Romance Tailored short stories ( 2 stories Completed 1 on going)

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Most female characters here are housewives or mothers. For a fresh female character, she should be a professional woman like IPS/IAS officer or journalist or CEO. She should be very arrogant and haughty who is tamed by the male character.

[Naruto411]

Most female characters here are housewives or mothers. For a fresh female character, she should be a professional woman like IPS/IAS officer or journalist or CEO. She should be very arrogant and haughty who is tamed by the male character.

Okay, thank you for the valuable idea.

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First short story given in PM will be done with four posts so I can add photos plans gifs later

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About rivalry turn into love


Assignment of the Heart


Delhi University Campus

Kalyani stepped out of the rickshaw, her heart racing as she took in the vibrant chaos of Delhi. The city pulsed with energy, a stark contrast to her serene life in Chennai. She adjusted her scarf, mentally preparing herself for her first day at university.

Arrival in Delhi
As she navigated through the bustling streets, her mind raced with thoughts of excitement and nervousness. “Okay, Kalyani, you got this,” she muttered to herself. “Just find your classroom, meet some people, and stay focused.”

When she finally entered the lecture hall, a wave of noise and laughter washed over her. She scanned the room, and her gaze landed on a tall, athletic figure surrounded by a group of admirers. Vikrant. His fair skin and charming smile exuded confidence, but it was the lazy smirk that graced his lips that irked her the most.

First day



The lecture began, the debate is about feminism and women equality & rights and no one opposed to any point that put forward for debate and currently their point of debate is false accusations of bang

Kalyani's focus was shattered the moment Vikrant raised his hand to speak. “I think we should rethink the whole approach to this topic. It’s too safe,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Kalyani felt her blood boil. “What’s wrong with being safe? Not everything has to be a spectacle, Vikrant,” she retorted, unable to hold back her frustration.

His smirk widened. “Oh, I’m sorry, Kalyani. Did I hurt your feelings?”

The back-and-forth escalated, culminating in a heated debate that left the entire class on edge. “You know what? I don’t have to sit here and listen to this,” Kalyani snapped, standing up. “I’m done.” She stormed out of the room, feeling both furious and embarrassed, as Vikrant’s laughter echoed behind her.

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As the semester progressed, their rivalry became legendary. In every class, they challenged each other in discussions, each trying to outsmart the other. During one debate, Kalyani fired back, “If you think your approach is so much better, why don’t you share your grand ideas instead of just criticizing mine?”

Vikrant leaned back in his chair, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Because I like watching you squirm, Kalyani. It’s more fun that way.”

Kalyani shot him a glare, but deep down, she couldn’t deny the thrill of their exchanges.

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Weeks later, their professor gathered the class for an important announcement. “We’ll be forming groups for a project, and I want you all to collaborate with someone you haven’t worked with before.”

Kalyani’s heart sank as she heard the professor call out the pairs. “Kalyani and Vikrant.”

“No! Not him!” she whispered to her friend, Maya, who sat beside her.

“Looks like you’re stuck with the enemy,” Maya chuckled, clearly amused by the situation.

“Ugh, this is going to be a disaster,” Kalyani groaned, crossing her arms in frustration.

Next day

Their first group meeting was set for that weekend at Vikrant’s dorm. Kalyani arrived, already mentally preparing for another round of verbal sparring. “So, what’s your brilliant idea, Vikrant?” she asked sarcastically as he opened the door.

“Actually, I was thinking we should take a more creative approach,” he replied, a confident grin on his face.

“Creative? You mean reckless!” Kalyani shot back. “We need a solid foundation, not some flashy gimmick.”

“Maybe you just don’t understand the concept of thinking outside the box,” he countered, leaning back casually on his bed.

“Or maybe you’re just too arrogant to see that sometimes traditional methods work!” she snapped, her frustration boiling over.

Vikrant raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you really feel? Or are you just afraid to step out of your comfort zone?”

Kalyani felt a mix of anger and confusion. “You know what? Let’s just focus on the project, okay? I’m not here to entertain your ego.”

As they continued to argue, something shifted. Despite their tension, they began to uncover each other’s strengths. Kalyani realized Vikrant’s ideas, although unconventional, were often insightful. And Vikrant saw Kalyani’s meticulous planning as crucial to their project.

As they reluctantly began working together, Kalyani couldn’t shake the feeling that this rivalry was turning into something more complicated, something she wasn’t quite ready to admit yet.

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Assignment of the Heart

Building Connections





October As the leaves began to change colors and the air turned crisp, Kalyani and Vikrant found themselves spending more time together. What started as a rivalry was slowly evolving into something more meaningful, and it all began in the campus library.

**Library Incident**:  
One late evening, the library was nearly empty, the only sounds being the soft rustle of pages and the occasional cough. Kalyani sat at a large table, focused on her textbook, her brow furrowed in concentration. The weight of the world seemed to rest on her petite shoulders, and Vikrant couldn’t help but admire her determination.



As he leaned over to grab a book from the shelf above her, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of her delicate collarbone. The sight took him by surprise, and he felt an unexpected warmth spread through him. “Wow, you really get into it, don’t you?” he remarked, trying to mask his newfound admiration with humor.

Kalyani looked up, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I have to if I want to pass this course,” she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her heart. “Not everyone has the luxury of coasting by on charm.”

Vikrant chuckled, but inside, he was struck by how captivating she was in this moment. “Well, it seems to be working for you,” he said, offering her a genuine smile before returning to his work.
The way she furrowed her brow in concentration, biting her lip, made him realize how captivating she truly was. He felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through him, a mix of admiration and attraction.
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Later that week, Kalyani decided to grab coffee between classes. She stood in line, distracted by her phone when she finally received her order. As she turned to leave, she accidentally bumped into Vikrant, who was just arriving.

“Oops!” she exclaimed, trying to juggle her cup and phone. In the chaos, the cup tipped, spilling coffee all over Vikrant's crisp white shirt.

“Seriously?” he exclaimed, looking down at the dark stain spreading across his chest.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” Kalyani said, flustered. “Let me help!” She reached out with a napkin, her fingers brushing against his chest. The accidental touch sent a shiver down both their spines.

“It’s fine, really. It’s just coffee,” Vikrant replied, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably as his heart raced. “I guess this is what I get for standing too close to you.”

“Just my luck,” Kalyani said with a laugh, relieved by the humor in the situation. “Next time, I’ll make sure to keep my distance.”

Their eyes locked for a moment, and an unspoken understanding passed between them, solidifying the connection that had been growing beneath their rivalry.

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A few days later, they were back at Vikrant’s dorm for another study session. Kalyani sat at his cluttered desk, flipping through notes while Vikrant lounged on his bed, half-heartedly attempting to focus on his textbook.
Kalyani leaned over the table, pointing at a complex diagram. Her hair fell forward, framing her face, and he caught a whiff of her floral shampoo. The sight of her body bent over the books, coupled with her passionate explanations, left Vikrant entranced. He found himself mesmerized not just by her

“Okay, so if you look at this diagram, you can see how it connects to the broader concept,” Kalyani explained, her voice full of passion. She leaned closer to point at the page, her hair falling forward.

