Twisted Temptations: Adventures of Rich Housewives ǀ When love and desire meets money and power

By Kamini Kusum

They are bold; they are beautiful. They are the rich better-halves of powerful men.
These queens seek intense love and attention, and don’t hesitate to follow their heart. Not worrying about the risks, they aren’t going to compromise when it comes to love.
With money and power on their side, they know how to make things work for them. Their adventures have secrets, love, twisted temptations and immense thrill.
A young woman from a royal family hides a secret nobody can ever know. The gorgeous wife of a diamond tycoon finds a new way to spice up her boring life. A South Delhi socialite is married to a hotelier, but there is a fiery lover in the picture too.
Twisted Temptations is a collection of stories about rich and strong-headed women, who can go to any extent to get that much needed kick in their lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Srishti Publishers
• Release date: Mar 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9789395192170

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The Royal Secrets

1

Y ou look absolutely stunning even in this white cotton sari, Mihir said fixing his gaze on Ridhima. Nothing has changed. You look the same as you did during those college days in the US. Who would say you are a mother of five years old twins?

But you have changed. You look robust, fitter and more handsome than ever.

Thank you, he said softly. You know something; I have missed you a lot. When you got married, I realised I had lost something precious. Our break up was the worst thing that happened to me. To be true, I never found a girl like you, neither in the foreign land nor in India.

Ridhima gazed at him seductively for a while and said, It seems you are not happy with your wife. It’s hardly been a year you got married to my sister-in-law. Does she not keep you happy?

Mihir took a deep sigh. Nita is a girl all into domesticity, carrying loads of royal discipline, heavily bound by cultures and too much self restrained. And if she is not into all these, she turns into a book nerd piercing her eyes into some spiritual books. No doubt she is my mom’s favourite. My mother keeps ranting how Nita is the perfect royal bride who would carry our traditions beautifully. All these things are fine but…

But? Ridhima looked curious.

She is cold. She is like a dead fish on the bed. She can’t understand my needs. She does not seem capable of crazy love making, something I desire. She is nowhere close to you. He said with disappointment, but his eyes still hovering all over her face. But I am sure your husband Omkar would be a happy and satisfied man. You would be keeping him on the edge of pleasure all the time. I know behind this sari clad soft graceful royal lady of Kanavpur, is a hot sensual woman who can bring any man down to his knees. Mihir whispered those last few words coming close to her.

Ridhima chuckled and looked around. Nobody was there. They both had been desperate to talk to each other for a long time, but somehow the conversations were always formal since they were surrounded by family members. Today Ridhima had intentionally gone to the back side of the palace, which was usually aloof. She knew when two ex- lovers longed to meet; there could be any sort of conversation which may have to be concealed from people.

Don’t you think we are talking weird things on our father-in-law’s prayer meet day? Ridhima asked, trying to fathom his thoughts.

Absolutely not! Maharaj Virendra Singh of Kanavpur is anyway dead. I know people have high regards for him and always called him maharaj even in these modern times. People say he was generous, a man of priciples, a spiritual soul and all those great sounding things. People said he loved his wife more than anything else and after her death he was shattered. But my eyes could scan him in and out in just a few meetings. I can tell you he definitely had a face not known to the public. I know he was your father-in-law and mine too, but I don’t regret saying anything about him. One of my acquaintances had informed me about a rumour that he was having an affair and he was with a lady in a closed room of his farmhouse. Obviously, he would be fucking her. But nobody knew who the lady was and so the rumour died. The man anyway had an easy death through heart attack. Mihir grinned.

Ridhima was quiet for a while and said, sounding shocked, I didn’t know about this rumour.

Forget it. Tell me, does your husband keep you happy and satisfied?

Why do you ask? she asked with a subtle smile.

Because I know you well. A super hot woman like you with burning desires needs an equally hot man to satisfy you well. Isn’t it? Mihir winked.

A twisted and faded look took over her face. My husband is the same as your wife, she said in a gloomy tone. Perhaps both brother and sister are the same; dull and boring.

Nothing could beat our chemistry. We could set things on fire. Isn’t it? Mihir looked deep into her eyes and their gazes were locked. The two pairs of eyes were trying to fathom the hidden desires. I wish I could take you in my arms, plant a kiss on your throbbing lips, caress every part of your sensual body and do everything exactly the way we used to. He whispered.

Throwing a naughty, sensuous look at him, Ridhima said in a husky tone, Wishes do come true, if you try for it.

She had already dropped the hint and he lapped it up. Mihir knew no one was watching them and he didn’t want to miss even the slightest of opportunity to get intimate with her. He instantly grabbed her waist and placed his lips on her soft voluptuous lips. He kissed her gently and then fiercely. She parted her lips to let him taste her deeper. The long lost lovers passionately caressed each other, experiencing the same old sensations that could instantly ignite the fire in them. His lips came down and started planting kisses all over her neck. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as his kisses grew intense. He removed her anchal exposing her breast tucked inside her blouse. He grabbed both her breasts which almost fit into his palms though not completely.

