Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

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Incredible story...waiting for next

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Nice story
By chance did rohan have sex with Anjali?
Just curious to know
If yes, how soon

Thank you so much. Yes, they will. It will come after a few chapters. That will be the highlight of the story. 

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Hi All,
 
I am working on the updates now. I will be giving a long update soon. 
 
Please stay tuned for that. 
 
 

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First Visit - The Plan
 
That week moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each day heavy with thinking and planning.
 
Tuesday morning arrived with a soft, grey light filtering through the curtains, casting the room in a muted, secretive glow.
 
Rohan had been planning this for days.
 
He knew Neetu’s college schedule by heart; she would be buried in lectures until the late afternoon.
 
He knew Mamta would be alone, the house silent and still, until the evening shadows crept in. This was the perfect window, a sliver of time he had carved out with meticulous precision.
 
Over breakfast, he had told Anjali his plan. His voice was low, a conspiratorial murmur against the clatter of the morning.
 
"Today," he said, his eyes holding hers. "I'm going to her house."
 
Anjali’s smile was slow and knowing. "Finally."
 
"She's been ready. I can feel it in the way she moves, in the way she looks away when I catch her eye."
 
"Then go." Anjali leaned in, her voice dropping to a silken whisper. "Make her yours, the way you've wanted to."
 
He glanced around the room, his mother was a distant clatter in the kitchen, and his father had already left for work.
 
The house was theirs for a fleeting moment. He leaned forward and captured Anjali’s lips in a kiss that was laced with a raw, unspoken desire, a hunger that was barely restrained.
 
"I want to make you mine, too," he breathed against her mouth.
 
"I told you," she whispered back, her eyes fluttering open, a flicker of longing and defiance in their depths. "Everything except that, right? Everything else is yours."
 
He looked deep into her eyes. They both knew what he truly craved.

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He also knew she wanted it, too, he could see the need pooling in her gaze, a mirror of his own. But it was a boundary she clung to, the invisible line drawn by their blood. For now.
 
One day…
 
He knew it with a certainty that burned in his chest. One day, he would dive deep into her, unraveling every last layer of her resistance. He would make Anjali his. Completely.
 
But for now, his focus was elsewhere. Mamta.
 
A lingering smile etched itself on his lips as he kissed Anjali one last time, a promise sealed with a final taste, and then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
 
Now he stood outside Mamta’s house, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs.
 
The street was cloaked in a hushed quiet. The only sound was the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. He was unseen. He knocked.
 
Footsteps, soft and hesitant, approached. The door opened slowly, as if inviting him into a dream.
 
And then, Mamta stood there, and Rohan forgot how to think, let alone breathe.
 
She had just finished her shower.
 
Her hair, a cascade of ink-black waves, was still slightly damp, curling at the ends in soft, wet spirals that clung to her neck and framed her face.
 
Her skin had a fresh, dewy luminescence, still radiating the lingering warmth of the water, making it look impossibly soft.
 
She was dbangd in a simple, dark blue saree with a thin, vibrant yellow border, wrapped casually around her body in a way that was both artless and devastatingly sensual.
 
The pallu was loose, a silken curtain that barely grazed the swell of her magnificent breasts, leaving the deep, inviting valley of her cleavage dangerously exposed.
 
Her blouse, fitted and simple, struggled to contain her full curves, the fabric straining and whispering with every subtle movement.
 
She smelled of jasmine and something else, something inherently intimate, a clean, warm scent that was purely her. Her skin.

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"Rohan…" Mamta’s eyes widened, a startled gasp catching in her throat. "What are you doing here?"
 
"I had to see you." He stepped closer, his gaze devouring her, drinking in every dewy inch of her. "I couldn't wait anymore."
 
"Neetu…"
 
"Is at college. She won't be back till evening." His voice was a low, deliberate rumble.
 
Mamta’s breath caught in a sharp, betraying hitch. "You planned this?"
 
"I planned everything." He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "I've been planning this for a long time."
 
"You're impossible."
 
"I know." He closed the distance between them until he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. "But you love it."
 
She stepped back, a silent invitation, letting him cross the threshold.
 
As he passed her, he caught the full, intoxicating bouquet of her scent, jasmine soap, the heat of her freshly showered skin, a faint, sweet hint of coconut oil in her hair.
 
