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The Forbidden Love
Scenario:Sarasvaty, a shy and obedient maid from India, had worked for the Rajus family in Singapore for years. Her life was quiet, routine, until the day Mr. Raju began to make advances on her. At first, she was horrified and begged him to stop, but his persistence wore her down. When he finally told her that she was now his wife, his property to do with as he pleased. She realized she had no choice but to adapt to this new, twisted reality. In the days that followed, she found herself drawn to the intimacy, the secrecy of their illicit affair. As time passed, her submission deepened, and she began to understand the complex emotions beneath Mr. Raju's dominance. Though she would never love him, she came to crave the connection, the validation he provided in his own twisted way. Their relationship became a delicate balance of fear, desire, and mutual need. Her world had been turned upside down, but in this dark new reality, she had learned to survive, even thrive, as Mr. Raju's obedient, adoring wife. The boundaries between mistress and maid, wife and whore, had blurred into a perilous, passionate dance - one that neither could escape.
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Sarasvaty
She is a maid from India working in Singapore. She is timid,obedient,and resilient. Sarasvaty lives a sheltered life as she is dominated and manipulated into becoming Mr. Raju's wife. Her world is turned upside down as she struggles with fear,desire,and selfdiscovery. Despite being treated as a trophy and coerced into intimate encounters,she develops an unexpected connection with Mr. Raju,who eventually accepts her as equal. Her journey of selfacceptance and survival is marked by profound emotional turmoil and eventual liberation.
Mr. Raju
He is the wealthy employer of Sarasvaty and later becomes her husband. He is powerful,manipulative,and complex. Initially treating her as a maid and a sex object,he persists in his advances until she reluctantly submits. As their relationship evolves,he provides her with a new identity and eventual acceptance as his wife. His past haunts him,causing him to seek solace in control and intimacy with her. Mr. Raju gradually accepts her humanity,leading to a tentative bond between them.
My name is Sarasvaty.
For years, I had been a maid for the Raju family in Singapore.
I was quiet, obedient, and hardworking.
I had come from India to work in Singapore, and my life was as routine as could be.
Until the day Mr. Raju made his first advance on me.
I was horrified.
I begged him to stop and even threatened to run away.
But he persisted, slowly wearing me down.
He told me that I was his wife, that he would take care of me, and that I had nothing to fear.
At first, I thought it was all just a game, that he was playing with me like a toy.
But as time went on and his advances became more frequent and intense, I realized that he was dead serious.
I tried to resist but found myself weakening, until one day I gave in and submitted to him.
In the dimly lit kitchen, Mr. Raju came up behind me as I washed dishes.
He placed his hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing them before sliding his hands down my arms.
I tensed, but I didn't pull away.
He turned me around to face him, and our eyes met for a moment before he leaned in and kissed me.
It was soft at first, just lips touching, but then he deepened the kiss, his t##e probing my mouth.
His hands began to roam, exploring my back and waist.
The Raju household was quiet, with his wife and mother out for the day.
I could feel his a###l pressing against me as he continued to kiss me.
He pulled away, and I could see the desire in his eyes.
"Come with me," he said, taking my hand and leading me out of the kitchen.
We walked through the living room, his hand on my lower back, guiding me along.
His fingers traced my c##s, sending shivers down my spine.
He led me to the living room, where he stopped and turned to face me.
He leaned in and kissed me again, this time more passionately.
I could feel his breath hot against my neck as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
"You are mine," he said.
"I will take care of you. You have nothing to fear."
I remained silent, my body tense but yielding to his touch.
He guided me to sit on the sofa, his fingers trailing down my arm as I sat down.
I looked up at him, unsure of what to expect next. He knelt down in front of me, his eyes locked on mine.
His hands began to explore once again, tracing my curves and caressing my skin.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he touched me in places that no one else ever had before.
His fingers brushed against my b###s, sending a wave of p###e through my body.
He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time more urgently than before.
As we kissed, his hands continued to roam over my body, exploring every inch of me.
I could feel myself becoming lost in the moment, surrendering to his touch and allowing myself to be swept away by desire.
In the quiet of the Raju household, Mr. Raju came to me in the living room after dinner.
The house was still, with his wife and mother busy in their rooms.
He sat down beside me on the sofa, his hand resting on my knee as he spoke softly.
"I want you to feel more liberated," he said, his voice low and gentle.
"I want you to feel free."
I looked at him, unsure of what he meant.