Vikrant was captivated—not just by her words but by the fire in her eyes and the way she was so animated. “You really know your stuff,” he said, unable to hide his admiration.

“Thanks, but I’m just trying to keep up with you,” she replied, meeting his gaze. “I’ve seen how you think on your feet. It’s impressive.”

“Maybe we should switch roles,” he teased, leaning back with a grin. “You can dazzle me with your brilliance while I sit here and look pretty.”

Kalyani laughed, but in that moment, she realized how much she appreciated this side of Vikrant—the one who wasn’t just a rival but a partner in their academic journey.


As the night wore on, they shifted from studying to deeper topics. Kalyani felt a need to share something that had been weighing on her heart. “You know, sometimes I feel like I’m not living up to my family’s expectations,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “They want me to excel, but what if I’m not cut out for it?”

Vikrant’s expression softened as he listened intently. “Kalyani, you’re one of the smartest people I know. You work harder than anyone else. Don’t let anyone’s expectations define you,” he replied, his tone earnest.

“It’s just hard. I don’t want to disappoint them,” she confessed, looking down at her hands.

“I get it. Trust me, my family has their own set of expectations too,” Vikrant shared. “But at the end of the day, you have to follow your own path, not someone else’s.”

Her heart swelled at his understanding. “Thank you, Vikrant. It means a lot to hear that.”

---

A few days later, Kalyani noticed that Vikrant seemed distant during their study session. He was fidgeting with his pencil, hardly making eye contact. Concerned, she closed her book and asked, “Hey, is everything okay? You seem…off.”

Vikrant sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind. It’s nothing, really.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” Kalyani pressed gently. “Want to talk about it?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, but let’s get out of here first.”

They walked around campus, the chilly October breeze making Kalyani shiver slightly. “So, what’s bothering you?” she prompted.

“My parents want me to choose a specific career path, and it’s just… it feels suffocating,” Vikrant admitted, glancing at the ground. “I want to do something I’m passionate about, but I don’t know how to tell them.”

Kalyani’s heart ached for him. “You have to be true to yourself, Vikrant. They might not understand at first, but if you explain it to them, they’ll come around. You deserve to pursue what makes you happy.”

“Thanks for this,” he said softly, looking at her with gratitude. “You really get it.”

In that moment, Kalyani felt a deeper bond forming between them—a connection that went beyond rivalry. It was a friendship rooted in understanding, compassion, and an unspoken promise of support.

As they walked side by side, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow around them. Both Kalyani and Vikrant realized that they were slowly building something beautiful together—one that had the potential to transform their lives in unexpected ways.

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Assignment of the Heart

The Shift



As November arrived, the air filled with anticipation for the upcoming semester finals, and with it, an undeniable shift began to take place between Kalyani and Vikrant. Their rivalry had morphed into something more complex, layered with attraction and budding emotions.

Attraction 

It was a Wednesday morning, and Kalyani had decided to join at the campus gym to relieve some stress . Vikrant, curious about it , tagged along. As they warmed up, Vikrant couldn’t help but notice Kalyani’s toned figure as she moved through the exercises.

Kalyani wore a fitted tank top and yoga pants that hugged her curves perfectly. As they partnered up for a stretching exercise, Vikrant couldn’t help but notice the way her muscles toned under her skin. When she bent down to tie her shoelaces, her frame accentuated her shapely legs and her ass leaving him momentarily breathless. He felt an urge to reach out, a desire to admire her strength and femininity.


“Wow, Kalyani, you’re really fit!” he said, a teasing smile on his face as he watched her during a particularly challenging yoga pose.

“Thanks! It helps me keep my mind clear for studying,” she replied, slightly out of breath but still managing to maintain her balance.

Vikrant nodded, his admiration growing. “I need to step up my game then. You’re making me look bad and I am a pahadi on top of it !”

Kalyani smirked, her competitive spirit shining through. “Just try to keep up, Vikrant!”

As they worked through the class, Vikrant found himself stealing glances at her, realizing how much he enjoyed being around her—not just for her intelligence but also for her confidence and determination.

Pool Day
Later that month, girls  pool party to celebrate the end of the semester. Kalyani decided to go, eager to unwind with friends and naturally Vikrant became their chaffure.

They all arrived at the venu and soon everyone went to changing rooms . Vikrant arrived a bit later, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Kalyani. He stood by the pool’s edge, captivated as he watched her interact with her friends, her confidence shining bright. She wore a vibrant white swimsuit that accentuated her figure, and as she splashed around in the pool, her laughter echoed through the air.


Kalyani, wearing a white stylish bikini, emerged from the water, droplets cascading down her sun-kissed skin. Vikrant’s heart raced as he caught sight of her confident strides. The way she laughed and splashed around, completely at ease in her own body, made him realize just how attractive she truly was. He found it hard to tear his eyes away, admiring her natural beauty.




“Hey, Vikrant! Come join us!” Kalyani called, her voice ringing out above the music.

With a grin, he jumped into the water, swimming toward her. “I didn’t know you were such a natural in the water!”

Kalyani laughed, splashing him playfully. “I could say the same about you. You’re not half bad!”

As they played in the water, Vikrant felt a surge of attraction—this wasn’t just a classmate anymore; Kalyani was someone who brought joy and energy wherever she went.

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After the party, Kalyani and Vikrant found themselves sitting on the steps of the student union, the night air cool and refreshing. The laughter from the party had faded, leaving a comfortable silence between them.

“Do you ever feel like we’re just…expected to be something we’re not?” Kalyani asked, her voice soft as she stared up at the stars.

Vikrant turned to her, intrigued. “All the time. It’s like we’re all playing roles, trying to fit into boxes others made for us.”

Kalyani nodded, her expression serious. “Sometimes, I wish I could just break free from it all, you know? But I don’t know how.”

Vikrant leaned back on his hands, contemplating her words. “Maybe it’s about finding the courage to be yourself, even if it means disappointing others.”

Kalyani smiled, touched by his understanding. “You always seem to know what to say. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about this.”

“Same here,” he replied, warmth spreading through him at their growing connection. “You’re more than just a rival to me, Kalyani.”

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A few days later, on Kalyani’s birthday, Vikrant felt compelled to do something special for her. He had remembered how much she loved reading, so he carefully selected a beautiful leather-bound journal, along with a nice pen, knowing she would appreciate the thoughtfulness behind it.

That evening, as Kalyani celebrated with friends, Vikrant approached her with a shy smile. “Hey, Kalyani. Happy Birthday!”

Kalyani’s eyes lit up. “Thanks, Vikrant! You made it!”

He held out the gift, his heart racing. “I thought you might like this.”

She opened the wrapping, her eyes widening as she revealed the journal and pen. “Oh, Vikrant, this is beautiful! Thank you so much!”

