Shalini was a house wife. It was her third wedding anniversary, but her husband had gone on a month long official tour to the US. She was not even expecting a call from him as she knew that he was a workaholic and would not bother to wish her. For him, their anniversary was just another day in life. But deep down in her heart she always wished for a romantic anniversary date with her husband.

She was reading the newspaper and caught a glance at the advertisement of a newly inaugurated food court in her area. “May be I should try something from here,” she thought to herself. She picked up her mobile and called at the given number. “Hello! This is Yummy Food Hub, how can I help you?” a man on the other side said.

This voice seemed familiar to Shalini. She asked, “Who’s on line?” “Yash from Yummy Food Hub”, came his reply. Shalini went into her college memories. Yash …… he was her college crush. She always fantasized about him. She desired to be in his arms, kiss him, make love with him. But Yash never realized her feelings for him. He was committed to someone else.

After a long day at office, Sahil came out and saw Khushbu waiting eagerly for him. They were in relationship for two years. Circumstances were quite favorable and they were having a nice time together. Khushbu and Sahil had met in a local train, when both were going for an interview. Incidentally they were going to the same company and Sahil came to know this when Khushbu rushed and grabbed the seat next to him.

Riya and Shantanu’s relationship hit the rocks and they decided to separate. Almost after eight years, Riya got appointed as the manager in a company. With great excitement and a bit of anxiety, she walked towards her office building and pressed the elevator’s button. When the door was opened, she was shocked. Shantanu was standing inside the elevator. It was an awkward moment for Riya and was evident on Shantanu’s face too.

Shantanu wanted to talk but couldn’t. As the elevator reached the eight floor, both of them stepped out, rubbing against each other’s shoulders. This ignited a spark. Shantanu could hold no more.

It was the last day of the graduation. Everybody was busy discussing the dress code for the most awaited farewell party. And so were Riya and Shantanu.

Shantanu was in the same school  since the beginning and  Riya had joined in class IX and since then they were good friends. They took admission in the same college too. Finally it was decided that boys will wear a double – breast coat and girls will be dressed in an evening gown.

“Oh I am so damn excited to see the beauties of our batch today”, said Shantanu. Riya didn’t reply. She was engrossed in her thoughts. “Riya….. are you not excited?”, asked Shantanu. She was puzzled. “I don’t have an evening gown. What will I ……. Wear tonight?” Riya was in tears. Shantanu took her in his arms and hugged her tight and said, “Let’s buy one”. Riya pushed him back and left for home.

After satiating Shekhar’s taste buds with an exotic meal, it was time to satiate his inner hunger. Suman was ready for the main act and she asked Shekhar to get to the bedroom where she would accompany him in a while. If you haven’t read the previous parts of this story, read it now. Part-I & Part-II.

Suman had everything she needed to make their anniversary special. Time, plan, sexy lingerie and a motive to seduce Shekhar with her moves. If you haven’t read the previous part, read it here.

Love can happen anywhere, anytime, with anyone! When Suman met Shekhar for the first time, she had never thought that they would spend a lifetime together. But after two years of dating, the dream came out to be true. Both families agreed to get them tied in the sacred knot of marriage and that is how a new chapter in their love story began.

Spending a naughty evening with Smita Bhabhi has pumped up Ram’s spirit to a great level. He was curious to know what the special treat was. If you haven’t read the previous parts, read it here: part-I & part-II.

The evening with Smita Bhabhi was turning out to be quite pleasurable for Ram. For the starters, she had chosen to dress up in a sensual hot nighty. Moreover, she was eager to play a warm host that evening. If you haven’t read the first part, read it here.

Living as a widowed lady in Indian society is not an easy task. At every step, people look at you like you are a curse and make your life pathetic. I have been facing this behavior since my husband died 3 years back. Moreover, as I am young people keep tabs on my behavior and life. They feel I am the right gossip material as I live alone in a respectable society and earn myself. A lot of ladies around even questioned my character when they found I am not willing to marry for the second time.