Pooja's Passion

By Chetna Khanna

Pooja is a young widow living with her mother-in-law in her husband's house. One day, Pooja meets her old colleague, Yash, who she had had a crush on, even before she got married. Yash, on his part, fell in love with Pooja when he first saw her. What happens as Pooja and Yash meet? Do sparks fly? Read the latest in the Edge of Ecstasy series from Chetna Khanna to know more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Srishti Publishers
• Release date: Oct 10, 2019

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POOJA'S PASSION

The Edge of Ecstasy #7

BY

chetana khanna

The Edge of Ecstasy Series

#1. Sanjana’s Seduction

#2. Aditi’s Game

#3. Sonal’s Adventure

#4. Tanvi’s Party

#5. Smriti’s First

#6. Anisha’s Wedding

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ONE

Pooja thought back to what had turned her on so much. Perhaps, it had been the lovemaking scene she had seen in a TV show the previous night. Or perhaps, the newlyweds she had seen in the local apparel shop, unable to keep their hands off each other.

Or it could even be the simple fact that it had been a month since she had felt something inside her, she thought.

She was wearing a simple saree which made things even worse because there were so many individual garments to remove or push out of the way to get to her vagina and her nipples. She wondered not for the first time if she should take to wearing T-Shirt and jeans more often, given that Ramesh had been long dead anyway. He had been good for nothing – usually not even for sex – her husband, except for the fact that he had remembered to pay his life insurance premium every year, leaving her in moderate comfort when he died from a drug overdose. Only, her mother-in-law, Ramesh’s only surviving parent, still lived with her and even though she was either asleep or out meeting her friends most of the day, she insisted Pooja dress modestly – which meant sarees or salwar-kameez.

Pooja gulped as she felt the yearning in her loins grow – felt her crotch get wet. She was in the sexual prime of her life at twenty-eight, widowed for one and a half years now. She had been sexually active in the one and a half years, meeting guys for casual hook-ups outside her residence usually (unless her mother-in-law was indisposed enough for a man to be snuck into the house) but it had gotten just too tiring to filter out the decently attractive men on