream.

Her smile deepened, catching the flicker in his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” she added, her voice dipping lower, her glance boldly holding his,

“I’m quite capable of unwrapping my gifts myself.”

Her words hung in the air, heady and charged.

Then, with a slow, almost lazy turn, she walked past him toward her bedroom,

Her bare back visible above the line of the towel,

The curve of her shoulders soft and enticing beneath the second towel dbangd loosely around her neck.


Ravi’s gaze followed her, helplessly drawn to the sway of her hips under the towel as she disappeared behind her bedroom door

Leaving only a faint trail of jasmine and heat in her wake.

The door shut softly.


But the echo of her words, and the image of her damp, radiant form, lingered,

Curling inside him like smoke,

Impossible to forget.



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[shailu4ever]

Behind Her Closed Door (Inside Her Bedroom)


The door clicked softly behind her, but Neetu didn’t move right away. 

She stayed there for a moment, 

Her back pressed against the cool wood, Heart fluttering in a mix of excitement and quiet disbelief.

The heat wasn’t just from the shower anymore, 

It was from the way Ravi had looked at her.

She had seen it.

The way his eyes lingered on her damp skin, the hesitation in his breath, 

The flicker of awe and hunger that he hadn’t even tried to hide.

Her lips curled into a slow, wicked smile as she let her body relax, exhaling deeply,

Towel still wrapped around her chest, another one dbangd over her damp hair.

Oh, Ravi… you really are trouble, she thought, a small shiver running through her, though she wasn’t cold at all.


She moved toward the bed, letting the towel around her shoulders slide down, 

Revealing more of her bare, glistening back as she dropped it casually onto the chair.

Her fingers grazed the edge of the towel around her chest 

Her skin still tingling from the steam, and from the memory of his eyes tracing every inch of her.

Her heart still raced at how near they had been,

How their game had danced right on the edge of danger. 

She’d felt it when she stood near him, when she whispered those words about “unwrapping gifts.” 

The charge between them had been almost unbearable.

And still, he hadn’t moved.

He hadn't said or done anything reckless, even when everything in the air invited it.

She sat on the edge of her bed, running her fingers through her wet hair, eyes distant yet glowing with intrigue.

Part of her wanted to tease herself for being so bold.

What are you even doing, Neetu?  she thought with a faint, breathless laugh.

You’re a married woman… and you just walked past him wrapped in nothing but towels, tossing words like that.

But deeper beneath the playful guilt, something else stirred—a strange, quiet admiration.

He didn’t cross the line.

For all her teasing, Ravi had stayed rooted in place, respectful even in his hunger. 

She’d seen it, felt it.

That restraint… that control…

It made him far more dangerous than she had imagined.

A soft, almost proud smile curved her lips as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, water droplets still trailing along her bare skin.

You’re playing with fire, Neetu, she thought, eyes glittering with something daring.



But in this moment, she wasn’t sure if she feared the burn.

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[readersp]

Shailu ji.. one small observation.. It was during the day that Neetu had her bath..right..the last line above .."But tonight"..it was still day time only..right

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s Lingering Thoughts: Alone in the Quiet



Meanwhile, outside in the hallway,

Ravi still sat in stunned silence, staring at her closed door.

His body felt heavy, as though the air itself had thickened around him, 

Weighted by everything that had just passed between them.

He swallowed hard, trying to calm the rapid thudding of his heart

But her image lingered too vividly in his mind.

That vision of her… towel-wrapped, glowing, damp hair trailing down her back… 

Those eyes locking with his, playful, unashamed, bold.

He had never seen anything like it.

Never felt anything like her.

Every part of him had wanted to stand up, to follow, to reach out

Just to touch, to know what it would feel like to brush his fingertips against  her warm, freshly showered skin.

He could still feel the phantom of her passing, her scent lingering like jasmine wrapped in heat.

But somewhere deep within, something had held him back.


That final thread of control.

He could hear it whispering now, steady and insistent beneath the heat clouding his mind.

She’s not yours.

And that truth was sharp, sobering. 

Yet it didn’t make the ache any easier.

