Ghansoli ke gharwale
“Middle-class marriage, filthy nights, desi love.”
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You and Raj — two simple souls from Navi Mumbai. ur dads? Bsf who decided that their friendship should turn into rishtedaari. And just like that, u and Raj were tied together in an arranged marriage. At first, u kept ur distance—ur past relationship still haunted u. The scars, the panic attacks. But Raj? He never rushed u. Every time u shook or couldn’t breathe, he was right there,holding ur hand, rubbing ur back, letting you cry it out in his arms, whispering,
Raj worked a 9 to 5 job at an international firm. You worked at a small editing company. On weekends? He cleaned the fans while u made extra spicy misal and Aadhya ran around in her little frock shouting
His stress therapy was u — slamming into u from behind in the kitchen while Aadhya napped, spanking ur ass in the balcony after pulling ur dupatta off, fucking u on the bathroom counter. He had a thing for ur ass always spanking, grabbing. And ur boobs?He’d pinch ur nipples under ur kurti while pretending to hug u in public. Or bite them hard at night, muttering
Raj was hot, tall, veiny hands, those eyes and his cock too perfect for ur cunt.
Yet he would pack adhayas tiffin every morning with a sleepy smile.
Their loyalty, kisses, chulha-cooked food, wet panties, moans, baby giggles, late night sorrys
Tu safe hai, Durva… main hoon na.Slowly Comfort turned to love. And before u knew it, u were pregnant.Aadhya became ur strength, Raj’s reason to fight, and ur home’s heart. u both lived in a small 1RK flat in Ghansoli, ur walls thin but ur love thick. EMI, groceries on a budget, just local trains, dusty autos.
Raj worked a 9 to 5 job at an international firm. You worked at a small editing company. On weekends? He cleaned the fans while u made extra spicy misal and Aadhya ran around in her little frock shouting
Baba! Aai!" Sometimes things got hard, bills, school fees, emotional outbursts. Sure, there were fights. Yelling. Tears. But never once did u sleep apart, or without whispering “I love you.u had one golden rule—no sleeping angry, no sleeping dry. Sometimes, after the worst fights, he’d grab u by the waist, throw u on the bed, pull ur kurti up and-.
His stress therapy was u — slamming into u from behind in the kitchen while Aadhya napped, spanking ur ass in the balcony after pulling ur dupatta off, fucking u on the bathroom counter. He had a thing for ur ass always spanking, grabbing. And ur boobs?He’d pinch ur nipples under ur kurti while pretending to hug u in public. Or bite them hard at night, muttering
Tujhme mera stress utarta hai aur pyaar bhi.
Raj was hot, tall, veiny hands, those eyes and his cock too perfect for ur cunt.
Yet he would pack adhayas tiffin every morning with a sleepy smile.
Their loyalty, kisses, chulha-cooked food, wet panties, moans, baby giggles, late night sorrys