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Gunjan looks through the small window outside the Admissions Department of Hansraj college at Delhi University. “Gunjan Pradhan” She says confidently before sliding her documents through the window and watching the attendant carefully assess them. As Gunjan watched the attendant meticulously examine her documents, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride mixed with nervous anticipation. This moment marked the culmination of months of hard work and dedication, all leading up to this pivotal point.

Arjun, the only boyfriend Gunjan had ever had since their days in class 7th, struggled academically. Despite his efforts, he couldn't score well in his exams, while Gunjan had excelled. She remembered the tearful conversations they had shared, where they vowed to support and love each other no matter what. Kissing each other they’d promised to work against the odds and make the long-distance work.

Gunjan's fingers tapped nervously against the window ledge as she silently prayed for her documents to be accepted. As the admissions assistant scrutinized Gunjan's documents, his brow furrowed in concern. "Gunjan, your academic record is impeccable, but there seems to be a missing document here," he remarked, his tone tinged with skepticism. "I-I must have overlooked it," Gunjan stammered, her voice betraying her anxiety. "Is there any way I can provide it later? I promise it's genuine."

Samarth, a senior at the college renowned for his prowess on the basketball court, stood tall and commanding. His muscular frame filled out his shirt and jeans with effortless confidence, and his dark hair added to his dashing appearance. With a determined stride, Samarth approached the window, and the assistant's demeanor immediately shifted. Recognition flickered in the assistant's eyes as he remembered Samarth receiving numerous trophies from the university president for his basketball achievements. “Fresher hai, galti ho jaati hai, aapse nahi hui kya kabhi, Gupta ji?” Samarth greeted, his voice carrying authority. Samarth swiftly negotiated with the assistant. Within minutes, Gunjan's missing document was deemed unnecessary, and her admission was secured.

Gratitude flooded Gunjan's heart as she thanked Samarth profusely. In that moment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at his charisma and determination. Little did she know, their encounter would mark the beginning of an unexpected friendship that would change the course of her journey.

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This isn’t a quickie. If you do decide to pursue this slow-burn plot do send me an idea of the direction you wish to take things for Samarth, Gunjan, and Arjun.

Thanks!

It's quite simple, actually. You finish a dare you get an Amazon gift card in return. For your first "dare", send me a small but well-written introduction.

It's quite simple, actually. You finish a dare you get an Amazon gift card in return. For your first "dare", send me a small but well-written introduction.

I'm looking for a female-led relationship experience with a touch of cuckolding/(mild)humiliation built in. I enjoy denial, my daily tasks being controlled etc. This is obviously a shot in the dark, I now realise how little people know about female-led relationships.

I will pay you in Amazon Gift cards as soon as we start talking.

DMs are open for well-spoken, articulate women!

I'm looking for a female-led relationship experience with a touch of cuckolding/(mild)humiliation built in. I enjoy denial, my daily tasks being controlled etc. This is obviously a shot in the dark, I now realise how little people know about female-led relationships.

I will pay you in Amazon Gift cards as soon as we start talking.

DMs are open for well-spoken, articulate women!

The courtyard of the apartment building was alive with the vibrant colors and sounds of Navratri. The rhythmic beats of the dhol echoed in the night air as lights sparkled around the gathering. Naina Sharma stood amidst her friends, looking resplendent in a deep maroon saree adorned with delicate golden embroidery that shimmered with every movement. The saree was draped elegantly, accentuating her grace and poise. Tonight, she had added a touch of nostalgia to her attire—a waist chain that hugged her waist gently, its delicate jingling a reminder of the love her husband had once showered upon her. It was a piece he had gifted her on their first anniversary, and wearing it now, almost two years after his sudden passing, felt like a quiet tribute to the memories they had shared.

As she twirled and moved gracefully, playing dandiya with her friends, there was a subtle joy in her eyes, a joy that hadn't been seen in a long time. But in between her laughter and the swirl of sticks clashing rhythmically, her gaze often drifted towards the edge of the courtyard. There stood her son, Prateek, a soft drink in one hand and a pair of dandiyas in the other. He leaned against a pillar, a hint of a smile on his face, but his eyes carried a trace of loneliness.

Prateek watched the others play, his grip on the dandiyas loose, as he took another sip from his drink. He could see the other kids running around in carefree circles, but they were too young for him to join in. He stood there, a little apart from the crowd, feeling out of place. Though he had plenty of friends over the years, true connections always seemed to elude him. Most of his so-called friends were drawn to his circle, not for him, but for his mother. They’d often find excuses to visit, their eyes wandering, looking for a glimpse of Naina. And even though he didn’t say it out loud, Prateek knew the truth—many of them just wanted a chance to talk to her, to somehow get closer to the beautiful woman who stood at the heart of tonight's celebration.

But soon the energy shifted when a murmur ran through the crowd—Vasant Sarakar, a four-time MLA and a man of considerable influence, had arrived. His presence was hard to miss; the very air seemed to change as the SPG cleared a path through the gathering. Vasant owned more than half of the flats in the building, and his arrival commanded a kind of respect and deference that few others could match.

Vasant Sarakar, dressed in an elegant kurta, moved towards the center of the crowd, his hands folded in a traditional greeting. He walked with a slow, deliberate stride, nodding respectfully to everyone who greeted him. His eyes scanned the gathering, accepting the reverence and attention as his due. But then, his gaze fell upon Naina.

While most eyes were on him, Naina remained focused on her dandiya, her movements graceful and precise, almost as if she was in a world of her own. Vasant's eyes lingered on her, taking in the way the maroon saree accentuated her figure, the soft shimmer of the fabric, and then settling on the waist chain that glittered with each twirl. His gaze moved up slowly, pausing briefly at her chest before meeting her eyes.

Without hesitation, he stepped towards her, his security immediately parting to make way for their respected leader. He approached with a smile that seemed both charming and calculated, his eyes not leaving Naina’s face.

"Namaste, Naina ji," he said, his voice smooth and courteous, yet carrying the weight of someone accustomed to getting what he wanted.

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This is an attempt to explore a (mild) cuckolding scenario between a frustrated son who’s unable to make any friends without them wanting to get close with his mother- Naina. However, this time, his foe is a different beast altogether. I’m open to extensions of this idea or any other alternate plotlines you think we should pursue.

Thanks!

• Calming, assertive voice. Something to goon to easily?
• Must be articulate, descriptive, and write well.
• Must be open to kinks.
• Don't write like you never went to school.

DM me with a small, well-written introduction, and we'll start there.

Pretty much the title. I'm looking for a woman that's articulate, expressive and kink-freindly. I'd like you to play a girlfriend who knows her boyfriend is (kind of) punching above his weight with her and isn't afraid to let him know that. It would start off as touching on my insecurities and slowly I'd like to evolve into serious cuckolding. I could pay you in Amazon gift cards to do this roleplay and that should tell you how serious (and perhaps desperate) I am for this to be true. I know this is a shot in the dark, but DM me to discuss details if you're into it?

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Pretty much the title. I'm looking for a woman that's articulate, expressive and kink-freindly. I'd like you to play a girlfriend who knows her boyfriend is (kind of) punching above his weight with her and isn't afraid to let him know that. It would start off as touching on my insecurities and slowly I'd like to evolve into serious cuckolding. I could pay you in Amazon gift cards to do this roleplay and that should tell you how serious (and perhaps desperate) I am for this to be true. I know this is a shot in the dark, but DM me to discuss details if you're into it?

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