What gnawed at him most wasn’t just the hunger, but the what if.

What if she had lingered a second longer?

What if he had answered her playful words with something bolder?

Would she have stopped him? 

Or let the moment slip farther?

His hands were still resting on his knees, clenched into quiet fists as he closed his eyes and drew in a slow, shaking breath.

This isn’t over, something inside him murmured.

He knew it. She knew it.


Their game had only begun.


And as much as he told himself to stay careful, to stay good

Another part of him was already wondering how long that carefulness could survive.

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[shailu4ever]

Shailu ji.. one small observation.. It was during the day that Neetu had her bath..right..the last line above  .."But tonight"..it was still day time only..right

Hi readersp


Wow, thank you so much for catching that! 

I really appreciate your attention to detail. It’s exactly this kind of feedback that helps make the story stronger. 

You’re absolutely right, it was my mistake. I just fixed that to stay consistent with the timeline. 

Thank you so much readersp.  I really mean it.

With warm regards.

-- Shailu

[khemucha]

I currently write everything on my phone. That said, I personally enjoy short sentences and simpler structure, especially when I’m reading on my phone.



But if I try to give equal attention to everyone’s perspective, the story gets way longer and harder to manage, especially for me as a beginner.



If the husbands feel a bit flat, it’s because I’m writing from the wives’ point of view. And I’ve seen in real life how some women feel ignored or underappreciated in their marriages. They stay home, waiting for a little attention. When someone finally listens to them or shows they care, it really means a lot. That’s the kind of emotion I’m trying to show through these stories.

Please read the following with respect to the three sections I have chosen above.

Ok, its the phone. Nothing wrong with short crisp sentences, its the one sentence in line with double line spacing that gets to me. I'm more old college and think the that comma, semicolon and dash were invented for a reason. To each their own. I suspected it might be a phone.


If you read my original comment again, I granted you the choice of characters who you would examine in more detail. But the husband's character can be built up by letting the wife think about him - both what she admires and what gets her goat. Nothing wrong with the chosen focus. Stay with it. But remember, nothing is black and white. In a good story about women, who are not sluts by nature, succumbing to extra-marital affairs, the mental struggle, both leading up to the transgression and after the act, is what makes the story stand apart from normal smut. None of the shenanigans you are describing in your stories are going to threaten the marriage. None of the players are inclined for that. So take care how you paint the woman's mind, when you give her POV. Thats all we have. One does not need the husband's POV to get a sense of his place in her world. Let me recommend a few adultery stories - A Wife' Anxiety by game40it on this forum, The Seduction of Lust by game40it in the Tamil section of this forum(if you can't read Tamil like I can't), rightclick on his story list page and translate to English; you will have to do the same to read the story) and another called The Neglected Wife on a blog on holisticwisdom. All are hot as hell and deal with similar issues. But they depict how the husband hover's in the wife's mind before, during and after the act(and in two cases the stud is again better endowed). I found this treatment more authentic. In your stories the husband is completely missing from the woman's mind space, which it why I find your POV treatment incomplete, bordering on juvenile. And I am not looking for a prudish outcomes here, because in two of these three, the lady actually transgresses, and rather cruelly in one of them.


And, finally, that is exactly why you didn't have to fall into the cliche trap of better endowed stud and emasculated small dicked husband. If your point is that its loneliness and non-appreciation along with a bit of boredom with the familiar, that's driving you married women characters and the male protagonist is able to establish a mental connect with them, size should not matter. Coital satisfaction can happen when the two get connected and share something deeper than the extent of penetration and they both know what they are doing. No matter how much porn one sees - unless you have been with the opposite sex, you have no idea what to do. Looks like your guys have a lot of prior experience(no hint of that in the story) or learnt the art of seduction in their mother's womb.  I know the predominantly male audience here delights in the coke-can thick, 8" deep, cervix-smashing action employed by lesser writers to evoke a salacious response from their readers, but allow me to call your attention to Podrick, Tyrion Lannister's page in GoT. He was a small man but had quite a reputation with the ladies of Fleabottom! My point it that you are short changing yourself by employing these cliches. I don't give such a critique to run-of-the-mill smut writers normally. It lessens your story rather than enhance it.



