Indian Love Stories

By Chetna Khanna

Indian Love Stories is a collection of four electrifying stories as four girls decide to get adventurous in their relationships. Overflowing with romance and full of passion, these love stories are a rollercoaster of fun.
Varsha’s Honeymoon: Varsha and Sandeep are newlyweds and have been saving themselves for marriage. What happens when Varsha and Sandeep are left to their own devices in their marital bedroom?
Suhani’s Charms: A rainy night witnesses the meeting of Sandesh and a nubile young woman in an inn in Bengal. As the night progresses, it becomes clear that there is more to the meeting than a meeting of two bodies hungering for each other.
Amreen’s Lover: Amreen works as a house help in an upscale apartment complex. Rohit is a resident in the complex visiting his parents from abroad. What happens when the two meet?
Amreen’s Boyfriend: Amreen and Rohit might as well be from different planets. Amreen is a maid servant. Rohit is an NRI, visiting India for a brief period of time. But what happens when love takes over and makes them forget all about their status, money, and creed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Srishti Publishers
• Release date: Jun 7, 2020

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Suhani’s Charms

The Edge of Ecstasy Series

BY

CHETNA KHANNA

By the same author

Billionaire Romance Saga Books by Chetna Khanna

#1. Rashmi’s Affair

#2. Rashmi’s Lover

#3. Rashmi’s Billionaire Boyfriend

#4. Nikita’s Mistake

#5. Nikita’s Hero

#6. Zoya’s Attraction

#7. Zoya’s Experiment

#8. Zoya’s Admirer

Edge of Ecstasy Series Books by Chetna Khanna

#1. Sanjana’s Seduction

#2. Aditi’s Game

#3. Sonal’s Adventure

#4. Tanvi’s Party

#5. Smriti’s First

#6. Anisha’s Wedding

#7. Pooja’s Passion

#8. Namrata’s Thirst

#9. Varsha’s Wedding Night

#10. Amreen’s Lover

#11. Amreen’s Boyfriend

#12. ANVI’S Party Vol 2

#13. Varsha’s Honeymoon

#14. Bhumi’s Rebellion

#15. Suhani’s Charms

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Chapter One

Sandesh entered the dingy looking inn shivering from the cold. The rain had completely soaked his clothes. He felt wet and cold to the bone. There was a fire burning in the lobby’s fireplace however, and he felt better instantly.

Officer of the law? the man at the reception asked loudly.

He was a small round man, his belly sticking out, threatening to make his pants burst. Sandesh nodded wordlessly.

Oh, I was once in the Home Guard as well, the small round receptionist said, though I must say we had nicer uniforms.

Sandesh grunted, non-committal about his uniform’s appearance.

One room? the receptionist asked. A rusty metallic card on the reception desk announced his name as ‘Biswas Chatterjee: Owner/ Proprietor of Bangoli Inn’.

Sandesh nodded, unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt. Though still wet and cold, it felt nice to expose some of his skin to the warm cozy air of the inn’s reception.

Room will be a hundred per night, Biswas informed him.

That should be OK, Sandesh replied. Can I get food in the room for that price?

Biswas Chatterjee nodded. But we only have fish fry and rice, he said. I hope that is fine with the officer?

Sandesh nodded in response. What about entertainment? he asked.

Biswas smiled slyly, rubbing his belly. It can be arranged but it will cost you a hundred more, he said. Before or after dinner for the gentleman? He placed the room key with a loud bang on the reception desk.

After, Sandesh replied gruffly, feeling a fierce pain build up in his temples. He picked up his room key from the reception and began climbing the staircase up to the rooms.

Chapter Two

Dinner helped take away the pain almost completely, leaving behind a smaller dull pain in his temples – sort of like an echo of the pain he had been feeling earlier.

As he began massaging his temples, there was a knock on the door.

Getting back on his feet, Sandesh jumped off the bed and opened the door.

Outside, in the dim light of the hallway stood a nubile young woman seemingly in her early twenties clad in a saree that draped her body sparingly. Her belly was almost completely visible, as was a pink blouse so drenched in rain that the shape of her nipples showed.

The officer asked for… the woman began.

Sandesh nodded and stood aside to let the young woman enter.

As soon as she entered, she began to undress, taking off her saree quickly. Perhaps she had places to be, this late in the evening, Sandesh mused.

I am Suhani, she said, in a high-pitched but sweet voice, as she folded her saree, semi-naked, smiling. In the relatively better light of the room, Sandesh noted she had an unusual (for Bengal) creamy-white complexion. She had an innocent cherubic face which lit up with her smile. There was a small amount of fat around her belly but overall she looked quite beautiful for a Bengali prostitute.

She began to wordlessly unbutton her blouse revealing her breasts little by little. Sandesh felt an instant build-up of tension in his pants as he saw her deep dark cleavage get converted into a view of her beautiful round and large creamy-white skinned breasts with dark-pink large nipples. Her right breast was visibly larger than the left, hanging lower on her chest. Her areolas were the largest he had ever seen on a woman, prostitute or otherwise and his penis twitched as he thought about playing with Suhani’s beautiful breasts imminently.

He too began undressing as Suhani began untying the knot on her petticoat. It dropped to the floor revealing a bushy crotch, covered by long hair. Sandesh’s torso was revealed by now – his shirt and vest thrown on the floor; he kept his pants on but just unzipped them and took out his manhood and balls.

Sahib, you must pay the innkeeper for my services later, Suhani said, her magnificent breasts jiggling a little as she spoke. If you do not pay, he will not pay me my share. It is tough times for girls like me anyway…

Despite his state of arousal, Sandesh couldn’t suppress his curiosity. Tough, why? he asked.

There is a serial killer on the loose in Bengal, Suhani said. He targets women – mostly married women.

She approached Sandesh and placed a hand on his organ, beginning to massage it gently as she stood facing him. Sandesh gasped. Her hands were warm and soft and they felt wonderful on his erection. Legend is that this man lost his wife, and so he kills every married woman he comes across.

You… married? Sandesh asked, forming words with some difficulty as Suhani now reached his balls, rubbing them in her left hand gently, her breasts jiggling wonderfully as she stimulated him. Suhani tightened her hold on his balls as she replied, making him squirm where he stood.

No, but then there were reports he had begun targeting women… like me, she said. Surely you know more as an officer of the law? She placed a thumb at the base of his penis even as she rubbed his balls, making her breasts push together inadvertently.

Unable to speak, Sandesh nodded, staring into the dark chasm between her breasts.

You… are… safe… he said breathlessly. He placed a hand on her right breast, squeezing it.

Yes of course, Suhani replied, still massaging his balls, seemingly unaffected by his tight squeeze of her