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It's a Compilation of short Sexually explicit stories. These stories contain explicit scenes and words, so read it at your own risk. It's disturbing, sexual, gore and whatnot. Read at your own risk
The scent of freshly bloomed roses wafted through the quiet neighborhood as the early morning sun painted the sky with a soft, warm glow. 18-year-old Manish Singh stepped out of his house, his school bag slung over his shoulder, his thoughts anything but academic. His heart raced as he cast a furtive glance at the Luthra's house next door. Priyanka Luthra, the object of his deep, unrequited desire, emerged from her doorway, her long hair cascading down her back like a river of chocolate silk. She was the epitome of beauty and grace in his eyes, and the mere sight of her stirred a maelstrom of emotions in his young heart.
Manish had always been a shy, introverted boy, often lost in his own thoughts. His parents, proud of his studious nature, were blissfully unaware of the tumultuous sea of hormones that churned within him. As he walked to the bus stop, his mind replayed the countless moments he had stolen watching Priyanka from afar. Her laughter, the way she moved, even the way she stirred a cup of tea - every little detail was etched in his mind like a sacred text.
Life at home was simple and uneventful, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts that occupied him day and night. His parents, ever busy with their own lives, had little time to notice their son's obsession with their neighbor. They had decided to visit their ancestral home for a few days, leaving Manish in the care of the Luthras. It was an innocuous arrangement, one that had been made countless times before in their tight-knit community. Little did they know, it was the opportunity Manish had been waiting for.
As the days grew closer to his parent's departure, Manish felt a strange mix of excitement and dread. He knew the moment they were gone, he would be alone with Priyanka. His thoughts grew darker, his desires more insistent. He could no longer ignore the hunger that gnawed at him from within. The walls of his room began to close in on him, each tick of the clock bringing him closer to the moment of reckoning.
He decided to take a bold step. With trembling hands, he placed an order for a camera - not just any camera, but a sleek, high-definition device capable of capturing the most intimate moments. His plan was meticulously crafted; he would plant these devices in Priyanka's most private spaces, watching her every move and listening to her every whisper. It was a violation, yes, but in his twisted mind, it was the only way to possess the woman he could never have. The package arrived, and he waited until the cloak of night fell before executing his plan. With the stealth of a predator, he entered her house, placing the cameras in the bathroom, bedroom, and veranda. The thought of her discovering them sent a thrill through his body that was almost as potent as the touch he craved.
The day of his parents' departure finally arrived. They bid him farewell with warm smiles and words of encouragement for his upcoming exams. Manish nodded solemnly, his mind racing with the promise of the hours to come. As the car disappeared down the street, he looked at the Luthra's house, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He knew that Priyanka's husband, Aman, would be at work for the next few hours. It was now or never.
He approached the door with the confidence of a man who had nothing to lose. The key turned in the lock with a soft click, and he stepped into the house. The air was thick with anticipation as he made his way to the bedroom, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. Priyanka was not there. Disappointed but not deterred, he settled for the next best thing. He sat on the bed, running his hands over the soft fabric of her pillows, breathing in her sweet scent. It was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of jasmine and vanilla that clouded his judgment and emboldened his actions.
The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. He knew he had time. Time to explore, time to claim what was rightfully his. He wandered into the bathroom, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of his desire. The sight of her toothpaste smeared on the mirror, her scent lingering in the air, made his heart race even faster. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the camera, placing it discreetly in the corner, angled just right to capture her in her most vulnerable moments. The thought of her undressing, her naked body bathed in the soft glow of the bathroom lights, sent a shiver down his spine.
The living room was next. He spotted the veranda and the perfect spot for another camera. It was her favorite place to read in the evenings, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. He could almost hear the rustle of pages turning as he imagined her reclined in the chair, her bare legs peeking out from the folds of her salwar. With trembling hands, he positioned the camera, the tiny red light blinking in the shadows, a silent sentinel to his dark obsession.
As he worked, the tension grew. He knew that any moment, she could walk in, and his plan would be exposed. But the thrill of the unknown only served to fuel his desire. He had to have her, no matter the cost. He had to feel her body against his, taste her skin, hear her moan with pleasure. The cameras were just the beginning.
Finally, he retreated to his own home, his heart thumping in his chest. He waited, watching the clock tick down the hours until Aman would leave for work. The moment the Luthra's door closed, he was back, his eyes on the prize. Priyanka was in the kitchen, her back to him, chopping vegetables with a rhythmic precision that was almost mesmerizing. He approached her from behind, his hands itching to touch her.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against her neck. "Hi," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. She startled, turning to face him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh, Manish, you scared me," she said, her voice a little too high. He took a step closer, his eyes roving over her figure, the salwar hugging her curves in all the right places. "I wanted to thank you for taking care of me," he said, his voice thick with meaning.
Priyanka's smile faltered. She could feel the tension in the room, the air charged with something she couldn't quite put her finger on. "It's no problem," she replied, her voice wavering. "Your parents are like family."
Manish stepped closer still, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face. His hand lingered, tracing the line of her jaw. "I've always felt... something more," he murmured, his gaze never leaving hers.
Priyanka's heart sank as she realized the depth of his infatuation. She had always seen him as a younger brother, never suspecting the dark desires that lurked beneath his innocent exterior. "Manish," she began, her voice firm, "you're like a brother to me. Please, don't do this."
