Misc. Erotica HAVELI (PAST AND PRESENT)

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**Day 5 - Kanika's Discovery**


The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the haveli, casting a fresh glow on its ancient walls. Kanika had decided to keep her distance from Rudra, hoping that a little space would help her understand her tangled emotions. Instead, she focused her attention on unraveling the mysteries of the haveli.

That day, she ventured into the south wing of the haveli, the place where the strange incidents had begun. Though her previous searches had been incomplete, today she was determined to thoroughly explore everything. Armed with a flashlight and notebook, Kanika cautiously made her way through the dim passage.

The air was thick with the smell of old wood and long-forgotten secrets. As she passed by old portraits, she felt as though their eyes were following her. She pressed on toward a hidden room she had previously discovered. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to find the interior shrouded in darkness.

Inside the room were old furniture, dusty shelves, and boxes filled with memories of the past. Her eyes landed on a large, ornate chest in the corner, and her curiosity spiked. Slowly, she lifted the lid.

Inside were old maps, yellowed letters, and various odd trinkets. But one item stood out—a leather-bound journal with a small lock on it. The journal seemed different from the other things, as if it held a significant secret.

Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the journal. The lock was old and delicate, easily breakable. Nearby was an old paperclip, which she used to pick the lock.

Opening the journal, she found sketches and notes written in beautiful, precise handwriting. The text described ancient symbols and rituals. As she read, she realized that the journal belonged to someone with deep knowledge of the occult—perhaps someone who had lived in the haveli generations ago.

One particular page caught her attention. It contained symbols and mentioned a curse. The curse was linked to a *mysterious force* that preyed on desires and manipulated emotions to bend people to its will. The notes explained how this *creature* took control of people's minds and hearts, drawing them toward forbidden desires, creating confusion and lust within them.

Kanika's heart raced. Everything began to make sense—the dreams, the strange pull she felt toward Rudra, and the bizarre happenings in the haveli were all connected to this curse. She had uncovered a deep secret, but the more she learned, the more she realized that this was beyond her understanding. Just then, a page fell out of the journal.

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**1930**

Singh Haveli was once a grand and beautiful place, filled with happiness and joy. It was the home of a wealthy family, known for their grand celebrations and hospitality. People from the village would gather there for festivals, feasts, and lavish parties. The haveli was a vibrant place, full of music, guests, and life.

Then one evening, a stranger arrived at the gates of the haveli. No one knew where he had come from or why he had visited the Singh family, but, as was their custom, they welcomed him inside. He was tall, with a strange gleam in his eyes, and he had an aura that captivated everyone around him. He wore a tattered old cloak, which made him stand out among the wealthy guests.

At first, the family took an interest in the stranger, fascinated by his mysterious personality. But soon, strange things began to happen in the haveli. Guests reported hearing strange noises at night, objects moved on their own, and dark shadows were seen lurking in the corners of rooms.

People began to suspect the stranger, especially when villagers started having disturbing dreams and wicked thoughts haunted them at night. They demanded that he be thrown out of the haveli.

One stormy night, the villagers dragged him out of the haveli and beat him in the village square. The stranger remained silent, but anger flared in his eyes. As he left, he cursed the family:

"You think you can escape by driving me out? My shadow will remain here forever. Your desires will be your downfall, and the air in this place will break your souls."

After he left, the atmosphere in the haveli changed completely. The family faced misfortunes, and the haveli became a haunted, cursed place. People believed the curse had taken root, and the haveli was now shrouded in darkness.

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Kanika closed the journal and gently placed it back. She knew she had to talk to her friends, Abhishek and Rudra, about what she had discovered. But the curse had already begun to twist their emotions, and she wasn’t sure how to handle it without making things worse.

When Kanika shared her findings with her friends, Abhishek dismissed everything. "These are just superstitions," he said. "There's no such thing as curses or ghosts."

Kanika was troubled, but Rudra felt differently. "I don't know, Abhi," he said. "Something strange is definitely going on. The dreams, the emotions… how can all of this feel so real?"

Kanika only told Abhi the part about seeing the haveli and a woman practicing black magic in her dreams; she left out the part about the man and woman having sex.

Abhishek laughed and said, "Dreams are just dreams. We’re all on edge, we’re staying in an old haveli, and our minds are playing tricks on us."

But Rudra’s eyes were fixed on Kanika. He didn’t say anything, but he was having the same intense dreams—dreams that felt as real as memories. The longer they stayed in the haveli, the more they felt its dark and eerie pull.



That night—Kanika was once again lost in her dreams.

Her dream took her deeper into a scene so vivid and raw that she could almost feel the heat radiating from the tangled bodies before her.

