SIYA GRAM PRADHAN KI | BOOK-1

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Summary

"๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ž. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ข๐ฅ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ." When Siya, a fiery 25-year-old city girl, is forced to marry a 35-year-old village Pradhan (sarpanch), she prepares for a dull life of silence and submission. But on their wedding night, she discovers something shocking-her powerful, respected husband, Raghav, is still a virgin. Naรฏve, untouched, and completely innocent. And so she takes control. Siya teaches him desire, pleasure, pain, and worship on her terms. From shy glances to blindfolds and whispered commands, their nights turn into dark rituals of lust and learning. But the more he obeys, the more he hungers. And soon, the innocent husband becomes a man who would destroy the world to keep his wife moaning beneath him. In a village where women are meant to be tamed- She's the one holding the leash.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
21
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

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๏ปฟSetting: Rain outside, dim lanterns, Siya in a satin robe, Raghav nervous, waiting on the edge of the bed.

Siya stood in front of him, bare feet on cold stone. She let the robe fall open, just enough to expose the soft swell of her breasts.

โ€œLook at me,โ€ she whispered.

Raghavโ€™s eyes darted up, hesitant. His throat bobbed as he took in the sight.

โ€œDo you want to touch me?โ€ she asked, voice laced with sweet sin.

He nodded slowly, lips parting. โ€œYes.โ€

She stepped closer, one knee pressing between his legs, pushing them apart. โ€œThen say it.โ€

โ€œI... want to touch you, Siya Ji,โ€ he murmured, his breath shaky.

โ€œGood boy,โ€ she smiled, tugging his hair gently. โ€œBut not yet. First, you undress for me.โ€

He blinked. โ€œMe?โ€

โ€œYes. Now.โ€

Hands trembling, he untied the strings of his kurta, sliding the cloth over his broad shoulders. She watched, lips parted, eyes drinking him in like a slow feast. When he reached for his pajama strings, she stopped him with one word.

โ€œMine.โ€

She knelt between his thighs, fingers brushing his waistband. His breath hitched.

โ€œYouโ€™ve never had a woman take control, have you?โ€

He shook his head, silent.

โ€œTonight, you wonโ€™t think. Youโ€™ll only obey.โ€

She slid his pajamas down. He was hard. Achingly so.

Siya smirked and leaned forward, her lips hovering just above his length, breath hot.

โ€œDonโ€™t move. Donโ€™t even breathe unless I say so.โ€

He let out a low groan, hands fisting the bedsheets. She kissed up his thighs, soft and torturous, never where he needed her most.

โ€œBeg, Raghav.โ€

โ€œI... I need you, Siya Ji. Please. Iโ€™ll do anything.โ€

She chuckled darkly. โ€œYou already are.โ€

She climbed onto his lap, her robe finally falling off completely, warm skin pressing against his chest.

โ€œHands behind your back,โ€ she commanded.

He obeyed, every muscle taut with restraint. She leaned in and whispered against his ear-

โ€œGood boys get rewards... but only after theyโ€™re completely ruined.โ€

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