#Desi romantic story

[ji-jii-visha]

CHOOSE YOUR LOVESTORY

This is a little choice based fun game that I wanted to try. All you have to do is to choose the picture, make your choice and go on with the story. Tell me the results that you get in the end. ❤️

The stories are from the perspective of a heterosexual female who lives in North India.

Choose a home.

Home 1 Home 2 Home 3

(Please keep in mind that I'm nothing but a science student who loves desi aesthetic and please find it in yourself to pardon my historical inaccuracies if you find them, or text me in my inbox to share what i got wrong and what i can get right.)

I'll be sharing this story in a few parts scheduled at different days so hopefully you'll follow through and will like it. ❤️

[w-intent]

[hernepenthenotes]

It is love from which we never recover.

[sajra-savera]

Genuine question to the people in love, how do you go on with your day working and doing other stuff without losing your mind craving to be in their arms all the time?!

[peasunflower]

I wish the sunset lasted longer. I wish I could bathe in the shades of the sunset just for a second more. I wish I could soak in the chilly warmth and ask you questions about what tomorrow holds. I wish I could tell you I miss my friends terribly today. Or maybe I'd tell you how beautiful you look and how I always remove my glasses to look at you. I wish the sunset lasted longer and I could see you a little while more.

[trulyyoursdevil]

My new year dress-

My dad throws New yea party every year. It’s always very exciting and exhausting events for all of us . Since This year is pretty special for me as I found my life goals in love and my academics both , I wanted to end this year ending with love and joy! We had decorated our house with interior agency and we invited our friends and family . I went for shopping with my mom and she got nice bodycon dress for herself and after she wore it in trial room , it was as so beautiful. And also as she is pretty sexy mom , it fitted so well I her curvy body. I felt envious in my inner mind and soul . As she always wanted to be the centre of attention. I found myself a nice black dress with golden glitter in it . Definitely daddy is going to like mine most , I thought in my mind and smile came on my face . I showed to mom and she liked it too . We reached home and while dad came late home that evening , I was waiting for her and mom too obviously.

She showed our shopping and he loved mom’s dress most and liked mine too . But I can see he liked her dress more than mine . He pecked a kiss on my cheek while mom around and said good choice baby girl . I wasn’t happy enough with his reaction but I don’t want him to push hard so we went back in our room .

I was trying to sleep and wanted him to message about his reaction, but I couldn’t. It was past midnight and I wasn’t sleepy enough so I was playing my game . I saw knock on door and he came inside . I wasn’t giving much attention to him and he kept standing in front of tv as I was playing focused . He took the gamepad and thrown on other side of table nearby. He sit on his one foot informs of me as I was siting on floor and he caressed my hair in my left ear and kissed my forehead. I said nothing but a crybaby look. He was looking at me and said why I am sad face . I said you didn’t liked my dress and he said nothing but smiled with his signature smile. He took my both hands in his hands and kissed . Then he looked at me for a second and lift me up in his strong arms . I was in air in his arms now , I was thinking , what he is trying to say or do or both ! He kissed me and said you are having the best dress on this party and I loved every but of it . Before I could say anything he throws me on bed . He in on me , I can feel his warm breath which makes me high all the time . He came near my neck and kissed me there , I gasped and closed my eyes . He whispered in my ear , you little brat always envious right ? I said nothing and was just listening him. He took my both hands up and grabbed with his one hand . He pushed two fingers in my mouth and I stared sucking them without even asking him . Uff lord i am living his act. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and tasted back from his mouth. He then pushed his hand in my track pant and stared playing with my pussy . His wet lips are over mine and I am simply supporting his wild act . Our tongue were rolling over each others and his hand were scrolling over my thighs and then inner thugs and then my clit . My mind is not thinking straight and just enjoying the moments with ecstasy. He chewed my upper lips and I moaned high. Similarly he pushed his two fingers inside my wet pussy and start fingering high with his crafted style . Left and right and back and forth, my thighs started shivering and he taking advantage of it . He pulled my track off in one go and then stood over floor and undress his track pant . He lifted me on my lap and inserted his hard cock in my pussy hard . I was siting over his lap and he is driving me crazy . Faster and wilder . He is pounding me like mad bull or mad dog . I was simply gasping breathlessly and started shivering . His mouth was all over my boobs over my T-shirt. I begged to stop thrice and he came aggressively in me . He carefully put me over bed where my legs were still shaking and I was so lost in his beautiful art of love .

Oh daddy , i never knew you loved my dress so much!

Xoxo 💋

[letterstoyourlove]

[exoticxa]

I'm in my kitchen cooking to my heart. I feel somebody's presence behind me but I don't turn. Maybe I like surprises. Maybe I like to be in a position where I wait for something to happen. I do feel one of your fingers unzipping my dress to the very end. I gasp and gulp it down when I feel your lips under my ear. As my eyes shut down temporarily, I hear you whispering, "I'm hungry".

