Prologue
Nandini. Just Nandini. No surname, no identity to claim as her own. She wanted a life built on her own terms, and a hand reached out—a gilded cage offered in exchange for a lifetime spent in another man’s bed. She accepted, trading freedom for a future, stepping willingly into the lion’s den. Will she survive without love? Will their connection ever be more than raw, hungry lust?
Prologue
Crimson silk draped over her skin, the red saree clinging to every curve. Nandini sat on the edge of the bed, the room opulent, suffocatingly so. She was waiting.
The door swung open, and he strode in, Manik. His eyes raked over her, assessing, claiming.
“Finally,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Our night, Nandu.”
A slow, deliberate smile curved her lips. “Yes, Manik.”
He moved closer, the heat radiating off him. “You know what to do.” A wink, predatory and knowing.
“I am all yours,” she breathed, and reached for him, pulling him into a desperate embrace.
The night unfolded—scorching, breathless, a primal dance of bodies and desires. Wild, reckless, and consuming. It went on for hours, a burning furnace.
The story continues…
Hi lovelies… I’m sharing the first glimpse of “Love? Nah Lust.” I hope you enjoy this genre as much as I do. Let me know what you think—should I continue?
Are you excited?
This story will contain mature language and explicit scenes. It’s intended for an adult audience. If you’re uncomfortable, please leave now. I won't be offended.
I intend to give Manik and Nandini the story they deserve. I hope you’ll support me.
With love, Akshaya ❤️