Another thing, aren't all your married female characters following a similar arc. Even an Olympic gold medalist sharp shooter doesn't hit the bullseye every time. Here your male protagonists are like champion bowler, knocking down all pins in every strike. Hope you do better next time you go down so deep on the POV approach. Or just write a smutty rollicking raunchy fuckfest instead. Ciao!

[Raj087]

The update is very good....but please add conversations between the characters..only description can be monotonous at times...Here i find minimal interaction with elaborative description of every scene which somewhere kills the realism of a Event and makes it very essay type read...i am enjoying your writing style but this is what i felt after reading 20 pages since the starting....hope you don't mind me pointing this...rest you are one of the best story tellers i have come accross here...

[shailu4ever]

Please read the following with respect to the three sections I have chosen above.

Ok, its the phone. Nothing wrong with short crisp sentences, its the one sentence in line with double line spacing that gets to me. I'm more old college and think the that comma, semicolon and dash were invented for a reason. To each their own. I suspected it might be a phone.


If you read my original comment again, I granted you the choice of characters who you would examine in more detail. But the husband's character can be built up by letting the wife think about him - both what she admires and what gets her goat. Nothing wrong with the chosen focus. Stay with it. But remember, nothing is black and white. In a good story about women, who are not sluts by nature, succumbing to extra-marital affairs, the mental struggle, both leading up to the transgression and after the act, is what makes the story stand apart from normal smut. None of the shenanigans you are describing in your stories are going to threaten the marriage. None of the players are inclined for that. So take care how you paint the woman's mind, when you give her POV. Thats all we have. One does not need the husband's POV to get a sense of his place in her world. Let me recommend a few adultery stories - A Wife' Anxiety by game40it on this forum, The Seduction of Lust by game40it in the Tamil section of this forum(if you can't read Tamil like I can't), rightclick on his story list page and translate to English; you will have to do the same to read the story) and another called The Neglected Wife on a blog on holisticwisdom. All are hot as hell and deal with similar issues. But they depict how the husband hover's in the wife's mind before, during and after the act(and in two cases the stud is again better endowed). I found this treatment more authentic. In your stories the husband is completely missing from the woman's mind space, which it why I find your POV treatment incomplete, bordering on juvenile. And I am not looking for a prudish outcomes here, because in two of these three, the lady actually transgresses, and rather cruelly in one of them.


And, finally, that is exactly why you didn't have to fall into the cliche trap of better endowed stud and emasculated small dicked husband. If your point is that its loneliness and non-appreciation along with a bit of boredom with the familiar, that's driving you married women characters and the male protagonist is able to establish a mental connect with them, size should not matter. Coital satisfaction can happen when the two get connected and share something deeper than the extent of penetration and they both know what they are doing. No matter how much porn one sees - unless you have been with the opposite sex, you have no idea what to do. Looks like your guys have a lot of prior experience(no hint of that in the story) or learnt the art of seduction in their mother's womb.  I know the predominantly male audience here delights in the coke-can thick, 8" deep, cervix-smashing action employed by lesser writers to evoke a salacious response from their readers, but allow me to call your attention to Podrick, Tyrion Lannister's page in GoT. He was a small man but had quite a reputation with the ladies of Fleabottom! My point it that you are short changing yourself by employing these cliches. I don't give such a critique to run-of-the-mill smut writers normally. It lessens your story rather than enhance it.



Another thing, aren't all your married female characters following a similar arc. Even an Olympic gold medalist sharp shooter doesn't hit the bullseye every time. Here your male protagonists are like champion bowler, knocking down all pins in every strike. Hope you do better next time you go down so deep on the POV approach. Or just write a smutty rollicking raunchy fuckfest instead. Ciao!

Noted.

Just an FYI, Ravi never had any romantic encounter with any women yet.

I am new to writing sir, please go easy on me. 

I know I am not good sir. 

I am trying my best. 

Please excuse me and my stories sir.