She was standing in a dimly lit room, where the smell of burning oil lamps and musk hung in the air. The walls were covered with rich tapestries, casting dark shadows on the floor. In the center of the room was a large bed dbangd in silk sheets, upon which two figures moved, entangled like some forbidden, sinful sculpture.
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The man was strong, his bronze skin glowing in the faint light. His body was muscular, each movement full of power as he moved over the delicate woman beneath him. Her long hair spilled across the pillows, her body flowing in sync with every motion. The woman was beautiful, so pale that she seemed to glow, her lips parting in soft sighs.

Kanika's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold. The man held the woman’s wrists tightly, pinning them above her head. His movements were slow but full of command, sending shivers through Kanika’s body. The woman’s breath came in short gasps, her body arching beneath him, her eyes fluttering shut as the room filled with her soft moans. Every sigh, every sound reverberated in Kanika’s ears, and the sight stirred a strange mix of excitement and unease within her.

The scene was raw and primal. The man’s grip on her wrists tightened, his pace quickening, his body moving over hers with an intensity that seemed overwhelming. Yet the woman met his passion with her own, her moans growing louder, her body trembling as if on the brink of something uncontrollable.

As the moment reached its peak, the room began to blur, and the moans of pleasure turned into a low, haunted scream. The atmosphere shifted suddenly, the passionate scene transforming into something darker, more sinister. The man and woman disappeared, replaced by a vision filled with violence and death.

The same man, now fully clothed, stood in the courtyard of the haveli. His hands were bound, his face twisted in anger as the Singh family surrounded him, their faces filled with betrayal and rage. The man was being dragged along the ground, his once strong body now bruised and bloodied from beatings. The figure of dominance was now at the mercy of the very family that had once welcomed him.

Kanika’s chest tightened as she watched the crowd hurl accusations and curses at him, their faces twisted with fury. He had crossed lines that could never be undone. Among the crowd was the same woman who had once been in his arms, now watching from a distance. Her face was pale, but there was something dark and vengeful in her eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks, but they weren’t tears of grief—there was something far more dangerous in them.

The family tied the man to a wooden post, tightly. The air was thick with tension, and the sky above had darkened, as if nature itself was joining in the sinister spectacle. The Singh family couldn’t tolerate the shame and betrayal, and so they stood there, watching as the man was beaten and humiliated.

But that woman—the once fragile figure—was now consumed by uncontrollable rage. She stepped forward, her face once serene, now twisted in fury. Her hands began to rise, but before she could act, a man pulled her back inside the haveli. She muttered something in a strange language under her breath as they led her away. As soon as she was gone, the man tied to the post was set on fire. His screams echoed through the courtyard, and in his agony, he uttered a final curse: 

“The joy of the Singh family will perish, and what is rightfully mine will be claimed.”

Kanika’s gaze fell on a stone where a date was engraved: 1923.

1923—the year burned into her mind as the vision slowly faded. The last face she saw was sharp, twisted with anger.

Kanika found herself standing once more in the empty room of the haveli, her heart racing, her body trembling. The curse was real, born from passion, betrayal, and dark magic. 1923 was not just a date—it was the beginning of a curse that had now entangled her in its dark history. And it was far from over.

Two dates—1923 and 1930.



Mean while 

Rudra was lying on his bed, feeling the weight of the haveli pressing down on him, making the air feel heavy and suffocating. Sleep eluded him once again, but this time, it wasn't because of the eerie atmosphere or the strange occurrences around him—it was because of Kanika.

Everything had started after that night.

Kanika's image had completely taken over his thoughts, pushing everything else into the background. The way she walked, the subtle sway of her hips, and how her clothes revealed her curves were driving him crazy. His mind wasn’t cooperating, dragging him deeper into emotions he knew were wrong, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every glance, every accidental touch between them replayed in his mind, torturing him and making him want more.
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Kanika's full, luscious lips, soft and inviting, made him wonder what it would be like to touch them, to feel them on his body. His thoughts slowly drifted over Kanika's entire body—her curves, the way her clothes clung to her, especially when her saree showed a glimpse of her waist and her perfectly rounded hips that seemed made to be held. Her breasts, even hidden, seemed to invite him. Rudra let out a deep sigh, rolling over on the bed, not even trying to push the thoughts away, but instead, they returned with even more intensity. He was now fully aroused, his hard length pressing against his pants.
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His other hand gripped the bedsheet tightly as Kanika's image consumed his mind—her body entwined with his, her lips on his neck, her warm breath on his skin. He could almost feel her heat, the softness of her curves melting under his touch. His desire was raw, intense, and he couldn’t stop himself from being overwhelmed by the fire of emotions burning inside him.

