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Priya’s fingers curled lightly around his arm. She wanted to steady herself, to anchor herself in this closeness without letting go entirely. Yet her body was leaning in, responding to him as if it had known all along what she wanted but had simply waited for permission.
 
And then their lips met again.
 
Slow. Soft. Insistent, yet gentle.
Not a rush, not a demand.
A quiet surrender.
 
Priya closed her eyes, tilting her head just slightly. She could feel every curve of him, every subtle movement of his hands along her sides, the way he let the kiss deepen without haste. It was a kiss that carried years of patience, restraint, and finally, release.
 
Ravi’s hands slid to her waist, careful, tentative, memorizing the curve of her body without pushing, without overstepping. Every touch was deliberate, reverent, a conversation without words.
 
She could feel him in every nerve, the memory of their first hesitant touch in her mind, the brush of fingers at the counter, the warmth of hands in the water, all of it converging in this single, impossibly intimate moment.
 
Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, hearts racing but measured. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them; the hum of the fan, the faint steam from the chapatis, the distant sounds of the street, all faded into a quiet focus on each other.
 
Ravi pulled back just slightly, pressing his cheek against hers, kissing her jaw, her temple, the corner of her mouth. Every brush of his lips was a question, a promise, a declaration of something he couldn’t yet speak.
 
Priya’s hands traced his shoulders, her palms memorizing the strength beneath his shirt, the subtle warmth of his skin. Her body leaned into his, instinctively, fully, despite all attempts at composure.
 
And then, when their lips met again, it was longer, deeper, a careful exploration of the closeness they had resisted for so long.
 
She felt her heart open in a way it hadn’t dared before, the caution, the fear, the boundaries, they all seemed distant now, irrelevant compared to the quiet need that filled the space between them.

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Ravi rested his hands lightly on her hips now, guiding her gently closer, not rushing, not demanding, but allowing the inevitability of this moment to settle in. The warmth of him, the rhythm of his breath, the soft press of his lips against hers, it all combined into something profound, tender, and unavoidable.
 
Her fingers threaded lightly through his hair, holding on without pulling away. It was a surrender not born of weakness, but of choice, of recognition that they could finally stop holding back.
 
The world beyond the kitchen no longer existed. The chapatis, the dough, the stove, they were part of life, yes, but now they were a quiet backdrop to the intimacy unfolding.
 
Ravi kissed her again, slow, reverent, tracing the line of her neck, pressing his chin softly onto her shoulder, and brushing his lips against her cheeks. Each motion was deliberate, a gentle exploration of closeness, a confirmation of the quiet longing that had been simmering all evening.
 
Priya tilted her head slightly, giving herself over to the warmth, the closeness, the careful passion that had finally escaped the boundaries of restraint.
 
And for the first time, both of them breathed freely in the presence of each other, the ache of longing finally given shape in the warmth of a kiss, the closeness of a body, the quiet surrender to what had been waiting patiently for them both.
 
They finally pulled back slightly, foreheads resting together, breaths mingling, hearts beating in tandem. The kitchen remained ordinary, the chapatis still stacked neatly, but everything had shifted.
 
The tension that had been held in check had now transformed into something undeniable, tender, and profoundly intimate.
 
Priya whispered, almost shyly:
“This… this feels like too much and not enough all at once.”
 
Ravi smiled softly, brushing his nose against hers, the kind of smile that held both awe and certainty.
“I know,” he murmured. “But maybe… it had to be slow, to feel this right.”
 
They stayed pressed together, anchored in each other’s presence, hands lightly holding, breath shared, bodies leaning into the closeness they had resisted for so long.
 
The ordinary had become extraordinary.
The moment, a quiet surrender they hadn’t known they had been waiting for.

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And then, when their lips met again, it was longer, deeper, a careful exploration of the closeness they had resisted for so long.
 
This time, there was no hesitation, no question. They both knew, knew with an unspoken certainty that the other wanted this as much as they did.
 
Priya felt the soft warmth of Ravi’s lips pressing against hers, a weight that was at once gentle and demanding.
 
His mouth moved slowly, exploring, tasting the edges of hers, seeking and finding a rhythm that matched her own heartbeat. Every touch of his lips sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious shiver that pulsed from her chest to her fingertips.
 
She could feel the subtle parting of his lips, the careful way he traced her mouth, and her mind blurred with sensation.
 
Ravi, in turn, was acutely aware of the soft resistance and yielding of her lips, the way she welcomed his press and mirrored his movements.
 
