#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.

[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...

[trulyyoursdevil]

Summer is going and winter is knocking slowly. I got a good overall results in my trimester exams and I can see how my parents are happy and feeling proud of me . I never realised till then , I realised myself my own potential. My daddy took me for a ride after gym session and surprised me with let me learn driving . I hugged him and as he is trusting me more than ever before . It is all so overwhelming as I love him more than ever . And he knows this now . While driving tbh I am more interested is our US time than driving. His sweat is making me crazy and so I kissed him few times while he is warning me to focus on road . Oh I love teasing him again and more! While his hands on wheel I took them back on my left breast and he is like dirty gal Focus. I smiled back and said daddy I LOVE YOU MORE ! he just smiled back and caressed my face with his big fingers . We were passing through an isolated road side with sun rising after a good sleep . I stopped the car and pulled back him as we are into each others arm and watching the sunrise . Oh lord it’s really wonderful and most beautiful view I have seen in recent times. I still smelling his sweat aroma and making me warm down underneath. His strong arms holding me closer and he kissed while pulling my face towards him . I gasped and surrendered as I was wanting this . He took my upper lips and sucked like strawberry 🍓. I hold his shoulders with nailing his track shirt. He took the lower lips and sucked and pulled harder than before and I sighed hard and my grip was more stronger than before . We were always crazy about kissing as it works like a switch gear where we need just a button press to start with . He gave hai tongue in my dry mouth and I sucked like a bad girl , which really am ! He shifted his seat lock down and pulled me over him . I was on his sweet lap . Oh daddy , I said while he grabbed my both boobs in his hands and playing my nipples while I was watching it . I pulled my T-shirt up holding it above my face while he put ahi hands inside my sports bra and shifter over my neck. I was locked in my tea shirt ghosted blind look . He pulled me back over him and sucked my right nipples and playing with my left boobs harder . My nipple were so much harder and probably saying very good morning daddy ! He whispered uff my little bitch I love you , daddy love u more than you imagine little brat . And chucked harder , I couldn’t do much except moaning high as T-shirt is still locked my hand up and face inside . He was kissing me all over my navel and waist and caressing and scratching my back deeper . We were sighing high in this such a wonderful morning . Hey Daddy I Love it!

Xoxo

[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]

"I'd much rather see you happy with another girl than bring you into the ruins of me." She had said.

"And what makes you think that I'm not a shipwreck too? With you only, I can sail and only your ruins can stop me from sinking. You see, I...I'd much rather drown with you then float holding a hand that's not yours." He replied.

[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