His body responded in an instant, a surge of primal hunger coursing through him.
 
She closed the door behind him, sealing them in a world of their own.
 
"I was just cooking," she said, her voice a little breathless as she turned toward the kitchen. "You caught me in the middle of, "
 
"I don't mind." He followed her, his eyes fixed on the sway of her hips beneath the saree. "I like watching you."
 
She glanced back at him, a nervous, fluttering smile on her lips. "Watching me cook?"
 
"Watching you do anything." His voice dropped, becoming a husky murmur. "You're beautiful when you're just... being yourself."
 
A deep, rosy blush flooded her cheeks, and she turned back to the stove to hide it.
 
The kitchen was cozy and warm, filled with the fragrant symphony of spices and sizzling onions.
 
A pot of dal simmered gently, and a stack of fresh rotis, covered with a cloth, released a comforting, earthy steam.

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Super update. He should fuck her in every room of the house.

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"Did you eat breakfast?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady and casual.
 
"I ate." He leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, his eyes never leaving her. "But I’d eat again. Just to taste your cooking."
 
"You're such a flirt."
 
"I'm honest. There's a world of difference." He watched her hands, those soft, white fingers, as she stirred the dal with a graceful, practiced elegance.
 
She smiled, a soft curve of her lips, and stirred the pot. The steam rose, carrying the scents of turmeric and ginger that mingled with her own intoxicating perfume.
 
He watched the way she adjusted the pallu when it slipped from her shoulder, the way she bit her plush lower lip when she was concentrating. Every small motion was a seduction.
 
"I love watching you," he said, his voice a low, rough whisper.
 
"You said that already."
 
"I'll say it a thousand times." He moved closer, his voice a caress against her ear. "I love watching your hands. The way you move. The way you bite your lip when you're thinking."
 
"You're going to make me burn the dal."
 
"Then let it burn." His voice was a low, dangerous growl. "I don't care about the dal. I care about you."
 
She laughed, that beautiful, carefree sound that made his chest tighten. "You're impossible."
 
"You keep saying that."
 
"Because it's true."
 
He closed the distance between them completely, his chest pressing against her back, his body molding to her curves. He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her saree.
 
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
 
"Watching you. Like I promised." He let his lips graze the shell of her ear. "Feeling you. Being close to you."
 
"Like this?" she breathed. "You're not just watching. You're... you're consuming me. And you're distracting me."
 
"Good. I want to distract you." His hands found her waist, resting there with a possessive weight. "I want to be the only thing on your mind. The only thing you can feel."

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Mamta tensed for a moment, a shiver running through her, and then she relaxed against him, her body melting into his. He felt her surrender in the subtle loosening of her spine.
 
"You're so warm," he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "I can feel the heat emanating from your skin. It's driving me mad."
 
"Rohan…"
 
"The way you smell." He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding against her back. "Jasmine and clean, warm skin. It's a scent I could drown in."
 
"You're going to make me…"
 
"Make you what?" His voice was a husky taunt.
 
"Make me forget what I was doing."
 
"Then forget it." His hands tightened on her waist. "Forget everything. Except me. Except this."
 
His hands began a slow, deliberate exploration, tracing the generous curve of her waist, pressing into the soft flesh of her hips.
 
The cotton of her saree was impossibly soft beneath his fingers, but it was the heat of her body beneath that made him ache.
 
"I love the way this feels," he said, his lips against her neck. "Your saree. So soft. But it's nothing compared to your skin."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was a breathless plea.
 
"Your skin." He traced a finger along the edge of her blouse. "I can feel its warmth right through the fabric. You're so warm, Mamta. So alive. I can feel your pulse fluttering in your neck."
 
His lips found her neck, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive curve where it met her shoulder. She gasped, her body arching back into his.
 
"I've been thinking about this," he murmured, his words vibrating against her skin. "About touching you. About feeling your body under my hands. About tasting every inch of you."
 
"Rohan…"
 
"Don't stop me." His hands slid up, coming to rest just below the swell of her breasts. "Please. I need this. I need to feel you."
 
He kissed her neck again, his tongue tracing a slow, wet path along her skin. He tasted her, warmth and jasmine and a hint of salt. She was exquisite.