Her lips were tender, pliant, alive under his touch, coaxing him, drawing him in deeper, inviting him into a closeness he had longed for.
 
He marveled at how familiar and new it felt all at once, the same lips he had brushed in stolen moments now open, willing, and utterly present.
 
He traced the edge of her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, careful, as though learning its shape, memorizing its softness.
 
Priya caught her breath, the sensation almost too exquisite to bear, and her fingers rose to cradle his face, feeling the warmth of his skin and the subtle tilt of his jaw.
 
After a heartbeat, Ravi let his tongue brush against her lower lip, tentative, teasing, a tender exploration. Priya’s lips parted slightly, welcoming him, and a shiver ran through her as he moved slowly, caress by caress, letting the touch linger.
 
Every second stretched, every gentle motion a question answered by her own willingness.
 
He traced upward to her upper lip, moving with infinite care, never rushing, letting the path be guided by her reactions.
 
Priya felt the delicate press of his tongue against hers, the warmth, the slow intimacy of it, and her heartbeat quickened. The world narrowed down to the sound of their breaths and the press of their lips, every nerve humming with awareness.

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Finally, Ravi slipped gently into her mouth, the kiss deepening as their lips and tongues danced in quiet harmony.
 
Priya felt herself melt into the contact, the slow, tender exploration filling her with warmth and longing, every movement of his tongue a conversation without words. His hands rested lightly on her waist, grounding her, letting her feel his presence, steady and warm.
 
She returned the kiss fully, matching him in rhythm and intention, letting herself feel the softness, the warmth, the careful insistence of him.
 
Each motion was measured, deliberate, yet passionate, building on the months of silent yearning and stolen moments they had shared.
 
Their tongues met again slowly, curious, exploring the intimate landscape of each other’s mouths, a dance of sensation that was as much about trust as it was desire.
 
Priya felt heat bloom low in her belly, rising in waves, every nerve humming as he moved with deliberate care, tasting, teasing, but never rushing.
 
Her hands rose instinctively, framing his face, feeling the texture of his skin, the subtle warmth radiating through him, grounding her in the intensity of the kiss.
 
Ravi’s mind slowed, focused entirely on her, the curve of her lips, the gentle pressure she gave in response, the subtle pull when she deepened the kiss. Every nuance of her mouth, every sigh against his lips, every tremor that ran through her body, spoke to him.
 
He could feel her willingness, the quiet surrender, the trust, and it made his own desire ripple and strengthen without need for words.
 
They moved together as though the world had vanished, the kitchen, the dough, the plates, all irrelevant to the slow, consuming intimacy of that kiss.
 
Breath mingled, hearts beating in tandem, lips pressing, tongues exploring, bodies leaning into each other with a gravity that had been quietly building for months.
 
Priya felt the strength of him, the steady insistence, the warmth of his mouth and the careful attentiveness that said without words, “I am here, I am yours, only yours.”
 
Ravi felt the softness of her lips, the subtle give and take, the way she responded to his every motion with an exquisite combination of surrender and guidance.
 
He had kissed her before, yes, but never with the clarity of mutual desire, never with the knowledge that every movement was fully, completely welcomed.

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Their mouths moved in concert, slow and intense, lingering in every press and every parting. It was a kiss that held years of longing, moments of restraint, and the pure joy of finally being able to give in without fear.
 
Priya’s fingers threaded through his hair, and he rested his hands lightly on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body, the soft pulse of her heart against his. Every second stretched, drawn out, deepened, until it felt like they had surrendered to time itself.
 
When they finally pulled back slightly, foreheads resting together, eyes half-lidded with heat and wonder, the air between them vibrated with unspoken acknowledgment. They had kissed fully, freely, with knowledge and consent, and the world could not touch them now.
 
Priya’s breath came in soft, shivering waves, and she could feel her cheeks warm from the intensity of the kiss. Ravi’s lips lingered near hers, brushing against her temple, as though he could not bear to let go of even a fraction of that intimacy.
 
Both of them were trembling with the realization that the other had matched their desire completely, that restraint was no longer necessary, and that closeness could be allowed, fully, without fear or ambiguity.
 
It was a kiss that had depth, tenderness, and a raw, beautiful intensity, the perfect meeting of longing and willingness, a moment that would be remembered, savored, and carried in both their bodies long after the kitchen had returned to normal.
 
Ravi rested his forehead against her head for a heartbeat longer, letting the warmth of her cheek brush against his skin. Priya’s hands stayed lightly on his hands, fingertips tracing circles that mirrored the rhythm of her heartbeat.
 
