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Kusum shifted slightly in her sleep, her movements unguarded, unaware. One of her hands came to rest over Veerendra's chest, her bare body brushing against his, the contact sending a sharp, unwanted stir of awareness through him. For a brief moment, instinct rose, familiar and immediate-but he did not act on it.

Instead, his gaze moved away.

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storiesByAnushka

Step into the intense and enthralling world of polyamorous relationships, where passion, power, and complex emotions reign supreme. As a writer, I craft mature, boundary-pushing tales that delve into the intricate dynamics of unconventional love and the raw depths of human connections.