“I thought it could be a space for you to jot down your thoughts or ideas,” he said, feeling a rush of pride.

“This means a lot to me. You really know me,” she said, her voice soft and sincere.

Vikrant smiled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him. “Happy to be your secret admirer,” he teased lightly.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, both felt a rush of something more—a shift from friendship to something deeper.

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As the semester progressed, their friends began to notice the chemistry between Kalyani and Vikrant. During group outings, playful teasing became a common theme.

“Come on, you two! Just admit you like each other!” one friend laughed during a dinner gathering.

Kalyani blushed, her cheeks turning crimson. “We’re just study buddies!”

“Study buddies who stare at each other all the time!” another chimed in, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Vikrant, caught off guard, felt his face heat up. “Yeah, right! We’re just competitive!”

“Sure, just admit it already!” their friends continued, nudging them playfully.

With each teasing remark, the pressure between Kalyani and Vikrant intensified. They exchanged shy glances, both aware of the unspoken connection blossoming between them but hesitant to acknowledge it fully.

As they left the gathering that night, Kalyani turned to Vikrant, her heart racing. “Do you think…they’re right?”

Vikrant looked at her, uncertainty mingling with excitement in his eyes. “Maybe they are. But… what does that mean for us?”

Kalyani took a deep breath, feeling a mix of exhilaration and fear. “I don’t know, but I think we should find out.”

Their hearts raced in unison, both aware that they stood on the brink of something new and thrilling, ready to explore the depths of their connection.


During a group project meeting at Vikrant’s place, Kalyani reached up to grab a stack of books from a high shelf. In the process, her shirt shifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her lace bra. Vikrant’s breath caught in his throat, and he quickly averted his gaze, but not before his mind lingered on the image. The sight was unexpected yet captivating, igniting a rush of desire that left him flustered and distracted for the rest of the meeting.


After a sudden downpour, Kalyani rushed into the café, her clothes clinging to her body. The damp fabric accentuated her curves, and Vikrant felt a wave of attraction wash over him. As she shook her hair to get rid of the water, droplets trickled down her neck, and he couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked, even in such a casual moment. It was a reminder of her effortless beauty and the way she could captivate him without even trying.


One late night, as they were studying in Vikrant’s dorm, Kalyani decided to change into more comfortable clothes she became comfortable with him so much that she some times stayed back in his room and she kept her dresses in his droom room. Unbeknownst to him, she slipped into a tank top that hugged her body and a white over shirt  and a pair of boy shorts. When she returned, Vikrant caught a glimpse of her in the doorway, his heart racing at the sight. The casual yet intimate outfit accentuated her shape in all the right places, and the innocence of the moment combined with the undeniable chemistry made it impossible for him to focus on their work.


Reference to her dress boy short dress

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Assignment of the Heart

Embracing the Unknown


As November drew to a close, the air in Delhi turned crisp, and with it, the dynamics between Kalyani and Vikrant shifted dramatically. What had once been rivalry morphed into something far more complicated and exhilarating.

A stolen kiss

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It was a typical evening in Vikrant's dorm room as they sat together, surrounded by textbooks and notes, brainstorming ideas for their project. The tension was palpable, hanging thick in the air as they exchanged ideas, each one more heated than the last.

“Why can’t you just see it from my perspective?” Kalyani exclaimed, exasperated, as she tossed her pencil onto the desk.

Vikrant leaned in closer, his gaze intense. “Because your perspective is totally wrong!”

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. The tension that had been building for weeks reached a breaking point. Vikrant moved closer, his heart racing, and before either of them could think twice, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Kalyani’s surprise melted into excitement as she responded, deepening the kiss. It was electric, igniting a fire between them that they had both been trying to ignore.

“Wow,” Vikrant breathed, pulling back slightly, both of them wide-eyed and breathless. “I didn’t see that coming.”

“Neither did I,” Kalyani admitted, her cheeks flushed. “But… that felt right.”



From that moment on, their study sessions transformed. Late nights in Vikrant's room became a blend of academic work and flirtatious banter. They would often find themselves distracted, playfully nudging each other and stealing kisses between discussions.

“Okay, but seriously, if you want a good grade, you have to stop distracting me!” Kalyani said, trying to sound stern as she swatted Vikrant’s arm away.

“Distracting you? I’m just providing moral support,” he replied, grinning as he leaned closer. “Plus, you’re the one who keeps giggling at my terrible jokes.”

“That’s because they’re so bad they’re funny!” she laughed, her eyes sparkling.

As they worked late into the night, each shared laugh brought them closer together, making their project feel like an exciting adventure rather than a burden. They would stay up until the early hours, talking and laughing, caught up in their own world.

Passionate Encounter

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One night, after a particularly intense study session, they decided to take a break on the campus terrace, adorned with twinkling fairy lights. The atmosphere was magical, the cool breeze making everything feel more alive.

“Can you believe we’ve come this far?” Vikrant said, leaning against the railing, watching Kalyani as she looked up at the stars.

“It’s crazy,” she replied, her heart racing as she turned to face him. “Who would have thought we’d go from rivals to… whatever this is?”

“Whatever this is, it’s definitely more than rivalry,” Vikrant said, stepping closer to her.

Kalyani felt a rush of excitement as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, their chemistry undeniable. Without a word, they moved in closer, sharing another deep kiss, one that ignited a deeper passion within them.

Vikrant wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and the kiss deepened, leading them back to his dorm room. The door barely closed behind them before they were wrapped up in each other, exploring this new intimacy that had blossomed between them.


As they stood in the quiet of his room, Vikrant pulled Kalyani close, his lips finding hers with an unhurried sweetness. She responded eagerly, her hands slipping up to the back of his neck, drawing him in. Between kisses, she felt his hand gently pressing against her back, holding her securely, and she leaned into him, savoring every sensation.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered, his voice a soft murmur against her ear.

Kalyani blushed, looking down for a moment. “You make me feel that way,” she admitted, her fingers tracing the hem of his shirt. Slowly, she lifted it, running her hands along his chest, feeling his warmth.

Vikrant chuckled softly, slipping his hands to her waist and holding her gently but firmly. “I’m just getting started,” he said, his gaze warm and unwavering as he looked into her eyes. His hands traveled down, tracing the curve of her waist, his fingertips pausing to explore her hips. “Every part of you is perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

She reached for him, tugging him closer as he began to explore her with delicate touches. His hands moved to her back, brushing along her spine, and he took a moment to savor the softness of her skin. His fingers traced her shoulders, moving down slowly, marveling at the gentle curve of her back. With every touch, he felt his admiration for her deepen.

His gaze dropped, taking in her figure, and he let out a breath as his hands found her waist again. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said, his voice filled with awe as his thumb caressed the slight curve just above her hips, where her waist met her abdomen. His hands drifted lower, tracing the curve of her waist before resting on her hips, his eyes lingering on the softness of her skin and the way her body moved with each breath.