These seem to have grown bigger, he said digging his fingers into the fabric that wrapped her swollen flesh. Perhaps your husband has tried a lot on these but the poor chap still couldn’t satisfy you.

Ridhima was fully turned on and could feel the fire all through her body. Her hand slipped down resting on the junction of his thighs and rolled over his pants to feel his manhood. Her palm rubbed against it, up and down, fathoming the length of his shaft that was now growing larger and harder. At this point, all she wanted was to vanish from that place along with Mihir and let her aching desires be satiated by him.

Their bodies were entwined, the mood turned fiery and intentions went greedy. Just then, they heard voices. Sensing people coming to that area, they quickly separated. She wrapped her shoulder with her anchal and was back into her original façade, the elegant royal bahu of Kanavpur.

As they walked separated, he said looking at her through the corner of his eyes, I need you. We need to complete what we started.

She grinned naughtily and said, We will. Just wait for the right time. She walked away fast.

The guests had started pouring in for the prayer meeting. Ridhima along with her husband and other royal members met the guests as they all were led to a big hall in the palace. A huge photo of Maharaj Virendra Singh was placed in the hall adorned with white flowers all around. The guest offered flowers on the photograph and took their seats. Soon the hall was full with relatives, guests and lot of admirers of Maharaj. People were mourning his death deeply and Ridhima could hear people talking how great a person he was. Ridhima couldn’t control her mysterious grin thinking of the words ‘great person’ and relating them to her father-in-law. But soon she controlled her expressions and was back to a grief- stricken grave composure. The priest performed the rituals along with Omkar Singh, the heir to the royal family and his five years old twin sons.

2

As everybody sat quietly listening to the mournful songs sung by artists in the remembrance of Maharaj, Ridhima’s mind wandered to think of Mihir. His intense kisses, his touch that instantly put her on fire, his hand cupping her mountains and his long hard member that seemed all greedy to enter her pink paradise. Ridhima was warm and wet between her legs by the mere thought of Mihir. And now, she didn’t want to put her aching desires to rest. Turning her head a bit, she glanced at Mihir, who was sitting a bit away. Mihir too looked at her. He had perhaps been gazing at her time and again. Their gazes were locked for a while. Ridhima gestured through her eyes, for him to come out of the hall.

She knew the program would go on for at least another thirty to forty minutes. She got up and slowly walked out of the hall. In another few minutes, Mihir too came out. Ridhima took the stairs and came to the second floor. Mihir followed her. She came to a guest room at a secluded end of the floor. Mihir came inside a minute after that and latched the door.

He came close to her and grabbed her in his arms. Meeting his eyes, she threw a tantalising smile.

Placing her finger on his forehead, sliding it down through his nose and resting on his lips, she whispered seductively, You needed me and I too needed you. And this is just the right time to fulfil our needs.

This is what I missed all through these years. Hot and horny you! He grinned. Glancing over a photo of Virendra Singh hanging on the wall, Mihir said, Sorry, father-in-law you just need to ignore and close your eyes.

Our father-in-law is enjoying the heavenly pleasures and not interested in our love games. Ridhima chuckled.

Fixing his look on her and cupping her bottom with both his hands, he pulled her closer. It’s time to revive our same old chemistry.

She nodded. He brought his mouth close to hers and brushed against her hot tempting lips. He pressed his lips on hers with a force and her needy lips welcomed him. He sucked her, feeling the warmth of her skin and almost inhaling her breath. His tongue parted her shaking lips and made its way inside her to reach her tongue. They were lip locked, but their desires were completely unlocked.

Ridhima closed her eyes in joy. The same old touch, the same feeling and the same magical tongue that could send tremors through her nerves.

Their tongues stroked and played with each other wildly. She breathed heavily as he pushed his tongue deeper inside her throat and his mouth, ready to devour her. His masculine fragrance was just adding fuel to the fire and she was ready to melt all into it.

He pushed away her anchal and unhooked her blouse, baring open her shoulder and her chest above her white bra. She removed her blouse and threw it away on the couch. His lips slid down, kissing the front of her neck and moving to her shoulder and then down to her cleavage. She pushed her head back as he swept his tongue all through her cleavage, making it glisten with his saliva. He rolled his palms up through her bare arms and pulled down the straps of her bra from both sides. The cups of her bra had loosened and come down exposing her bosom. He grabbed her round firm breasts and joined them together, her hard little buttons pointing at him. He rubbed his mouth on those dark brown buttons, sending sensations all through her body.

Their movements turned wilder and cravings seemed to be going out of control. Mihir removed his white kurta pyjama and dumped them on the couch. Ridhima too quickly took off all the fabrics from her body and her nude curvaceous frame stood before him. Without any delay, they were entwined again. He brought her to the queen size bed and came all over her, crushing her beneath him. He showered passionate wet kisses all over her face while his hands mercilessly squeezed and rubbed both her swells.

A shriek escaped her throat, but she loved his masculine dominance over her swells. Oh Mihir, I need you so much, she muttered.

I too need you babe, he whispered without looking at her, but bringing