Sidhant locked the door of his private gym studio with a loud click. The lights were dimmed low, and only the two of them remained. Sana stood nervously in the corner wearing a modest black tracksuit, her dupatta still draped over her chest like the shy, innocent wife she was.
“Finally alone, Mrs. Sharma,” Sidhant said with a dark smirk, walking towards her like a predator. He was shirtless, his massive, veined arms and ripped abs glistening with sweat.
Being a student and a creator is a whole mood. Between uni fees and bills, I’m out here doing my best to keep the stories coming! Just a heads up: When you pay through the platform, they take such a huge cut that I only actually see about half of it. If you want to support me directly so it 100% reaches me, you can tip here. Even the smallest bit helps more than you know. Thanks for being real ones! ✨
Write a comment ...