Kalyani felt his gaze, a mixture of admiration and desire, and her heart raced. As his hands glided along her sides, he found the gentle curve of her love handles and gave her a playful squeeze, grinning as she laughed softly in response. “So perfect,” he whispered, his hands slipping down to cup her hips.

Vikrant knelt slightly, his lips moving to her stomach, where he pressed a tender kiss just above her navel. He traced light kisses across her midsection, savoring every inch, and Kalyani let out a soft sigh, her hands sliding over his shoulders. When he looked up at her, there was a spark in his eyes, and he leaned up to kiss her deeply, their connection intensifying.

Leading her to the bed, he guided her gently, his hands tracing the length of her legs as she lay back. His fingertips moved down her thighs, exploring the smoothness of her skin with reverence. He pressed a light kiss to each thigh, moving closer, until his lips found her knee and then her calf, making her shiver with anticipation.

Kalyani whispered his name, reaching for him, and he moved to join her, his hand tracing over the curve of her hip before he met her gaze. “You’re everything I could ever want,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder before his gaze traveled to her chest, where he paused, captivated.

She felt his eyes on her, a mixture of awe and desire. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful,” he murmured, his hands moving to cup her breasts softly, his thumbs tracing gentle circles. “You’re incredible,” he added, his voice filled with sincerity.



Kalyani sighed, her hands slipping around his neck, and pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his as he moved to lay beside her. Their kisses deepened, and as his hands roamed over her, she felt cherished and desired in a way she’d never experienced before.

“Vikrant,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she held him close, savoring every touch.

He responded with a deep, tender kiss, his hands continuing their journey across her body, tracing her curves and exploring her with reverence. As they moved together, their breaths mingled, and Kalyani whispered his name softly, losing herself in the moment.

Their connection felt like a revelation, a perfect harmony of affection, passion, and tenderness. And as they held each other afterward, Vikrant wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.


His hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her waist before drifting down to her thighs. Kalyani shivered at his touch, her skin electrified. “You’re so soft,” he whispered, admiring how her body responded to him, each gentle caress drawing soft gasps from her lips.

As they embraced, Vikrant’s fingers danced along the hem of her lace underwear, teasingly lingering there. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice husky with desire, searching her face for any sign of uncertainty.

“More than anything,” Kalyani replied, her voice barely above a whisper, urging him on.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, eliciting a soft moan from Kalyani. He took his time, each touch igniting a fire within her as he explored her body with reverence. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, craving more of him.

Vikrant’s gaze never left hers, filled with admiration and an intensity that made her heart race. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with awe. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Kalyani’s breath quickened as he continued to tease and explore, each movement deliberate, building the tension between them. “Vikrant… please,” she urged, a mix of desperation and longing in her voice.

With a playful smile, he kissed her softly, then trailed kisses down her body, each one igniting a new wave of desire. Kalyani gasped as he took his time, his lips exploring her curves, tracing the line of her waist to the gentle swell of her breasts.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed against her skin, his fingers deftly removing the last barrier between them. Kalyani felt a rush of exhilaration, vulnerability, and thrill all at once.

As they moved together, their bodies entwined in a rhythm that felt both new and exhilarating, Kalyani marveled at the connection they shared. Every kiss, every whisper was laced with an unspoken promise that they were embarking on something profound.

“Tell me you feel this too,” Vikrant urged, looking deep into her eyes as they transitioned into a new level of intimacy, the world around them fading away.

“I do, Vikrant. I really do,” Kalyani replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. “I’ve never felt more connected to anyone.”


With each gentle caress, Vikrant drew Kalyani closer, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth and desire. They were lost in each other, bodies moving in a rhythm that felt instinctive and natural. Kalyani could hardly catch her breath, each sensation sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her.

“Vikrant,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper as she arched her back, seeking more of him. “I never knew it could feel like this.”

He paused, his eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of awe and admiration reflected in their depths. “You’re incredible, Kalyani. Every part of you is breathtaking,” he said, his voice rich with emotion. He leaned down, placing soft kisses along her collarbone, trailing down to the curve of her breasts, savoring the way her body responded to his touch.

Kalyani tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on, feeling the heat pooling in her core intensify. “Please, don’t stop,” she urged, a mix of need and anticipation lacing her words.

Vikrant’s gaze was intense as he captured her soft flesh with his mouth, eliciting soft moans from Kalyani. “I want to make you feel good,” he murmured against her skin, his words sending a thrill through her. “You deserve to feel everything.”

Kalyani gasped at his devotion, feeling seen and cherished in ways she hadn’t expected. The world outside faded away, and it was just them in this intimate space, surrounded by whispers and the scent of warmth and longing.

As Vikrant explored her body with both hands and lips, Kalyani felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her, mixed with an exhilarating thrill. “You’re amazing,” she breathed, her heart racing as he continued to worship her body with devotion.

“Only because of you,” Vikrant replied, his voice low and sincere. “You bring out a side of me I didn’t know existed.”

Kalyani’s heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity making her feel more connected to him than ever. She could feel the heat rising between them, urging them toward the next step.

“Vikrant,” she said softly, her voice catching in her throat. “I want to feel you, to be completely with you.”

With a nod, Vikrant’s expression turned serious, filled with an understanding that transcended words. He positioned himself above her, their bodies aligning perfectly. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion and desire. “I want this to be right for both of us.”

“More than anything,” Kalyani affirmed, a gentle smile breaking through her nervousness. “I trust you.”

With that reassurance, Vikrant took a moment to look deep into her eyes, memorizing the trust and desire mirrored in her gaze. He moved closer, their bodies fitting together seamlessly. The warmth between them was electric, and as he slowly entered her, Kalyani let out a soft gasp, a mixture of surprise and pleasure flooding her senses.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern flickering across his face as he paused, wanting to ensure she was comfortable.

“Just… keep going,” she encouraged, her voice steady despite the intensity of the moment. “I’m ready.”

With a deep, steadying breath, Vikrant began to move, each motion deliberate and filled with tenderness. Kalyani’s breaths quickened, her body instinctively arching to meet him, lost in the connection they shared.

“Vikrant,” she whispered, the sound of his name tumbling from her lips like a prayer, filled with desire and affection.

“God, Kalyani,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You feel incredible.” He pressed closer, the world outside fading into oblivion as they focused solely on each other.

With each movement, they shared soft whispers and moans, a melody of love that intertwined with the rhythm of their bodies. Vikrant’s hands roamed her curves, tracing her waist and back, his fingers exploring every inch of her. Kalyani felt alive, every sensation heightened as they moved together in perfect harmony.

“I love the way you feel,” he whispered, planting soft kisses along her neck and shoulders, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“Vikrant,” Kalyani breathed, her heart swelling with emotion. “I never knew I could feel this way. You make me feel so special.”


Vikrant continued to move slowly, ensuring that Kalyani felt every sensation fully. The connection between them was electric, and he could feel her responding to each thrust, her body arching beneath him in eager anticipation.

