20-06-2025, 11:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 28-06-2025, 05:04 PM by Mehtab_. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
Hello, friend, this is my first story on this forum. My name is Karan, I want to narrate to you a hot story that happened few years ago, a moment so vivid it feels as though it happened only yesterday. It’s the story of how I discovered my mother, entangled in a scandalous affair with a very strong man. We were a blissful family, living in a charming two-story house nestled in a lively neighborhood of Mumbai, where the scent of street food and the hum of rickshaws filled the air.
My father, Anil, was a diligent employee at an export company, often working late into the night to provide us with a comfortable life. My mother, was the heart and soul of our home, a woman who radiated warmth, always preparing my favorite dishes like creamy butter chicken, packing my college lunch with meticulous care, and helping me with my math homework under the soft glow of our dining room lamp.
My father, Anil, was a diligent employee at an export company, often working late into the night to provide us with a comfortable life. My mother, was the heart and soul of our home, a woman who radiated warmth, always preparing my favorite dishes like creamy butter chicken, packing my college lunch with meticulous care, and helping me with my math homework under the soft glow of our dining room lamp.
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