But she was his *bhabhi*—his brother's wife. The guilt was eating him up inside, even as his body betrayed him, filled with desire. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, shouldn't be imagining how it would feel if she were beneath him, screaming his name. His chest felt heavy with the weight of the emotions. He shouldn’t feel this way about her. It was wrong.

But the pull was becoming impossible to resist, like a primal force. He had never felt anything like this before—his body was reacting just from thinking about her. The arousal running through him was like a wildfire, but still, he tried to control himself. He couldn’t let this take over. He couldn’t let this desire consume him. He couldn’t let it out.

His breath was ragged and uneven as he tried to maintain control. His mind was at war with his body, and the tension was unbearable. Every part of him wanted her, longed for her touch, but he had made up his mind that he wouldn’t let these feelings take over. He wouldn’t cross that line.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm himself, to focus on something else, but even in the darkness, she was there, in his thoughts, in his veins, her presence haunting him.

He let out another frustrated sigh, this time louder, more desperate. This wasn’t just desire—this was something else, something deeper, something darker. It was like he was being pulled by a force beyond his own desires, a force he couldn’t control. This was madness, and he couldn’t escape it.

But despite the storm of emotions raging inside him, Rudra resolved to maintain control. He wouldn’t let this take over. He wouldn’t break.

On day 6, Kanika was sitting in front of Rudra at the breakfast table, her eyes holding a strange depth. She seemed lost in thought, her fingers nervously running along the edge of her glass. "I found something strange," she began, her voice soft, but with a seriousness that grabbed Rudra's attention. "1923... Something happened that year, Rudra. I think it's important, but I still can’t figure out what."

Rudra nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying, but his mind kept slipping—back to Kanika. She was wearing a simple yet tight-fitting outfit, her jeans perfectly hugging her curves, and her shirt clinging to her body in a way that made it hard for him to think straight. *Why does she look so sexy?* he thought to himself, silently cursing the attraction that was overtaking him. He tried to pay attention to her words, but his eyes kept betraying him, drawn to her lips, her chest, and the movement of her body. His eyes lingered on her tight top, the way her breasts stood out, his mind divided into two—one part telling him to control himself and the other wondering how her breasts would feel in his hands, urging him to touch them.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Kanika kept talking, unaware of the effect she was having on Rudra. "I think this is connected to the curse... but I need to investigate more. 1923... There's something about that year. I just haven’t figured it out yet."

Rudra nodded again, forcing himself to listen, but his emotions were caught in a confusing mix of lust and frustration. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, no matter how hard he tried. *Why does she wear such clothes?* he thought angrily, clenching his teeth. It was making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else—just the curve of her hips, the tightness of her shirt on her chest, were pulling his attention completely.

“I think I need to do more research, maybe explore another part of the haveli,” Kanika said, her voice fading into the background as Rudra’s mind drifted again.

Rudra cleared his throat, trying to bring himself back into the conversation. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he said quietly, not fully understanding her words. His body was tense, his mind completely occupied with Kanika. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out of there before he lost control.

“I need to go to the city today,” Rudra suddenly said, standing up from the table. His voice was louder than he intended, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to get away from her, away from the suffocating sexual tension. “I have some work to do. I’ll be back later.”

Kanika looked a bit surprised but nodded. “Alright. Just take care,” she said, her eyes lingering on him for a moment before she turned her attention back to her breakfast.

Rudra didn’t have any work in the city. The truth was, he just needed to get away from Kanika, to clear his head, to calm the storm of emotions driving him insane. And he knew exactly where to go. His mind immediately went to Aisha—his friend-with-benefits. She lived in the city, and it had been a while since they last met.

The thought of Aisha brought a sense of relief to him. Aisha was the perfect distraction—no commitments, just physical release. And right now, that was exactly what he needed. The thoughts of Kanika—her body, her curves, her lips—were driving him mad, and if he didn’t do something, he was going to lose his mind.

As he packed his bag, explicit images of Aisha filled his mind—Aisha on his bed, his hands on her body, her screaming his name. It was everything he needed to make these frustrating feelings go away. But even as he thought about Aisha, Kanika’s face lingered in the back of his mind, teasing him, pulling him in a way he didn’t want to understand.

With a heavy sigh, Rudra left the haveli, heading towards the city, his mind filled with thoughts of both women—one he was going to meet and the other he couldn’t get out of his mind.

 In city:
Rudra pulled Aisha into the dark room, the primal energy between them intensifying. The large farmhouse bedroom, luxurious and spacious, contrasted sharply with the storm inside him. As soon as he smacked Aisha's butt, a half-moan, half-yelp escaped her lips, and they stumbled further into the room. The grandeur of the place reflected his elder brother’s habit of always having more, always being better. Everything his brother had was greater, and the thought of Kanika—his brother’s wife—loomed heavy in Rudra’s mind, causing a surge in his arousal.