Neither wanted to pull away; neither wanted to break the delicate current between them.
 
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Ravi slid one hand down her arm, feeling the soft give of her skin beneath his fingers. Priya’s breath hitched at the touch, a gentle tremor of excitement and relief that he was here, fully present, fully aware of her.
 
She turned towards him and leaned a fraction closer, her lips grazing his again, a whisper of a kiss, delicate and intimate, just enough to remind them both of the fire beneath their calm exteriors.

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????? men finds men exciting ...women finds men exciting ...reason is here .. U r the best .. however not cup of my tea .. felt like ?

Hi Jyoti

Thank you for sharing your thoughts so honestly. I appreciate you taking the time to read and engage with the story, even if it wasn’t your cup of tea. Feedback like this still means a lot to me.

Just to clarify, I’m not a man; I’m a woman.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

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100 it is!!! Congratulations!!! What an achievement!!! Completing 100 pages , keep readers in raptures..awesome!!! All the best to you and keep rocking , Shailu ji!!!

Hi Readersp sir

 
Thank you so much for your constant encouragement and belief in me. Reaching 100 pages truly feels special, and your message made the milestone even more meaningful for me.
 
This journey hasn’t always been easy, and having someone who genuinely supports and motivates me has made all the difference. You have been one of the true pillars behind how far I’ve come, always cheering me on, believing in the story, and reminding me to keep going even when things felt challenging.
 
Knowing that the work kept readers engaged means a great deal to me, and your words give me renewed energy and confidence to continue. I’m deeply grateful for your unwavering support and encouragement.
 
Thank you for being such an important part of this journey, and for standing by me throughout.
 
With lots of gratitude and warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 

[shailu4ever]

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Reached 100 Page Mark!!!

Because of you…
 
One hundred pages.
Not just a number, not just a milestone…
but a journey woven from many hearts...
Many voices, and countless moments of belief.
 
This story may carry my name,
but its soul was shaped by all of you.
Every comment left behind, every thoughtful observation, every word of encouragement
became a quiet hand guiding me forward.
 
There were moments when the path felt clear,
and moments when doubt lingered between the lines.
Yet your words arrived like lanterns in the dark,
reminding me that the story mattered,
that the journey was worth continuing.
 
Each page holds more than words, it holds your presence.
Your feedback sharpened the narrative,
your excitement gave it momentum,
and your honesty gave it depth.
These 100 pages breathe because you believed.
 
This milestone is not mine alone.
It belongs to every reader who paused to reflect,
every supporter who chose kindness,
every voice that said, “Keep going.”
Together, we turned persistence into progress,
and effort into something meaningful.
 
So today, I say thank you…
with gratitude that runs deeper than words.
Thank you for your time, your thoughts, your energy,
and for trusting this story enough to walk beside it.
 
As the journey continues beyond these 100 pages,
I carry your support with me…
etched into every chapter yet to come.
This story stands where it does today
because of you.
 
And Only…
 
Because of you…
 

Reached 100 Page Mark!!!

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They moved together toward the counter again, still entwined in a subtle embrace, bodies close but careful, savoring the closeness.
 
Priya’s hands lingered on his chest as she adjusted her stance, and Ravi’s fingers traced slow, deliberate paths along her back, memorizing every curve, every soft shift of weight.
 
As they returned to rolling the chapati dough, she turned back to the counter, their movements became a careful dance, side by side, hands occasionally brushing over flour-dusted skin.
 
Each touch was electric yet tender, a reminder of their kiss, of the hunger and affection that had been quietly building for months.
 
Ravi’s presence behind her was magnetic, the warmth of his chest brushing the back of her arms as she pressed down on the dough.
 
Priya’s fingers paused for a heartbeat, savoring the heat radiating through him, the steady press of his hands against hers as he leaned just slightly closer.
 
Her breath caught, not in surprise, not in fear, but in a sweet, molten awareness of their closeness, how natural it now felt to be near him, to feel him so intimately, yet carefully.
 
He whispered her name, almost against her ear, a soft, husky sound that sent shivers along her spine, and she turned slightly, meeting his gaze through the corner of her eye.
 
That look, slow, loaded with recognition, with desire restrained but palpable, made her pulse quicken. Every unspoken word, every lingering glance, spoke of the months of yearning that had led them here, to this slow, perfect surrender of proximity and awareness.
 
As they finished the last of the chapatis, their hands brushed more deliberately, fingers tangling briefly in flour and warmth, and neither moved away.
 
