Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.
Today, one year has been passed since I lost my brother in an accident. It was a nightmare for me. Only I know how I have handled myself after that incident. My brother was like my baby for me. When I was ten, he was born and now I'm twenty-one and he is no more. I still remember that day when I had held him in my arms for the first time and how he had smiled at me. Sometimes, his memories hurt me a lot that I can't even explain in words.
But after losing him, I have realised one thing that life never stops, it moves on. People will come and go out of your life, nothing is permanent, everything is temporary in this life. We just have to accept things and move on with life. If you get stuck at one point, then it will get difficult to live, like my mother.
She has gone into severe depression after losing her son. Her condition is worsening day by day. My father and I are trying our best to cheer her up but I feel like she doesn't want to live. I know she was the mother of Nikhil but he was my baby too. I know it is difficult to accept the truth but that's what life is. We can't stop living, life moves on and mom needs to understand this sooner or later. Sometimes I feel like I lost my mom also with my brother that day and it hurts more to think this.
I'm standing under the shower and like every day, I'm thinking about my life. This is the only time when I think about my life, that's why I hate taking showers. I know people feel relaxed after the shower but I feel depressed and I don't know why. The water is cascading down my body and I'm running my hands all over my body to clean myself.
"Finally." I sighed and turned off the shower. I took the towel which was hanging in the bathroom and rubbed my body with it.
I stepped out of the bathroom after wrapping the towel and I got ready in ten minutes for the college. I'm not the type of girl who takes two-three hours to get ready. I don't apply makeup. Just lipgloss, sunscreen cream, eyeliner sometimes and I'm ready.
Last time glancing myself in the mirror, I walked out of my room with a smile on my face. Today, I'm wearing black jeans with a white off-shoulder top.
I strolled toward my parents' room. As I stepped into the room, I found my mom still sleeping because of the medicines she is taking. I heard the sound of water falling on the floor from the bathroom, I understood that dad is taking the shower.
I sauntered to Mom and kissed her forehead after leaning down, praying to God to make her fine soon.
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I came into the open kitchen of our house and started preparing omelettes and sandwiches for breakfast. This is my daily routine, wake up early in the morning, prepare breakfast and then leave for college.
"Good morning." I looked at my dad as he wished me. I was so engrossed in cooking that I didn't come to know when he walked inside and stood beside me.
"Good morning, dad." I smiled at him. He leaned down and gently kissed my forehead.
"So what are you making?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and then he moved his eyes from me to glass, in which I was whisking the egg for the omelette a minute ago.
He looked at me and I replied. "Omelettes and sandwiches." His corner of lips drawn down and his lower lip pouted out.
"Today also this boring breakfast. I wanted to eat aloo paratha, Inaya." I chuckled as he is showing tantrums like a small kid.
He is a damn cute and the most important person in my life. Nobody can say that he is 45 years old. He is a fun-loving person. He is the strongest person, I have ever seen. He is my inspiration. I'm trying to become strong like him and I love him so much.
"Eat healthy, stay healthy. We have kept Sunday for your unhealthy food like aloo paratha with lots of butter spreading on it. And let me remind you today is Thursday and you have to wait till Sunday." He was listening to me, pouting his lips out like I'm giving a lecture to him.
"Okay." He reluctantly agreed, having no other option because he knows me very well. I'm his stubborn daughter. I smiled at him. "Now let me help you." He turned on the gas with the lighter after putting the frying pan on it.
"Dad, you go. Mom can wake up at any moment and you should be with her, I'll do it myself." I asked him to go because leaving mom alone is dangerous. She can do anything.
He sighed deeply and said. "You're right." I can see the pain in his dark black eyes. He doesn't want to lose Mom.
"Mom will be fine soon, dad. Don't lose hope." I reassured him, putting my hands over his shoulders.
He gave me a faint smile. "I'll never lose hope. She has to get fine one day for me, for both of us and she will get fine." I can see the confidence in his back eyes. He loves mom a lot and his confidence gives me hope that one day mom will be fine like before.
I smiled slightly, thinking about those days when mom used to laugh with us. Her smile was so beautiful. I can't wait to see her bright and beautiful smile again. I miss my happy mom a lot.
Dad went to see mom, he loves her a lot and left everything for her. He was a maths professor in the government college but he left his job for mom because she needed him more. After that, we opened the coaching centre and luckily it became so popular in one year. He takes care of mom till afternoon until I come back from college and then he goes to the coaching centre. He comes back in the evening and then I go to teach students at our coaching centre. In starting days, we had faced lots of financial problems but now we're earning pretty well and I'm happy whatever it is.
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After one hour, I stepped into my parents' room, holding two plates in my hands. I saw dad is stepping out of the bathroom, holding mom's hand, maybe after bathing her because her hair is wet. She is staring straight like a lifeless soul. It hurts a lot every time I see her in this condition. She has become silent for one year.
I miss you, Mom!