As the intensity of their movements built, Vikrant shifted their position slightly, turning Kalyani so she was lying on her side, facing him. “I want to see your face,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

Kalyani smiled, her heart racing at the shift. “This feels amazing,” she replied, her voice soft as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. They shared a deep kiss, their lips moving in sync as Vikrant held her firmly against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

He began to move again, this time with a different rhythm, drawing soft gasps from Kalyani. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and intimate. “I could stay here forever.”

Kalyani’s heart swelled at his words, and she pressed her body closer to his, feeling the heat radiate between them. “I want more,” she urged, her desire evident in her voice.

With a playful grin, Vikrant gently rolled her onto her back again, positioning himself above her. He supported himself on his arms, looking down at her with admiration. “How about this?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can give you a better view.”

As he entered her again, Kalyani gasped, the new angle sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. “Vikrant, yes,” she encouraged, her voice breathy with desire. “Just like that.”

He began to thrust deeper, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. “You feel incredible,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers, savoring every moment of their connection. Kalyani could feel the tension building within her, and she tightened her grip around his waist, urging him on.

“Let’s try something else,” Vikrant suggested, his voice low and filled with playful energy. He carefully lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders as he adjusted their position. Kalyani could feel the change immediately, each thrust hitting deeper, intensifying the pleasure flooding her senses.

“Vikrant!” she cried out, her back arching as the sensations overwhelmed her. “You’re amazing!”

He chuckled softly, his eyes darkening with desire. “No, it’s you. You make this so easy.” He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to move, their bodies entwined in a beautiful rhythm.

Kalyani wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing the contours of his back, feeling the strength in his muscles. “I love this,” she breathed, her voice laced with need. “I love you.”

Vikrant paused, his breath hitching for a moment. “I love you too,” he replied, the sincerity of his words igniting something deep within her. “Let’s make this unforgettable.”

With renewed fervor, they shifted positions again, Vikrant gently turning Kalyani onto her stomach. He guided her to arch her back slightly, allowing him to enter her from behind. The new angle brought forth a different kind of pleasure, one that made Kalyani moan softly, lost in the sensations.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, his voice thick with desire as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

“More than anything,” she replied breathlessly, the heat of the moment enveloping them.

As they continued, Kalyani could feel herself getting closer to the edge, the build-up becoming almost overwhelming. “I’m so close,” she gasped, her body trembling beneath him.

“Let go, Kalyani,” Vikrant encouraged, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”

With that reassurance, Kalyani surrendered to the wave of pleasure crashing over her, her cries filling the room as she reached her peak. Vikrant followed suit, feeling the intensity of their connection culminating in that moment, his body tensing as he joined her in bliss.

As they collapsed onto the bed, breathless and entwined, the world around them faded into nothingness. They lay together, basking in the warmth of their shared experience, hearts racing and bodies still tingling from the intimacy they had just shared.

“I never want this to end,” Kalyani whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on Vikrant’s chest.

“Neither do I,” he replied softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “This is just the beginning.”


“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, a smile touching his lips. Kalyani smiled back, feeling safe and complete in his embrace, content to savor the closeness they had found together.

Next day

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In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, they lay together in Vikrant's bed, the glow of the fairy lights casting a warm ambiance around them. The world outside faded away as they enjoyed the comfort of each other's presence.

“Did we really just do that?” Kalyani asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and delight.

“I think we did,” Vikrant replied, a grin spreading across his face. “And it was amazing.”

Kalyani laughed softly, snuggling closer to him. “I can’t believe we were arguing just hours ago. Look at us now!”

“Well, maybe arguing was our way of building tension,” Vikrant teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Great! I’ll remember that next time,” she replied, her tone mock-serious. “Let’s just hope we don’t get too distracted with this whole ‘tension-building’ thing.”

“Who says we can’t mix a little fun with hard work?” Vikrant shot back, laughter spilling from his lips.




Future Together

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As they lay together, sharing jokes and stories about their project, Kalyani felt a profound sense of connection and completeness. The late-night banter, the laughter, and the unexpected moments of vulnerability all stitched together a bond that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

“Do you think this will change things for us?” Kalyani asked, her voice softening as she gazed into Vikrant’s eyes.

“Change? Definitely,” he replied, brushing his fingers gently across her cheek. “But I think it’s a change for the better.”

Kalyani smiled, her heart swelling with hope. “I like the sound of that. I think we’re about to embark on a thrilling new chapter—one filled with passion, laughter, and maybe even love.”

“Absolutely,” Vikrant said, pulling her closer. “And whatever comes our way, I want us to face it together.”

With that, they both knew that their academic journey had intertwined with a budding romance, and they were ready to embrace the unknown future ahead of them—together.

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Nice story

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Nice story

Thank you

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Most female characters here are housewives or mothers. For a fresh female character, she should be a professional woman like IPS/IAS officer or journalist or CEO. She should be very arrogant and haughty who is tamed by the male character.

I have started the story from your suggestion so please enjoy and write your review.

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Aisha

This is the story of a women that struggled with her father in law but finds happy ending




The house was steeped in the darkness of a warm summer night, the air heavy with the sounds of distant laughter and clinking dishes from the family gathering outside. The power had flickered out an hour ago, leaving only the muted glow of moonlight seeping through the curtains, casting soft shadows in the dimly lit room.

In one of the guest rooms, the bed was a haven of soft, rumpled sheets and fragrant pillows. The room carried a familiar scent of jasmine and sandalwood, remnants of the evening’s festivities lingering in the air.

As the father-in-law, a man of sixty with silver-streaked hair and a sturdy build, quietly opened the door, his heart raced with a mix of anticipation and desire. He had always thought of his daughter-in-law as a stunning woman, her beauty accentuated by the curves of her figure beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, which clung to her in a way that left little to the imagination.

He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him, ensuring that the sound of the revelry outside faded into a mere whisper. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. There she was, sprawled across the bed, her long hair cascading like a dark waterfall over the pillow, a serene expression on her face as if she were losaishat in a dream.

The intimate setting and the fading sounds of the gathering created an intoxicating atmosphere. As he approached the bed, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath his feet was swallowed by the stillness. He felt a surge of adrenaline course through him, an insatiable urge to reach out, to touch, to possess.

As he leaned closer, he was struck by the vulnerability and innocence that radiated from her. The dim light danced across her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her jaw and the soft rise and fall of her chest. It was a moment suspended in time, the air thick with unspoken desires.

He hesitated, the weight of the taboo looming over him, but the thrill of the moment spurred him on. In a whirlwind of impulse, he climbed onto the bed, feeling the warmth of her body radiate towards him. She stirred slightly, but in the depths of her sleep, she mistook him for her husband, a thought that fueled the forbidden fire between them.

With a silent determination, he leaned down, his breath hot against her skin, and surrendered to the primal instinct that had ignited within him.