The simple act of sharing space became a conduit for everything unspoken: trust, desire, care, and the knowledge that the other was entirely willing.
 
Priya felt her chest rise and fall faster, the anticipation building as she leaned slightly into him, feeling the warmth of his body solidly behind hers, grounding her while teasing every nerve awake.

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Ravi’s hands slid gently around her waist, slightly pressing, claiming, and holding, letting her feel his steady heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt.
 
Priya rested her palms on the counter, her back curved slightly into him, every inch of her aware of the heat, the closeness, the weight of longing that had finally found release.
 
Slowly, almost reverently, Ravi placed his lips against the nape of her neck, the kiss soft, exploratory.
 
Priya’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly as warmth pooled through her. He lingered, letting her feel the gentle insistence of his presence, every second stretching like honey, savoring the way she leaned back into him willingly, completely.
 
Then he moved his chin to her shoulder, pressing another soft kiss, lingering with the same patient care, before letting his lips drift across her cheek, feeling the shiver of delight that ran through her body with each tender press.
 
Priya closed her eyes, letting herself surrender to the moment, to the slow, delicious intimacy, to the certainty that he wanted her with the same quiet, steady longing she felt.
 
Her hands held his hands wrapped around her belly, feeling the warmth of his hands on her navel, stomach and belly.
 
She could hear his heartbeat matching it with her own, and for a long stretch, they stayed there like that, paused in time, drinking in the warmth, the safety, and the exquisite sweetness of being completely seen and completely desired.
 
No words were needed. Every motion, every brush of skin, every sigh was a sentence, a confession, a reassurance, a declaration.
 
The kitchen, the counter, the flour, the rising steam from the chapatis, became the backdrop for the intimacy of their slow, deliberate, and fully mutual surrender to longing and love.
 
And in that shared space, they both knew, beyond any shadow of doubt, that every restraint, every patient pause, every moment of careful closeness had led them here, to each other, fully willing, fully present, fully alive in this quiet, perfect union.
 
The kitchen seemed to grow warmer, the soft hum of the fan above them now feeling distant compared to the intimate quiet that had settled between them. 

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Each breath they took was deeper, slower, filled with the shared weight of their unspoken emotions. Priya, still leaning into Ravi, felt the strength of his body behind hers.
 
She could feel the heat of him pressing through the thin fabric of their clothes, every inch of his chest rising and falling against her back, his presence steady and grounding.
 
Ravi’s hands had never left her waist, he slowly turned her to face him. Pushed her a little back towards the counter.
 
He let his fingers move ever so slightly, tracing the curve of her back, feeling the soft give of her ass cheeks beneath his touch.
 
The sensation was electric. Every small shift she made, every subtle movement he made in return, felt like an intricate dance they had both longed for without fully acknowledging.
 
His fingertips pressed against the small of her back, gently urging her body closer, letting his chest mold against hers, pressing her beautiful, full breasts into his chest.
 
He could feel the firm softness of those full breasts pressed firmly against him, the warmth and weight of her body sending a thrill through him.
 
"God, she fits perfectly against me."
"Every inch of her… every curve…"
 
He let his hands linger, tracing the smooth line of her spine, feeling the subtle tension of her muscles relax beneath his touch as she leaned into him. The sway of her hips under his hands, the soft press of her ass against him, made his pulse race. He marveled at the way her waist curved so delicately, the soft hollow just above her hips, framed by the dark fabric of her saree.
 
Even the small glimpse of skin between blouse and saree, the exposed waist, the navel, was impossibly intimate, and his fingers traced just above it in worshipful restraint.
 
"Every movement, every tilt of her body… it’s like she’s inviting me closer, even as she lets me wait."
 
She shifted slightly, and he followed instinctively, matching the curve of her back with the contour of his chest, feeling the way her breasts pressed into him with each breath, warm and soft and insistent.

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His fingers brushed higher along her waist, teasing the smooth skin under the fabric, sliding upward toward her ribs, feeling the subtle rise and fall of her body as her breathing deepened. Every contact, every tiny touch, made the air between them crackle with unspoken desire.
 
"She’s so close… too close to think straight."
"And I don’t want to."
 
Ravi’s hands traveled with care, never rushing, never demanding, exploring the curve of her lower back and the gentle swell of her butt, lingering on the softness of her ass as it pressed against him.
 
He felt her small, subtle responses, the micro-tilt of her pelvis, the tiny sigh in her breath, the way her hands trembled slightly on the counter, all signs of her awareness of him, of the intimacy they were building in this quiet, deliberate way.
 