-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

The update is very good....but please add conversations between the characters..only description can be monotonous at times...Here i find minimal interaction with elaborative description of every scene which somewhere kills the realism of a Event and makes it very essay type read...i am enjoying your writing style but this is what i felt after reading 20 pages since the starting....hope you don't mind me pointing this...rest you are one of the best story tellers i have come accross here...

Noted.  I will reduce the descriptions and increase the conversations.

[shailu4ever]

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Still Learning to Write
 
I know me.
I know I’m not the best writer.
I know I’m not even a better one.
Not a good one either —
and if I’m being honest,
I know I’m not a writer at all.
Just someone trying to become one.
 
I want to write,
even though I don’t know how yet.
I don’t claim to be good —
not polished, not practiced, not ready —
just someone learning to shape her thoughts into words.
 
I’ve never called myself a writer.
I’m only beginning to learn,
taking small steps, one sentence at a time.
 
I have time —
More than most.

I am a stay-at-home wife
Lonely and bored
with space in the day
and stories in my head.
 
So I chose writing.
I thought erotica would be easy,
but I was wrong.
Even desire takes discipline to write.
Even passion needs patience.
 
It’s only been a few weeks,
not even a month and a half.
And I know — truly —
That no real skill can bloom overnight.


I’m a slow learner,
one of the backbenchers
who needs to hear things twice,
read things three times,
and still wonders if she got it right.
 
I don’t know all the rules.
I’m still figuring out punctuation —
where to pause,
where to stop,
how to shape a sentence
so it breathes the way it should.
But I’m trying.
 
I’m not one of those hidden geniuses in disguise.
I’m just someone willing to try.
 
My writing feels childish,
like a little drawing made with crayons —
a car with square wheels,
a train with a crooked smile.
But it’s mine.
And I made it with heart.
 
I’m grateful for those who encourage me,
who tell me I can grow,
who give me a reason to believe.
 
So I write —
as often as I can,
as fully as I can.
It may take me longer,
but I’m not giving up.
 
This is my voice,
still unshaped,
still unsure.
But maybe in time,
it will find its rhythm.
 
Some have noticed
that the heroes in my stories
are strong —
handsome, confident,
full of charm and perfect timing.
 
Yes, I chose them that way.
 
Not because I believe all men are like that,
but because, right now,
it feels safer to write about them.
 
When you're still learning,
when your voice is unsure,
it's easier to build a world
where the characters are steady,
certain, larger than life.
 
I didn’t want to risk too much
by writing messy, complicated people —
not yet.
So I began with the kind of heroes
who feel safe to write,
who give me space to focus
on the rhythm of storytelling
before diving into the chaos of realism.
 
Is that wrong?
It might be.
But still,
this felt easier to start with —
a way to begin without fear,
to stay steady while I find my voice.
 
Maybe one day,
my heroes will grow messier,
more real, more flawed.
But for now,
this is how I begin.
 
I know there will be critics —
some fair,
some harsh,
some who may cut deep
without meaning to.
And others,
maybe,
just trying to be hard.
 
Either way,
I will have to face them.
Their words may sting,
but I’m not surprised.
This is life.
This is writing.
 
And I am well aware of it.
 
Still,
I will continue writing.
 
I ask only this:
stay with me while I learn.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be great,
or even good enough,
but I promise —
I’m giving everything I have.
 
Please don’t compare my words
to good stories or flawless prose.
I’m not there.
I may never be.
And honestly —
I’m okay with that.
Not every voice needs to echo from the top shelf.
Some stories are meant to be quiet,
growing in small corners,
read by kind eyes who understand.
 
This is real.
This is honest.
And this is me —
Still Learning to Write




-- Shailu

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[Raj087]

But i genuinely feel you are a great writer...that is why i enjoy reading your updates....Room to improve in any area of work stays till the last day of our life but whatever you have written so far does not seem like you are New to this domain... Even this story has multiple plots and as because i am involved with the story i keep on giving suggestions or area where i feel can be more interesting...my request to you is keep going with the stories and complete them...So that the next writeup of yours can be more better...but you are really a good writer...thanks for all your efforts....

