10-09-2025, 03:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-09-2025, 08:18 AM by ashuezy2. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
This is a drama series between Rahul and Anjali who recently got married.
Rahul has a very high libido and Anjali can't make him happy. So both parents get involved where Anjali's mom decides to have sex with Rahul.
Story Build up - Scene 1 to Scene 5
Erotica starts from - Scene 6
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Scene 1: The Honeymoon Ultimatum
Setting: Hotel Room 401. A luxurious but standard honeymoon suite. A king-sized bed is neatly made, sprinkled with red rose petals. A bottle of champagne sweats in an ice bucket on a small table. Anjali, stunning in a red silk sari, sits on the edge of the bed. Rahul stands before her, already having changed into a comfortable shirt and trousers.
Rahul: Anjali, listen. We need to talk.
Anjali: Yes, Rahul? Is everything okay?
Rahul: (He takes a breath and drops the bombshell)
I need with more women. I have a big libido, I need a new woman daily.
Anjali: (Her smile vanishes. Her face turns pale with shock. She thinks she must have heard him wrong)
What? What... what kind of joke is this, Rahul? It's our wedding night.
Rahul: (He shakes his head, his expression unchanging. He gestures towards his crotch with a slight, almost imperceptible nod)
This isn't a joke. I'm serious. I have a 9-inch penis and my hunger is immense. You alone won't be enough. It's not your fault, it's just the truth.
Anjali stares at him, her eyes welling up with tears. She wraps her arms around herself, a futile attempt to shield herself from his words. The room, which felt so full of promise moments ago, now feels like a cold, sterile cage.
Anjali: (Her voice is a broken whisper)
Then... then why did you marry me?
Rahul: (He sits down next to her, but doesn't touch her. He keeps a deliberate distance)
Because I wanted a wife, Anjali. A life partner. But my physical needs are different. I just want you to accept this. Let it go. We can still be together, build a good life.
Anjali: (A single tear rolls down her cheek. She feels a wave of inadequacy wash over her. She looks at her husband, a man who is now a complete stranger)
Just accept it? That my husband will sleep with someone else every day?
Rahul: (He finally looks at her with a flicker of something... maybe not sympathy, but understanding)
Yes. And maybe... maybe you'll want to explore too. Once you see this as freedom, everything will become easier.
He stands up and walks towards the window, looking out at the city lights, leaving a shattered Anjali on the bed behind him. The unspoken message is clear: the discussion is over, and she is expected to comply.
Anjali, with trembling fingers, unlocks her phone. Her thumb hovers over her mother's contact for a second before she presses it. She pulls the phone to her ear, tears already streaming down her face.
Anjali: (sobbing into the phone as soon as her mother picks up) "Mummy..."
Mrs. Sharma (Poonam): (Her voice is warm and cheerful on the other end, expecting a happy call) Anjali, dear! So late? Is everything okay? We were just talking about you.
Anjali: (Her voice cracks) Mummy... he... Rahul...
Seeing Anjali on the phone, a hard look crosses Rahul's face. He pulls out his own phone and calmly dials his father. He's not going to be caught off guard. He needs to control the narrative.
Rahul: (His voice is low and steady, a stark contrast to Anjali's sobbing) "Dad. It's me."
Mr. Ahuja (Vikram): (His voice is gruff, business-like) "Rahul? Is everything alright? Why are you calling at this hour?"
The scene now splits, with two frantic conversations happening at once in the same charged space.
Anjali's Call
Mrs. Sharma: "Rahul? What did Rahul do? Dear, what happened to your voice? Why are you crying?"
Anjali: (incoherent with sobs) "He said... he... he needs other women... daily... I'm... I'm not enough..."
Mr. Sharma (Sunil): (His voice, now on speakerphone, is booming and angry) "What nonsense! Give the phone to that boy right now! How dare he!"
Anjali: "Papa... please come here... please..."
Mr. Sharma: "We are coming right now. Don't worry. Stay in your room and lock the door."
===
Rahul's Call
Rahul: "There's a situation here. A small problem has occurred."
Mr. Ahuja: "Problem? What problem? Did you two have a fight already?"
Rahul: "It's about my... needs. You know how I am. Anjali is a bit traditional. She's not taking it well. She's crying and calling her parents. It's becoming a scene."
Mrs. Ahuja (Reena): (Her sharp voice cuts in from the background of Rahul's call) "Tell him to handle it! What will the Sharmas think? It's the first night!"
Mr. Ahuja: "Okay, listen. We're coming over. Don't say anything more. We'll handle the Sharmas. Just... manage your wife until we get there.
===
Both calls end almost simultaneously. Anjali drops her phone onto her lap, looking utterly drained. Rahul slips his phone back into his pocket, his jaw tight. He turns from the window to face her, his expression cold and unreadable.
Rahul: "They're coming. My parents."
Anjali: (looking up, her eyes red and swollen) "Mine too."