"Every inch of her is speaking to me… and I can’t stop listening."
 
She arched into him almost imperceptibly, and he let his chest press harder, feeling the weight of her full breasts against him, the firmness, the warmth, the intoxicating softness.
 
His hands traced slowly upward, along the side of her torso, never rushing, always attentive, memorizing the delicate slope of her waist, the curve of her hips, the smooth skin that vanished under the saree fabric.
 
The simple act of holding her like this, pressing against her without needing more, felt like a confession in itself.
 
"I want to memorize every curve… every subtle shift…"
 
Her hair brushed his cheek as she leaned back into him, a soft, sensual wave of scent and warmth that made him dizzy with desire.
 
Every movement, every slight press of her body into his, every breath they shared, heightened the electric intimacy of the moment.
 
They were suspended in this private rhythm, the world outside fading into nothing as their bodies communicated more than words ever could.
 
"This is everything… every second with her."
"And yet… it’s not enough."
 
Priya’s breath quickened, and she instinctively moved her arms, reaching around his neck, pulling herself even closer. She could feel every breath, every whisper of air that passed between them.
 
Her chest rose and fell in sync with his, the tension building between them not in a rush, but in an ever-deepening pull toward each other. 

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She tilted her head back just slightly, exposing the curve of her neck, and Ravi couldn't resist the pull to kiss her there, his lips pressing against the soft skin, his breath warm, almost urgent.
 
His lips trailed downward slowly, tasting her skin in the quietest of motions, each kiss deliberate and full of reverence.
 
Priya let out a soft sigh, the sound barely audible, but it vibrated through her chest, speaking to him in a language of desire they both understood.
 
She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment, a silent question, a shared understanding that neither of them had to voice aloud.
 
Ravi pulled back and Ravi’s hands, still on her waist, began to travel up her body, slowly, deliberately, feeling every curve beneath her clothes. The sensation of her warmth under his touch was intoxicating, each inch of her skin a whisper against his palms.
 
He slid his palms up her ribcage, savoring the smoothness of her skin, the slight rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed in deeply.
 
His fingers brushed over the sides of her breasts, grazing the edge of her blouse, cupping her magnetic curves lightly, feeling the soft resistance of her firmness beneath his hands.
 
"God… every inch of her is made to be touched."
"And yet I must linger… I must savor."
 
Every subtle tilt of her body, every infinitesimal shift, was an invitation he accepted without haste.
 
He let his hands trace the natural slope of her torso, memorizing the delicate curve where her waist met her hips, the hollow just above her navel peeking between blouse and saree, the gentle swell of her ass beneath the fabric.
 
Every press of her soft body into his chest, every subtle arch, made his pulse thunder in response, each moment stretching, heavy with desire yet restrained by reverence.
 
"I could lose myself here… and never leave."
"And still, I want more."
 
He slowly turned her towards him and moved his hands back to her lower back, cupping the softness of her butt, pressing her into him, feeling the heat and weight of her body meld with his own.
 
The subtle shift of her hips against him, the pressure of her warmth, made him ache with quiet need, each sensation a delicious reminder of their closeness.

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He let his fingers linger there, mapping the firmness and softness beneath the dark fabric, drinking in the contour of her body with reverence.
 
Priya’s hands, still around his neck, pulled him closer, fingertips threading through his hair, tangling in the strands, tilting her head to the side a fraction further.
 
She gave him more of her skin, exposing the slope of her neck, the tender curve of her collarbone, the warmth of her shoulders pressed against him.
 
"Yes… closer… just like this."
"Every second with him feels endless."
 
She could feel his lips moving with purpose, each kiss, each press of his mouth against her skin igniting tiny flames across her body. Her pulse quickened with every brush of his lips along her jaw, her neck, the subtle hollow beneath her ear.
 
There was a hunger there, undeniable, but tempered with care, with patience. Neither of them rushed, allowing every shared sigh, every subtle shift of weight, to build the tension into something exquisite and fragile, something that belonged only to them.
 
"I want to feel every part of him… and let him feel every part of me."
"Not yet… not too fast… just this moment."
 
Ravi let his hands linger, sliding gently along the line of her ribs again, feeling her respond to his touch with tiny shivers, each one setting fire to the small of his spine.
 
He cupped her breasts lightly again, pressing her softly into him, feeling her warmth, her softness, the natural give of her body.
 
