A YEARNING CRAVING

It gnawed at him constantly, a secret flame burning within. He knew it was wrong, yet he longed for it with every fiber of his being. The enticement was suffocating, a siren song luring him closer to the edge of ruin. Individual thought, every whisper only fueled the craving. Obsessed, he pursued it with a intensity that threatened to engulf

“मतलब उसकी नजरों में रातों को मैं घर पर अकेला होता हूं और तुम मेरे साथ नहीं सोती। मेरी तुम्हारे साथ चुदाई नहीं होती। उसे लगता है तुम मे