Rudra had always felt the need to prove himself, despite knowing deep down that he didn’t need to try so hard. Women had always been plenty for him, even more so than his elder brother Abhi. But still... Kanika. His brother had Kanika. And no matter how hard he tried, Rudra couldn’t shake her from his thoughts.

But for now, there was Aisha. They had met at a party a year ago—just another conquest in his long list of women. Now, she was offering herself to him, her nipples hard, breath shallow, and body reacting instantly to his touch. Her tight red lace thong and garter belt barely hid how wet she already was for him. Rudra’s fingers slid into her wetness, confirming what he already knew—Aisha was soaked and ready for him.

Without much effort, he had her moaning, gripping his shoulders as his fingers found their way inside her. But even as he looked at Aisha, the thought of his sister-in-law Kanika rang in his mind like a bell. This only fueled his movements, his hands becoming rougher, as though releasing some inner frustration. Pulling Aisha’s dress over her head, he shoved her back—straight onto the large bed.

Aisha gasped, her eyes wide as she spread out on the bed, but Rudra had no intention of stopping. Grabbing a tub of white cream, he smeared it onto her thighs and between her legs, a mix of anger and lust gripping him. "Now you're good enough to eat," he muttered, pulling her breasts from her bra and smearing them with the same cream.

As Rudra licked and sucked the cream from her nipples, Aisha moaned and begged him to take her. But his mind wasn’t truly on her. His thoughts had drifted again, lost in the memories of Kanika. As his mouth explored Aisha’s body, a sudden shift in the air made him pause for a moment.

The room was no longer the modern, lavish farmhouse it had been. Everything changed. The eerie, old atmosphere of the haveli overtook the space, and standing at the door was a young, breathtakingly beautiful girl. Her curly hair bounced slightly as she took a step back, but her large eyes remained fixed on Rudra. Her entire face had an otherworldly glow, and her body was so perfect that Aisha paled in comparison. The girl simply stood there, watching, unable to leave, even as everything unfolded in front of her.
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Rudra’s attention immediately shifted to the woman standing at the door, and in an instant, his desire for Aisha vanished. His eyes locked onto hers, analyzing every small movement—how she leaned forward, how her eyes filled with lust. Her hand, which was previously near her mouth, slowly dropped down, and she lightly bit her finger, but her gaze remained fixed on Rudra.

They were both mesmerized by each other.

Rudra slowly traced his tongue along Aisha’s thighs, but his eyes refused to leave the mysterious woman. The tension between them was palpable, as if her presence was fueling his desire even more. His cock twitched at the thought of having this stranger beneath him instead of Aisha, begging for his touch. Gripping Aisha’s ass harder, he pulled her closer, burying his face into her wetness, but his mind was fully absorbed by the woman standing in the doorway.

As Aisha began to cry out beneath him, Rudra's focus remained on the stranger, who was visibly trembling, her breathing heavy. Her body wasn’t cooperating with her—she was turned on by the scene unfolding before her. She knew she was close to orgasm just from watching.

The sensation grew more intense, and as Aisha collapsed onto the bed, Rudra ran his hand—covered in cake cream and Aisha’s juices—over his lips, still staring at the mysterious woman. He gave her a silent invitation, sliding his fingers into his mouth in a familiar, seductive manner.

But as he stood there, breath heavy and still full of lust, his mind suddenly veered back to Kanika—his brother’s wife, the woman who had occupied his thoughts for so long. The stranger’s face bore a resemblance to Kanika, intensifying his inner turmoil of lust, jealousy, and rage.

Suddenly, the room shifted again. The modern setting was completely gone, replaced by the eerie, old atmosphere of the haveli. The walls seemed to echo with history, amplifying the storm brewing inside Rudra. He felt trapped, caught between his unresolved emotions for his sister-in-law and the undeniable desire he had for the stranger, both pulling him in opposite directions.

The ancient, haunted feel of the haveli became a symbol of Rudra’s emotions. He felt disoriented, stuck between past and present, reality and fantasy. As the stranger kept her gaze fixed on him, her resemblance to Kanika only deepened the anger and lust swirling inside him. Was she a ghost of his unresolved desires? Or a reflection of his deepest insecurities?

The intensity of the moment shook Rudra to his core. The conflict between his primal urges and the truth of his feelings raged within him. The haveli, once a refuge, had now become a stage for the demons inside him—where lust, jealousy, and unfulfilled desires collided in a storm that he couldn’t escape