The silence in the room is deafening. The honeymoon is officially over. The family war is about to begin.
Rahul has a very high libido and Anjali can't make him happy. So both parents get involved where Anjali's mom decides to have sex with Rahul.
Story Build up - Scene 1 to Scene 5
Erotica starts from - Scene 6
==============================================
Scene 1: The Honeymoon Ultimatum
Setting: Hotel Room 401. A luxurious but standard honeymoon suite. A king-sized bed is neatly made, sprinkled with red rose petals. A bottle of champagne sweats in an ice bucket on a small table. Anjali, stunning in a red silk sari, sits on the edge of the bed. Rahul stands before her, already having changed into a comfortable shirt and trousers.
Rahul: Anjali, listen. We need to talk.
Anjali: Yes, Rahul? Is everything okay?
Rahul: (He takes a breath and drops the bombshell)
I need with more women. I have a big libido, I need a new woman daily.
Anjali: (Her smile vanishes. Her face turns pale with shock. She thinks she must have heard him wrong)
What? What... what kind of joke is this, Rahul? It's our wedding night.
Rahul: (He shakes his head, his expression unchanging. He gestures towards his crotch with a slight, almost imperceptible nod)
This isn't a joke. I'm serious. I have a 9-inch penis and my hunger is immense. You alone won't be enough. It's not your fault, it's just the truth.
Anjali stares at him, her eyes welling up with tears. She wraps her arms around herself, a futile attempt to shield herself from his words. The room, which felt so full of promise moments ago, now feels like a cold, sterile cage.
Anjali: (Her voice is a broken whisper)
Then... then why did you marry me?
Rahul: (He sits down next to her, but doesn't touch her. He keeps a deliberate distance)
Because I wanted a wife, Anjali. A life partner. But my physical needs are different. I just want you to accept this. Let it go. We can still be together, build a good life.
Anjali: (A single tear rolls down her cheek. She feels a wave of inadequacy wash over her. She looks at her husband, a man who is now a complete stranger)
Just accept it? That my husband will sleep with someone else every day?
Rahul: (He finally looks at her with a flicker of something... maybe not sympathy, but understanding)
Yes. And maybe... maybe you'll want to explore too. Once you see this as freedom, everything will become easier.
He stands up and walks towards the window, looking out at the city lights, leaving a shattered Anjali on the bed behind him. The unspoken message is clear: the discussion is over, and she is expected to comply.
Anjali, with trembling fingers, unlocks her phone. Her thumb hovers over her mother's contact for a second before she presses it. She pulls the phone to her ear, tears already streaming down her face.
Anjali: (sobbing into the phone as soon as her mother picks up) "Mummy..."
Mrs. Sharma (Poonam): (Her voice is warm and cheerful on the other end, expecting a happy call) Anjali, dear! So late? Is everything okay? We were just talking about you.
Anjali: (Her voice cracks) Mummy... he... Rahul...
Seeing Anjali on the phone, a hard look crosses Rahul's face. He pulls out his own phone and calmly dials his father. He's not going to be caught off guard. He needs to control the narrative.
Rahul: (His voice is low and steady, a stark contrast to Anjali's sobbing) "Dad. It's me."
Mr. Ahuja (Vikram): (His voice is gruff, business-like) "Rahul? Is everything alright? Why are you calling at this hour?"
The scene now splits, with two frantic conversations happening at once in the same charged space.
Anjali's Call
Mrs. Sharma: "Rahul? What did Rahul do? Dear, what happened to your voice? Why are you crying?"
Anjali: (incoherent with sobs) "He said... he... he needs other women... daily... I'm... I'm not enough..."
Mr. Sharma (Sunil): (His voice, now on speakerphone, is booming and angry) "What nonsense! Give the phone to that boy right now! How dare he!"
Anjali: "Papa... please come here... please..."
Mr. Sharma: "We are coming right now. Don't worry. Stay in your room and lock the door."
===
Rahul's Call
Rahul: "There's a situation here. A small problem has occurred."
Mr. Ahuja: "Problem? What problem? Did you two have a fight already?"
Rahul: "It's about my... needs. You know how I am. Anjali is a bit traditional. She's not taking it well. She's crying and calling her parents. It's becoming a scene."
Mrs. Ahuja (Reena): (Her sharp voice cuts in from the background of Rahul's call) "Tell him to handle it! What will the Sharmas think? It's the first night!"
Mr. Ahuja: "Okay, listen. We're coming over. Don't say anything more. We'll handle the Sharmas. Just... manage your wife until we get there.
===
Both calls end almost simultaneously. Anjali drops her phone onto her lap, looking utterly drained. Rahul slips his phone back into his pocket, his jaw tight. He turns from the window to face her, his expression cold and unreadable.
Rahul: "They're coming. My parents."
Anjali: (looking up, her eyes red and swollen) "Mine too."
The silence in the room is deafening. The honeymoon is officially over. The family war is about to begin.
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