No the character is not kajal it's just reference





As he pressed closer, the boundaries of reality began to blur. The father-in-law's heart raced, each beat echoing in his ears as he took in her softness, the familiar curves that he had admired from afar for so long. He felt an irresistible pull, a magnetic force that urged him to bridge the gap between them.

His hands, trembling with anticipation, found their way to her waist, fingers grazing the silk of her nightgown. She stirred again, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and in that moment, he felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with guilt. He should have pulled away, should have turned back, but the allure of the moment was too potent to resist.

"Just a moment," he whispered, a plea more to himself than to her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her collarbone, a tentative kiss that sent shivers down his spine. She responded instinctively, arching her back and sighing, a sound that ignited a fire within him. The confusion of identities melted away in the warmth of the dark room, and he became lost in the sensation of her body beneath his.

He pressed harder, his hands exploring the curves of her body, each touch igniting a spark that spread like wildfire through his veins. The intimacy felt electric, a heady mix of danger and desire, and the thrill of being so close to her, of being able to taste her warmth, drove him further into a haze of longing.

They moved together in a rhythm that felt both foreign and familiar, bodies entwined in a dance that transcended the boundaries of their relationship. Each kiss deepened their connection, the soft sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips amplifying the thrill coursing through him. He fought to keep his breath steady, aware of the thin line he was treading , but the more he touched her, the more he lost himself in the moment.

As the world outside faded into obscurity, the weight of their situation became a distant memory. He felt her warmth envelop him, the fabric of her nightgown slipping beneath his fingers as he savored the closeness they had found in the dark.

But as the night deepened, reality began to seep back in. The room was filled with muffled laughter and conversations from the family gathering just outside, and the knowledge of their surroundings brought a shiver of anxiety. They were teetering on the edge of a precipice, and he could feel the tension building between them, both exhilarating and terrifying.

In a moment of raw passion, he whispered her name, but then the name of his daughter in law slipped from his lips, barely audible, "Aisha." It was a slip of the tongue, a momentary lapse in the heat of the encounter, and instantly, the room felt as if it had frozen.

Gif wait



The realization hit her like a cold wave crashing over their bodies. As the intensity of their connection faded into confusion, he pulled back, eyes wide in disbelief. She blinked awake, her eyes still hazy from sleep, slowly coming to terms with the reality of the situation. The confusion on her face mirrored the chaos swirling in his mind as they both grappled with the gravity of what had just transpired.

"What just happened?" she murmured, her voice soft yet edged with a dawning panic.

He could only stare at her, his heart pounding in his chest, the weight of his actions hanging heavy in the air.


As the haze of sleep began to clear from her mind, the warmth that had enveloped her felt wrong in a way she couldn’t immediately articulate. The familiar scent, the roughness of the hands that had caressed her skin—it all seemed both comforting and unsettling.

“Wait…?” she murmured, her brow furrowing as she blinked up at the figure above her, still cloaked in shadows. The moonlight cast a pale glow across his face, revealing the deep lines that etched his features and the flash of surprise in his eyes.

In that split second, reality crashed down like a tidal wave. The warmth that had felt so inviting twisted into a knot of dread in her stomach. She pushed herself up on her elbows, confusion flooding her senses. “Who—who are you?” she stammered, her heart racing as recognition dawned on her.

The man froze, his gaze locking onto hers. “It’s me… it’s your husband,” he lied instinctively, but the tremor in his voice betrayed the truth.

“No!” she gasped, suddenly realizing the weight of his body hovering over her, the strength of his grip that felt both foreign and alarmingly familiar. “You’re not… you’re my father-in-law!” The words rushed out, laced with disbelief and horror.

The revelation struck like lightning, electrifying the air between them. She recoiled, scrambling back against the headboard, pulling the sheets up to shield herself as if it could erase the reality of what had just happened. The room spun in a blur of emotions—shame, confusion, and a sense of violation that made her stomach churn.

“No, it can’t be!” she whispered, her voice shaking as she tried to reconcile the intimacy they had just shared with the truth of their relationship. The warmth that had felt so intoxicating now felt tainted, a grotesque distortion of what she had believed it to be.

His expression shifted from desire to panic, the weight of their actions crashing down upon him. “I didn’t mean to—” he started, but the words fell flat, echoing in the charged silence. They were trapped in a moment that blurred the lines of morality and duty, where desire and familial bonds intertwined in a tangled web of confusion.

“What have we done?” she breathed, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the chaos of emotions swirling within her. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison, filled with the echoes of their shared moment—a moment she desperately wished she could forget.

“I thought… I thought you were someone else,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. Regret painted his features, but it did little to soothe the tempest brewing in her heart.

The air grew thick with tension, each second stretching out painfully as they faced the consequences of their actions. The laughter and chatter from the gathering outside faded into a distant murmur, a stark reminder of the world beyond their darkened room—a world that would never understand the gravity of this moment.

Her mind raced, thoughts swirling as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions. She felt anger, confusion, and a lingering sense of betrayal, all fighting for dominance within her. “We need to tell everyone,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt, a defiant spark igniting within her.

“No!” he exclaimed, a desperation creeping into his tone. “We can’t… It’ll ruin everything.”

“Everything is already ruined!” she shot back, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to make sense of the chaos. “You’re my father-in-law! This can’t happen!”

He looked at her, the weight of his own turmoil etched into his features. “I know… but what we felt in that moment… it was real. It was—”

“Real?” she interrupted, her voice laced with incredulity. “What was real was the confusion, the darkness! We need to put an end to this before it goes any further.”

Father in law silently

As the words hung in the air, they both sat in silence, the weight of their actions pressing down on them like an unbearable weight. The thrill of the moment had vanished, replaced by the chilling realization of what they had almost lost.




What had begun as a moment of mistaken identity had morphed into a tangled mess of emotions, and now they were left to navigate the consequences together—a father and daughter-in-law bound by a moment of passion that should never have existed.


The father-in-law’s hand trembled as he reached out, fingers grazing the softness of her shoulder. Her back was to him, and she hadn’t yet realized he wasn’t who she thought. She let out a gentle sigh, a sound that only spurred him on. Emboldened by the darkness, he leaned in and pulled the blanket away, exposing her skin to the cool night air.

Before she could fully process what was happening, he slid his arm around her, drawing her body closer to his. But just as he pulled her close, something shifted. She stirred, feeling a different presence than the one she’d expected. The familiarity wasn’t there, the tenderness she was used to from her husband. Instead, his grip felt firm and deliberate, like a forceful claim.

“Stop!” she gasped, her voice cutting through the silence. She pulled herself free, her heart pounding as she turned to face him. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw his face, the reality crashing over her. “What are you doing? You’re not... you’re my father-in-law!”

He met her gaze, a slow, intense expression crossing his face, his features dark with desire. “Yes, and I wanted you,” he said, his voice low and unapologetic. “From the moment I saw you, I’ve desired you. You felt it too, I know you did.”