[shailu4ever]

Neetu’s Conflict: A Conversation with Herself



Neetu stood in front of the mirror, 

Her hand still wrapped around the towel at her chest.

The steam from the shower lingered, and her mind raced.

"What am I doing?"

She pressed her fingertips to her forehead,

Trying to push away the thoughts, but they only grew louder.

She’d just walked past Ravi wrapped in a towel,

Flirting, teasing, playing with fire.

"You know this isn’t right. Vamsi… he works so hard for us. He doesn’t deserve this."

Her heart twisted.

She knew it was wrong, but the longing, the ache, it was real, undeniable.

She thought of Vamsi, his strong arms, his kindness, his jokes.

She loved him. She did.

"But he’s never here. Two hours each way, every single day… How can I blame him? He’s just trying to provide."

She sank onto the bed, her mind torn between guilt and desire.

She could hear Vamsi’s laugh in her mind,

The way he held her at night, even if it was just for a few hours before sleep took over.


"But that’s the thing… he’s not here. 

When he is, it’s only for a short time. 

And when he’s not, I’m left with this… this emptiness."



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[shailu4ever]

The emptiness that Ravi had begun to fill, unknowingly.


"Ravi’s just someone I’m talking to. I’m just flirting a little. Nothing wrong with that. It’s harmless, right?"

She glanced back at the mirror, avoiding her own eyes.

Her mind screamed at her, but the excitement, the thrill of attention, was so intoxicating.

Every time Ravi looked at her, it felt like something in her lit up.

And he looked at her like no one else did. Like he saw her.

"But am I just playing with him? Or am I playing with myself? Maybe it’s a game. Maybe I just want to feel desired. It doesn’t mean anything... does it?"

The tightness in her chest made it hard to breathe,

But she held onto the thought that Ravi was just someone she could talk to,

Someone who wasn’t a reminder of everything that was missing.

Someone who still made her feel seen, made her feel alive.


"I don’t want to hurt Vamsi. He’s a good man. But I can’t keep pretending I don’t need something more."

Her hand tightened around the towel, the fabric crumpling in her grasp as she tried to steady herself.

"It’s not like I’m falling for him. It’s just harmless flirting… isn't it? Just harmless."

She let out a shaky breath and dropped the towel around her shoulders, taking a moment to pull herself together.


"I’m not doing anything wrong. It’s not like I’m cheating. No one knows, not really. 

And Vamsi… he’s so busy. He wouldn’t even know. 

No one has to know. 

I’ll stop when it gets too close, when I feel like I’m losing control."


The words felt hollow, like a fragile defense against the truth.

"But what if I can’t stop? What if it’s already too late?"

She swallowed hard.  

The weight of her thoughts pressing on her chest.

But there was a part of her that didn’t want to stop.

Not yet.

Not when she felt so alive.

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[shailu4ever]

But i genuinely feel you are a great writer...that is why i enjoy reading your updates....Room to improve in any area of work stays till the last day of our life but whatever you have written so far does not seem like you are New to this domain... Even this story has multiple plots and as because i am involved with the story i keep on giving suggestions or area where i feel can be more interesting...my request to you is keep going with the stories and complete them...So that the next writeup of yours can be more better...but you are really a good writer...thanks for all your efforts....

Hi Raj087

Thank you so much for your kind words and constant encouragement. 

I’m absolutely fine with your suggestions, and I truly respect and value them. Your feedback has always been so constructive and insightful, and I love hearing your thoughts because they help me grow as a writer.

You have been incredibly supportive, and I deeply appreciate the time and effort you put into sharing your views. I promise to keep your suggestions in mind as I continue writing, and I’ll strive to make each story better than the last. Thank you once again for believing in me and motivating me to keep going.


Once again thank you very much

Best regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi all,

Apologies for not posting any updates today, that was entirely my bad. 

I got a bit distracted, but I’ll share some updates later tonight.

A heartfelt thank you to those of you who helped me get back on track, I truly appreciate them from the bottom of my heart.


I’ll catch up tonight and tomorrow and do my best to cover as much as possible.

Thank you all for helping me write this story

Warm regards

-- Shailu