I swear.. not all of the inheritance can hold my knees in that moment as your hands curve around my waist inside that satin cloth. Your arms slither around me, tightening around my ribs, sinking deep into my skin, getting ready to conquer your prey once and for all. "It's being prepared... honey" is all I can say before your tongue pierces through the nape of my neck. "Baby... wait...", the only words I can mutter as you slide the strips of my dress down. You take the spatula out of my hand and start maneuvering. "This is how you move it, babe... slowly and side to side... This is how you prepare it..."

Your words.. I can't hear. Your lips.. I can feel... all over my neck and spine. The dress dangling on the edges of my nipples as you bring your lips back up... against my ear. "I'm waiting for you... Bring it in our room.."

Your instructions have reached me loud and clear. You leave me aching and wanting you more. I open my eyes and turn around seeing no one..

Was I just dreaming?

Or

Not...

[chowpatty-ka-icebear]

The Pinky Finger

Have you ever wondered, how life would be without our pinky finger???

Maine socha hai, yehi ki jo yeh pinky finger haina yeh baddi kamaal ki cheez hai yaar... You know bohot saare najane kyun parr values yeh hold karti hai yeh aapne aander...

Chahe woh ho do logo ke beech kiya hua promise...

Ya ho kisi bacche ka unke parent ke liye pyaar...

Ya ho hamari bacchpan ke friend/unfriend or katti-batti karne ka sabse easy method...

Ya ho do prem karne waalo ke beech mein prem ke ek pull ke jaisa...

Yeh jo pinky finger hai yeh harr moment mein values hold karta hai logo ki life mein... Isn't that beautiful?

And not forget, it being the universal sign for "pee" 😂 This pinky finger has always been by our side... Making our life and showing our emotions easier...

Pinky finger is like that sabse small sibling of the family... Who gets suppressed under the importance of his elder siblings like Middle and Ring finger... Aur sometimes it's sacrifices gets ignored... It's not like the small one isn't making any efforts... It's just that his elder sibling Thumb always steals the limelight in being the best of the bunch...

I don't even know why i thought about it but frankly speaking i can't unthink it now soo decided to share it here... 😂

@wizardcherryblossom hey, wanna hold your pinky finger with mine darling? 👉🏻👈🏻

[thatstolenpayal]

"le toh chalu main, tujhko waha pe

lekin waha pe sardi badi hai

kab main lagaaunga tujhko gale

khuda ki kasam, mujhe jaldi badi hai"

"odhungi aise main tujhko piya

sardi mujhko sataayegi kaise?

tujhko lagaaungi aise gale

koi gum ho jaata hai jaise"

"kis baat ki der phir tu lagaaye hai

khud ko ab roku main kaise?"

kashmir

[un-onnie-mousse]

My Roman Empire is the story of how "The Treasure of Sri" fell for the "The Beloved of Vishnu"

One was the beloved's treasure and the other was the treasure for their love.

[desifleabag]

Today, as I was cleaning my drawers and study table, I stumbled upon my wooden box filled with memories and tiny treasures given to me by people I cherish, along with items that reminded me of loved ones. I found a neatly folded paper inside the box, which turned out to be a heartfelt poem I had written for someone I loved deeply, or perhaps still love dearly? I'm not entirely sure.

I recall writing this poem and later performing it at a grand open mic event. He was supposed to attend, but I urged him not to, fearing it might be too obvious a proposal. However, after receiving overwhelming love and support from the audience, we were both elated. A few days later, I mustered the courage to share the poem with him, and his reaction was beyond my expectations. I never imagined myself confessing my love through poetry, let alone sharing it with him, but I did, bravely. What was his reaction? Did he like it? Did he love me in return? Let's not delve into the complexities of my peculiar life.

[w-intent]

[hernepenthenotes]

She pressed her cheek against his heart and lay there, grateful for the time she’d had with him, however short or long it had been, grateful she had known him, grateful that once, when she was young, she had experienced a love so strong that it did not go away, that decades and distance and miles and children and lies and letters could never make it disappear. She held him in her arms and said to him all she needed to say.

For that fraction of time, he was entirely hers.

Look at love

How it tangles

With the one fallen in love

Excerpt from Stationary Shop of Tehran by Marjan Kamali

[sajra-savera]

'The world doesn't revolve around her!' My friends told me. They were right but...

Who's gonna tell them that she's my whole fucking world?

[ji-jii-visha]

Home 3

(1991, Uttar Pradesh)

You've been waiting for your brother since last one hour, your rose gold watch has struck 3 and yet your brother hasn't come back home from his boasting spree. You're frustrated enough that you'd need to ask your brother for permission to travel and now he's going to make you wait for it too.

He went to meet his friends from abroad, whom you never got a chance to meet and whose advices made it difficult for you to even go abroad and study like your brother did. Not only did you loathe these guys, but also wanted to get rid of them at the earliest possible and that's why you were here. Because you learnt that these guys were to stay at your palace tonight and you wanted to run away at the earliest convenience.

And that is when one of the workers came rushing in, saying that you need to read the letter, it's been delivered in emergency.

Which one is the letter?

Letter 1 Letter 2 Letter 3