Twenty minutes later, she emerged. A plain cotton saree—pale yellow, the colour of early morning—was wrapped around her. Her hair still wet, slicked back from her face. No makeup. No jewelry except the mangalsutra.
Raghav sat on the edge of the bed. The brass lota was beside him now, empty.
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An innocent daughter obeys her father's call to his study, where his careful words and lingering glances begin a slow, tender corruption she doesn't yet realize is going to become her world of pain and pleasure. For all ddlg, pet master story lovers this is for you.
On her wedding night, a naive bride consents to her husband's desires, unaware he will train her as his masochistic sex slave.
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