Her face flushed with a mixture of horror and disbelief. “I’m calling everyone here. They’ll know what you tried to do.” Her voice shook, but she held her ground, her eyes blazing with a defiance that only stirred him further.

He didn’t release her immediately. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice a whisper, yet thick with intensity. “I could feel your body react to me… the way you welcomed me, how you thought I was him. That fire, that need—it was there for me, and you know it.”

She took a deep, steadying breath, pulling herself further away from him. “I don’t care what you think you felt. This is wrong, and I’ll tell everyone about it.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, and he finally loosened his grip, stepping back. “If that’s what you want,” he replied, his tone laced with a dark confidence. “But know this—no one else will ever desire you the way I do. I plan to make you mine, to have you see what you felt tonight, truly see it.”


She glared at him, unyielding, her voice sharp. “This will never happen. Ever.”

But his eyes held a glint of something dangerous. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his voice lingering in the air as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her in the darkness, her heart racing as she tried to process the storm of emotions he’d stirred.

As he disappeared into the shadows, she sat alone in the quiet, grappling with the turmoil of emotions churning within her.


Update 3

3 months have passed


Aisha found herself caught in the pressures mounting around her, with her mother-in-law's relentless accusations and her husband's stubborn denial intensifying by the day. Each visit to the fertility clinic, each test, was a reminder of the weight they placed solely on her, though she knew in her heart that the fault didn’t lie with her.

As she sat alone in the clinic waiting room one afternoon, Aisha’s mind wandered back to that night, when the darkness had blurred boundaries and tangled her emotions. She couldn’t escape the thought that haunted her in the quiet moments: If I hadn’t spoken up… if I hadn’t stopped him, would things have turned out differently? The taboo nature of her thoughts unsettled her, yet she couldn’t help but wonder if, ironically, that night could have fulfilled the one thing she was being blamed for lacking.

The next evening, her husband brought up the discussion of a second wife once more, this time with a stern determination. “Maybe this is the only solution,” he said, dismissively, as if her own efforts and sacrifices were trivial. Her heart sank, frustration mingling with a faint, unsettling curiosity. As her husband spoke, she found her mind drifting back again to that night with her father-in-law, that forbidden moment.

Aisha tried to shake the thought, but the idea lingered, a mix of anger, guilt, and a sense of twisted possibility.


Update 4




Aisha was at home when her phone buzzed. Seeing her father-in-law’s name on the screen made her stomach twist in knots, especially after the events of that night. She hesitated before opening the message.

“Aisha, my wife is pressing more urgently than ever for a second wife for your husband. She believes that it’s time we secure an heir, one way or another. If we don’t do something soon, I’m afraid she’ll push him further than just talk.”

Aisha clenched her jaw, her fingers hovering over the keys as she formulated a response. Of course, he would bring this up now, knowing full well the pressure I’m under, she thought bitterly. Finally, she replied.

“I understand, but it’s not something I can control. I’ve done everything I can to solve this issue. It’s not my fault.”

A pause, then another buzz.

“I know you’ve done your part. But your husband, well… we both know he’ll never admit his shortcomings. The family needs an heir, Aisha. And you deserve a chance to protect your marriage and dignity. Why should you suffer when the problem isn’t yours?”

Aisha felt a rush of frustration mixed with a faint sense of relief that someone understood her struggle. But the insinuation behind his words made her uneasy. She typed a cautious reply.

“So what are you suggesting? I can’t change what he won’t admit, and I’m not going to stand by while they find him a second wife.”

This time, his response was more direct.

“What I’m saying is simple: allow me to help you. Quietly. You and I both know the… possibilities, don’t we?”

Aisha’s heart raced, her pulse echoing in her ears as she re-read his message. Is he really suggesting…? She inhaled sharply, the shock quickly replaced by a surge of defiance.

“Are you out of your mind? That’s completely wrong. I’m married to your son, and you’re his father. This can’t be serious.”

She expected that to end it, to put him off entirely. But almost immediately, her phone buzzed again.

“Hear me out, Aisha. No one else has to know. It’s a solution that preserves your marriage and dignity. It may not be ideal, but in this situation, is anything?”

Aisha stared at her phone, feeling a bitter resentment rise within her. She couldn’t deny the twisted logic behind his words. But her sense of propriety flared up, her fingers typing furiously in response.

“How can you even suggest such a thing? I’ve done everything I could to be a good wife, and now you’re telling me the only way to keep my marriage intact is by… by doing this? It’s unthinkable!”

“Sometimes what seems unthinkable is necessary,” he replied smoothly. “I’m offering a way to save you from humiliation, from losing everything you’ve built with my son. This arrangement would be discreet, only between us. You’ll be able to hold your head high, as will the rest of the family.”

She frowned, still fighting against his words even as her resolve began to waver. Every encounter with her mother-in-law and husband’s disdainful remarks filled her mind, memories that stung more deeply than she wanted to admit. But even so, she fired back.

“And what about after? What about when people find out? This could ruin everything, not save it.”

“No one has to know, Aisha,” he assured her, his tone somehow gentle yet insistent. “Once you’re pregnant, that will be the end of it. You’ll have the child you want, your marriage will be intact, and your husband will have no need for a second wife. I don’t see a better solution.”

Aisha’s mind spun. His proposal seemed both disturbingly simple and overwhelming. She typed slowly, choosing her words carefully.

“And you think this is something we could just… arrange? That it’ll be as simple as that?”

“With the right level of commitment, yes,” he replied. “Think of it as a temporary arrangement, a solution with a very specific goal. Once you conceive, we’ll stop. It’s as straightforward as that.”

Her hands shook slightly as she replied, struggling against the tide of emotions swirling within her.

“I still don’t believe you think this is… logical. You’d be asking me to betray everything I thought marriage stood for.”

“No, Aisha. I’m offering you a way to protect your marriage, to avoid a far worse betrayal. You don’t deserve to be discarded over something that’s not your fault. I care about you and want you to have the life you deserve.”

She hesitated, her breath shallow as she felt her defenses crumbling under the weight of his words. The indignity of being replaced for something that wasn’t her fault lingered painfully in her mind. Her hands moved to reply.

“And if I… if I agreed, how would this even work?”

“It would require a commitment, yes. If we only meet once a week, the chances may be too low. For the best results, we’d need to be more frequent—two or three times a week.”

Aisha swallowed hard, fully aware of his underlying intentions but feeling trapped with no other options. The shame, guilt, and fear all waged a war within her, but her desperation to protect her marriage and avoid the humiliation her in-laws were preparing for her loomed large.

“Only until I’m pregnant,” she typed after a long pause. “Once there’s a child, it stops.”

“Of course, Aisha. It’s purely practical,” he responded, but there was an unmistakable satisfaction in his reply.

She put down her phone, feeling a mixture of resentment, desperation, and shame as she grappled with the decision she was on the verge of making.