Every breath she took, every small, involuntary move, spoke to him louder than words could, a conversation of desire written across skin and muscle.
 
Priya arched slightly into him, her hands tightening gently around his neck, pulling him even closer, letting her fingers tangle deeper into his hair, anchoring herself to him, feeling the delicious weight of his body pressed against hers, the press of his chest against her breasts, the heat radiating from him like a slow-burning fire.
 
"This is everything…" she thought.
"And yet… I never want it to end."
 
Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, her chest pressing further into his, feeling the heat of his body, the strength in his arms as they held her.
 
His hands moved again, this time across her lower back, fingers splayed out as if tracing the lines of her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric of her top. 

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Onwards and upwards!!! No stopping you!!! We all are with you!!!

Hi readersp Sir

 
Thank you so much for this incredibly uplifting message. Your encouragement truly means more to me than I can easily put into words, and it’s deeply motivating to know that I have such strong support behind me.
 
Moments like this remind me why I keep pushing forward, onwards and upwards, indeed. Knowing that we’re moving together, not alone, gives me renewed energy and confidence to keep growing, learning, and challenging myself creatively.
 
I’m genuinely grateful for your belief and positivity. Having people who cheer you on makes the journey not only possible, but joyful, and I carry that support with me as I take the next steps. Thank you for being part of that momentum, it truly matters.
 
Thank you once again for your continued support from the beginning of my journey.
 
With warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 

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I agree 100% Rakesh. This is real erotica.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you very much for your compliments.

I truly appreciate your continued support and your ratings. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

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You are absolutely correct ? %

This story sets the Golden Standards for Erotic Stories. 

My Vote is in.

Hi Prasanna

Once again thank you very much for your compliments.  Thank you for saying it is the golden standard for Erotic Stories. That means a lot to me. 

 

I truly appreciate your continued support and your ratings. 
 
With warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 

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Well Said RCF. Shailu, please don't get discouraged by lack of many readers. They don't know the taste of real Erotica.  They just fall for sex stories, but once they understand the beauty of erotica, no one will leave your stories.

There's a big difference. It's like a difference between paper flowers and real flowers. It takes time to grow real flowers. But it's worth the wait.

Think about like this: there were lots of sex stories. Thousands if not lakhs. But, most of them are forgotten. But very few Romantic stories are remembered. Like Vennlo Aada pilla. Or if we go even back in time, Srungara Shakuntalam. Wonderful story. 

They stay in the history. Please don't get influenced by temporary numbers and praises. You have a value. 

I truly wish you write a real novel outside of this site. For everyone to read. You have the potential Shailu

I truly love your writing style.

Hi Prasanna

 
Thank you, truly, for taking the time to write something so thoughtful and encouraging. Your words reached me at a very meaningful level, and I want you to know how deeply I appreciate both your insight and your faith in my work.
 
You’re absolutely right about the distinction you drew. There is a profound difference between momentary consumption and lasting impact, between stories that exist only for instant gratification and those that grow slowly, take root, and stay with the reader. The metaphor of paper flowers versus real flowers is especially powerful, and it beautifully captures the kind of writing I aspire to create, even if it takes time and patience.
 
I’m grateful for your reminder not to be swayed by temporary numbers or fleeting praise. It’s easy to look at reach and visibility, but value is not always measured by volume. The examples you mentioned, stories that endured because of emotion, romance, and depth, reinforce why I write the way I do. To be compared, even in spirit, to works that have lived on in memory is genuinely humbling.
 
Your belief that erotica can be beautiful, layered, and meaningful, and that readers eventually recognize that beauty, gives me renewed confidence. And your encouragement to think beyond this platform, toward writing something lasting and widely read, means more to me than I can easily express. To hear that you see that potential in my writing is both motivating and grounding.
 
Thank you for your generosity, your perspective, and your sincerity. Support like this stays with a writer far longer than numbers ever do, and I will carry your words with me as I continue to write, grow, and aim higher.
 
Thank you once again for your continued support and the ratings you have been giving me.
 
With warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 
 

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You deserve every word of it sweetheart.

Thank you very much Prasanna

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Wow! The best scene. Excellent narration.

Hi Rajesh

 
Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m really glad the scene resonated with you, and hearing that you found it to be the best scene with excellent narration truly means a lot to me. Moments like these remind me that the care I put into pace, emotion, and detail is being felt by the reader, and that’s incredibly encouraging. I sincerely appreciate you taking the time to share this.
 
Thank you once again for your continued support and the ratings you have been giving me.
 
With warm regards
 
-- Shailu