After putting the plates on the table, I walked toward them. "Good morning, mom." She just looked at me blankly as I placed a kiss on her cheek. I'm feeling like she doesn't even remember me. My mom can't recognise me and it hurts a little more.
"Let's have breakfast as I'm starving," Dad uttered, I gave him an infinitesimal smile and nodded at him. We walked toward the sofa and settled down. Mom is sitting between us and still staring straight.
Dad started feeding her with so much love and I gazed at them affectionately. He is caressing her cheeks and kissing her forehead after every bite. I'm just admiring them. I can't even describe in words, how much dad loves mom. I also want to be loved like this by somebody and I want to love somebody like my dad.
Where will be my life partner? When I will meet him? I won't lie but I'm waiting for that day desperately. But don't know, will I get somebody like him or not? I wondered, looking at them.
Dad and I are cracking jokes to make mom laugh but she is just lost in her thoughts and staring at the walls which are in front of her. We both laughed at the joke loudly and when mom didn't even move her eyes, I stared at dad helplessly. Dad blinked his eyes in the assurance that she'll be fine. I pursed my lips to control my emotions and turned away my face dejectedly.
I sighed deeply, chuckling my thoughts before standing up from the sofa. "Dad, I'm getting late for college. So I'm leaving. Bye, and I love you." I bent down and hugged him before placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Bye, my doll and take care." He said, placing his hand over my face and Yes, I'm still his doll, his little doll.
We smiled at each other. "Bye, mom." I hugged mom tightly and waited for her to hug me back for a minute but she didn't as expected. I badly want her to hug me tightly and say I'm fine, Inaya. I broke the hug, fighting back with my tears.
I looked at mom, plastering a smile on my face and kissed her forehead after clasping her face. "I miss you, mom," I whispered, touching my face with her and a solitary tear trickled down my cheek mechanically. I pulled away from her after wiping off my tear. I came outside of the room after glancing at my parents for the last time before leaving.
I walked into my room and tied my hair in a high ponytail with the rubber band, standing in front of the mirror before hanging my bag over my shoulder and stepping out of my house to live a new day with excitement that what life has stored for me today.
He was rude, arrogant, aggressive, ruthless and dominating Mafia Boss, a frightening man. The whole world was under his feet. Nobody had ever dared to disobey him except one girl. Everybody was afraid of him but except one girl, that girl was badass, she was afraid of nothing in the world, she was a warrior, confident, fearless and brave businesswomen. She was the first girl who wasn't afraid of the Mafia boss; she had the audacity to challenge him, refuse his orders, argue with him, and flirt with him. In the beginning, he was annoyed that why she wasn't afraid of him and disobeying him. He tried everything to scare her, but she always shocked him with her braveness and boldness. He was finding her weaknesses and in the end, he himself became her first and only weaknesses, and she became his badass girl. A girl who was a pain in the ass of the mafia boss, how she became his badass girl? How he became ready to leave everything to protect her and to spend the rest of his life with her peacefully and how that girl changed the Mafia boss? If you want to know, then read the story of an arrogant Mafia boss and his badass girl. *** His hands explored every inch of her bare back, stirring desire and sending shivers down her spine. She pressed herself against his body, completely absorbed in the moment, forgetting about the whole world. She was melting with his touch. She whispered in the heat of the moment, "if this is the consequences of disobeying your order, then I'd break the rules over and over again." His lips curved into a smile against her lips. This time he cupped her face and kissed her very softly and chastely. "I like you and I want to make you my badass girl." She froze in place, her eyes dilated in shock. She couldn't believe that he had just confessed his love so lovingly. She was dazed, finding it hard to believe that the ruthless mafia boss stood before her. ***
āDaisy, do you know what your mistake is?ā He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because Iām not allowed to speak. āThat you said āyesā to marrying me.ā He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. āTherefore, Iāll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.ā He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. āStay still if you donāt want me to make your night worse,ā he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. āHappy anniversary, my fuck toy.ā He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** āFine. Iām leaving and never show you my face.ā He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. āBecause I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and Iām ready to take any path which leads me to you both.ā
He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * āStand up and bend over the bench.ā I comply with his orders. āAre you yearning for me, Wifey?ā āYes. I want to feel you deep inside me.ā āBut do you deserve it?ā He taps his hardness on my wetness. āJust f**k me, Steve.ā āSeriously, you think Iāll listen to you after what you did today?ā He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. āStay still if you donāt want me to spank your little pussy this time. Understand?ā āYes.ā āGood.ā He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. āYouāre my wife.ā He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. āYou belong to meā
Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** āPlease donāt punish me. Iāll be on time next time. It is just that-ā āIf next time you speak without my permission, Iāll shut you up with my shaft.ā My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** āYou belong to me, Kitten.ā He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. āIā¦ beā¦long.. to you, Masterā¦ā Iām just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.
When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was backāand with childāthey couldnāt wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, Iām the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the townās richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. āWay to go, honey!ā
On her wedding day, Khloeās sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didnāt commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrikās cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, āEither you or the baby survives!ā Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, āIām sorry, men no longer interest me.ā