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"You taste so good," Rohan breathed, his lips moving to the sensitive spot behind her ear. "So clean. So sweet. I could do this forever."
 
His hands moved up, tracing the firm edge of her blouse, feeling the heat of her breasts through the fabric. His fingers grazed the underside, and she shivered violently.
 
"Your blouse," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel the heat of your skin right through it. I can feel your heart beating."
 
"Rohan…"
 
"Don't be scared." His lips were gentle against her skin. "I'm just feeling you. Just worshipping you."
 
His fingers found the edge of her pallu, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed it aside. Her shoulder was bare, smooth and golden in the dim kitchen light.
 
The deep cleavage spilling from her blouse made him instantly hard, a surge of raw, aching need that was almost painful.
 
"So beautiful," he breathed, his voice reverent. "Your skin is so soft. I want to kiss every single inch of it. I want to taste all of you."
 
His lips found her bare shoulder, trailing a path of hot, wet kisses across her skin, moving toward her collarbone.
 
She was trembling beneath his touch, a fine vibration that hummed through her entire body.
 
"You're trembling," he murmured against her skin. "Why are you trembling?"
 
"Because you make me feel so good," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "So incredibly good."
 
"Good." He turned her slowly to face him, his hands firm on her hips. "That's exactly what I want. I want you to feel everything. Every sensation. Every touch."
 
Her eyes were dark, twin pools of liquid desire. Her lips were parted, and her breath came in short, ragged gasps.
 
"I want you," he whispered, his eyes burning into hers. "I want all of you."
 
"I want you too," she confessed, her voice barely a breath.
 
"Then let me have you." His voice dropped to a low, possessive growl. "Let me touch you."
 
He pulled her close, closing the final sliver of space between them until their bodies were flush against each other.

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Rohan’s lips crashed into hers, taking her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that was all consuming. It was a kiss of raw, primal need, and she responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
 
"You taste so good," he murmured against her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to taste her sweetness. "I can't get enough of you."
 
"Rohan…" She could barely form the word, her mind dissolving into a haze of sensation.
 
"Don't talk," he commanded softly, his lips moving down her jaw. "Just feel."
 
His hands moved to her shoulders, and with a single, fluid motion, he pushed the pallu aside completely.
 
The silken fabric fell away, pooling around her waist, revealing her smooth shoulder, her elegant collarbone, the heaving swells of her full, magnificent breasts hidden beneath her blouse.
 
Her skin was dewy and warm, and the sight of her nearly undid him.
 
"Beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with awe. "So incredibly beautiful."
 
He kissed her neck, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path down to her collarbone, where he paused to taste the hollow at its base. She moaned, a soft, keening sound that was pure surrender.
 
"I want to see all of you," he said, his hands finding the edge of her blouse. "I want to touch all of you."
 
"Mmm…" It was all the consent he needed.
 
His fingers found the hook of her blouse and, with a deliberate slowness that felt like torture, he undid it.
 
The fabric fell away, parting like a curtain to reveal her true beauty. She wore no bra, she didn’t need to, her breasts were naturally firm and impossibly full.
 
His breath caught in his throat. "God," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "You're incredible."
 
"Rohan…"
 
"Shh." He placed a finger against her lips. "Just let me look at you. Let me memorize you."
 
His eyes devoured her, drinking in every perfect curve, every soft, womanly place. Her breasts were high and full, tipped with dark, tight nipples that ached for his attention.

[Akash7281]

Super update, waiting for rohan and Mamta romance which makes me chill and thrill.

[Akash7281]

Super updates and i Am eagerly waiting for rohan Mamta and this time we need more than romance you know what I mean.

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Common guys keep support writer with your likes and comments and which makes cherish,support to writer and this story deserves more appreciation.

[rajesh93]

Super updates. Very exciting.

[rajesh93]

Common guys keep support writer with your likes and comments and which makes cherish,support to writer and this story deserves more appreciation.

I totally agree with you. But unfortunately, this is the problem here. I know one of the best writers, Shailu. She stopped writing because of no encouragement.

[prasannas2001]

Super update. He should fuck her in every room of the house.

Thank you so much.

[prasannas2001]

Super update, waiting for rohan and Mamta romance which makes me chill and thrill.

Thank you so much.