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Over the next few days, Aisha tried to push their last exchange out of her mind, but the more she tried to avoid thinking about it, the more her father-in-law’s words lingered, demanding her attention. Just when she had convinced herself she could handle this arrangement on her terms, a new message from him lit up her screen.

“Aisha, if we’re going to make this work, we’ll need to be fully committed. One meeting here and there won’t be enough. We have to make sure there’s time for… consistency.”

Her hands tightened around the phone as she read. He was pushing further than they’d discussed. Biting her lip, she replied with a carefully measured tone.

“We agreed this would be… limited. Just enough to make it happen, no more. I think once or twice a week is more than enough.”

There was a pause before his response came through, almost as if he were choosing his words deliberately.

“Aisha, we’re taking a risk here, and we both want results, don’t we? That can’t be guaranteed with only occasional effort. To make this work as quickly as possible, we need more… commitment. Perhaps a few days in a row, even a small trip somewhere out of reach, just the two of us. It’s the best way to make this succeed.”

Aisha’s heart raced. A trip? Days in a row? She didn’t want this to spiral out of control, but she knew her bargaining position was limited. She closed her eyes and replied.

“A trip isn’t necessary. I’ll make myself available more often, but I have a home and responsibilities to manage. I can’t just… leave.”


But deep down, Aisha knew he was maneuvering her into more than she’d initially agreed to.

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Aisha’s decision to make herself available more often seemed to fuel her father-in-law’s confidence. He began to suggest opportunities, subtle yet bold, to bring their arrangement into their everyday lives rather than restricting it to planned encounters.

One morning, her phone buzzed with his message just as dawn was breaking.

“Good morning, Aisha. If you’re awake, why don’t you come downstairs for a bit? It’s early, no one will notice.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she read his words, the audacity of his suggestion catching her off guard. She hesitated, then replied cautiously.

“We said we would be discreet. It’s too risky. We should keep to our usual times.”

His response was quick and casual, as though he were merely offering her tea.

“It’s only risky if we let it be. Just think of it as being proactive, making the most of our time. The more often we try, the better our chances, don’t you think?”

Aisha’s breath hitched. She was torn, feeling the weight of his pressure mingling with her own desperation to avoid the looming threat of a second wife. It was practical, she told herself, yet his eagerness was unsettling. She replied hesitantly.

“Fine. But only when no one is around, and only if it truly gives us a better chance.”

The next few days set a pattern. Early mornings, occasional afternoons, and late nights when everyone was asleep—he continued to press for these moments, seizing each opportunity with subtle but unmistakable flirtation.

One evening as they lingered near the back of the house, he leaned closer than usual, his voice low and teasing.

“You know, Aisha, I always admired your determination. I never imagined it would be this enjoyable to… help you fulfill that determination.”

She stiffened, his tone catching her off guard. She drew a line firmly, her voice controlled yet defiant.

“We agreed this was about a child. Nothing else. I’m here only for that reason.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smile both amused and calculating.

“Of course. But you don’t have to pretend it’s not pleasant. You’re here by choice, after all.”

Her stomach churned as she resisted the unsettling sensation his words left behind. She forced herself to stay composed, meeting his gaze squarely.

“I’m here because you and I both know what’s at stake. Let’s not complicate things.”

His laughter was low, carrying an edge of satisfaction, but he nodded, as though indulging her resistance.

“As you wish, Aisha. I’ll wait until you feel differently.”

Each time they met, he grew bolder, but Aisha clung to her resolve, determined to keep him from taking more than she was willing to give, even as she found herself ensnared in the arrangement she had reluctantly accepted.

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As the days went on, Aisha noticed a shift in her father-in-law’s behavior. What had begun as subtle touches soon turned into lingering hands and brazen gestures. Every time they found themselves alone, he’d press closer, his hands finding her waist, his arms wrapping around her in long hugs that felt nothing like family. His hands grew bolder, roaming her body, fingers pressing gently but firmly over her curves, her resistance wavering each time as he asserted his control.

One evening, as she was preparing tea in the kitchen, she felt his presence behind her. His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back into his chest, his fingers pressing into her sides. Aisha tensed, but before she could protest, he leaned down, his lips brushing over her ear, his voice a low whisper.

“You know, Aisha, you’re so much more than I imagined. I never realized how… captivating you could be.”

He let his hands roam up to her chest, pressing his palms against her as he held her firmly. She felt his breath warm on her neck, his mouth trailing dangerously close to her shoulder. Aisha fought to keep her composure, knowing how close she was to her goal but also feeling her boundaries dissolve more quickly than she had anticipated.

The realization struck her: If this is the only way, then I need to end it as soon as possible. The longer this went on, the more she felt herself losing control, slipping into his expectations. She stiffened in his embrace, reluctantly allowing him this closeness, silently urging herself to bear it.

“Let’s… just do what we need to,” she said, her tone more pleading than assertive. “The sooner I’m pregnant, the sooner this arrangement ends.”

He only smiled, as though sensing her urgency was more an opportunity than a plea.

“Then let’s not waste any more time, Aisha. The more we try, the sooner you’ll have what you want… and perhaps, what you need.”

Aisha braced herself, resigning to each touch, each moment alone with him, determined to end this quickly.

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When her mother in law went to shop and husband to masjid father in law ran towards Aisha to claim and it's not the first time he is fucking her as he fucked her once but didn't cum . He moved to her room and she was standing in burqa and Abaya just returned from outside as she went out to run an errand only to return after her husband left home

When Aisha returned from running errands, she barely had time to settle before she heard footsteps approaching her room. She turned and found her father-in-law standing in the doorway, his eyes focused intently on her. His gaze traveled over her form, still wrapped in her burqa and abaya, a reminder of the world outside where her dignity and composure were intact. But here, in the privacy of their home, he had made it clear what he wanted.

She swallowed, nerves tingling as she took a step back.

“You should go,” she said, her voice low but firm, hoping that her tone might remind him of the boundaries she so carefully tried to set.

He didn’t reply immediately, but his gaze held her in place as he moved closer, closing the space between them.

“Aisha,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. “We both know what needs to be done.”

Aisha’s pulse quickened as he drew near, his hands reaching out to gently grasp her shoulders through the fabric of her abaya. She could feel the warmth of his hands, even through the layers, as his touch lingered. His persistence felt unyielding, a constant pressure she couldn’t seem to escape.

“I won’t keep waiting,” he added, his hands moving down her arms, tracing the fabric as though he was claiming her with each movement. “We’ve come this far. Don’t turn away now.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself. Her mind raced with all the reasons she shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t allow this to happen. Yet each reason felt distant in the face of her mounting desperation to resolve the situation once and for all.

“Fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But remember, this is only until… only until it’s done.”

He smiled, that knowing look crossing his face as he continued to hold her, a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. The line she had drawn seemed increasingly faint with each encounter, but for now, she braced herself, hoping that each step she took would bring her one step closer to reclaiming her control.

[Naruto411]

Just completed one story imam's wife it's my fav do read it , will finish Aisha before the end of the week

[sri7869]

Good story