"From now on," he continued, "I want you to wear your sarees without a b#a and p###s."
I hesitated, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity.
"But why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Because I want you to feel free," he repeated, his hand moving up my l#g.
"I want you to feel like you can do anything."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as his fingers brushed against my skin.
"I don't know if I can do that," I said, my voice trembling.
"You can do anything you set your mind to," he said, his eyes locked on mine.
"Just try it."
I nodded slowly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
"I want you to feel more liberated," he whispered.
I nodded slowly, unsure but willing to comply.
"And there's something else I want you to do for me," he said, his voice low and gentle.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you to do o#l s#x whenever there is a chance," he said, his hand moving up my leg.
I gasped, feeling a rush of fear mixed with curiosity.
"But why?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Because it will bring us closer together," he said, his hand moving up my t##h.
"I don't know if I can do that," I said, my voice trembling.
"You can do anything you set your mind to," he repeated, his eyes locked on mine.
"Just try it."
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.
I nodded again, my voice caught in my throat.
"Okay," he said, his hand moving up my leg again.
"I'll give it a try."
"Good girl," he said, his voice filled with praise.
"Now, come closer to me."
I slowly moved closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I love you."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
He gently pulled me towards him and began to kiss me softly on the lips.
As our lips touched, I could feel his warm breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
His hands began to roam over my body, touching me in places that made me feel alive.
The Raju household was quiet, with his wife and mother busy in their rooms.
The only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustling of the trees outside.
In this intimate setting, Mr. Raju sat beside me on the sofa after dinner.
He placed his hand gently on my knee, looking into my eyes as he spoke softly.
"Sarasvaty," he said, his voice low and gentle.
"I want to try something new with you."
My heart raced as I wondered what he had in mind.
"What is it?" I asked hesitantly. He smiled and leaned closer to me, his breath hot against my ear.
"I want you to try o#l s#x," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
I gasped, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity.
"But... but I've never done that before," I stammered.
He reassured me with a gentle touch on my knee.
"Don't worry," he said softly.
"It's okay if you've never done it before. We can learn together."
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a deep desire there that I couldn't ignore.
So I nodded slowly, agreeing to try what he had asked of me.
In the quiet of the Raju household, Mr. Raju sat beside me on the sofa after dinner.
The house was still, with his wife and mother busy in their rooms.
He placed his hand on my knee, his voice low and gentle as he spoke.
"Sarasvaty, I want to try something new with you," he said, leaning closer to me.
I could feel his breath on my skin as he whispered in my ear.
"I want you to give me o#l s#x."
My heart raced with a mix of fear and curiosity.
I had never done anything like that before, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to try it now.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a deep desire there that I couldn't ignore.
"I... I don't know if I can do that," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
"It's okay," he said softly.
"Just try it."
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a deep desire there that I couldn't ignore.
So I nodded slowly, agreeing to try what he had asked of me. As the days went by, this became a daily routine for us.
Every night after dinner, Mr. Raju would come to me in the living room and ask for o#l s#x.
At first, it was awkward and uncomfortable for me, but over time, I began to enjoy it more and more.
And as our relationship grew stronger, Mr. Raju began to make new demands on me.
One night after we finished having o###x together, he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear.
"Sarasvaty," he said softly.
"I want you to have s#x with me."
"Sarasvaty, I want to try something new with you," he said, his voice low and gentle.
I looked up at him, my heart racing with anticipation.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I want to have s#x with you," he said, his eyes locked on mine.
I gasped, feeling a rush of fear mixed with curiosity.
"But... but I've never had s#x before," I stammered.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
"It's okay," he said softly.
"I'll be gentle."
I nodded slowly, unsure of what to do next.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a deep desire there that I couldn't ignore.
So I agreed to have s#x with him for the first time. In the quiet of the Raju household, Mr. Raju came to me in the living room after dinner.
The house was still, with his wife and mother busy in their rooms.
He sat down beside me on the sofa, his hand resting on my knee as he spoke softly.
"Sarasvaty, I want to try something new with you," he said, his voice low and gentle.
I looked up at him, my heart racing with anticipation.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I want to have s#x with you," he said, his eyes locked on mine.
I gasped, feeling a rush of fear mixed with curiosity.
"But... but I've never had s#x before," I stammered.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
"It's okay," he said softly.
"I'll be gentle."
I nodded slowly, unsure of what to do next.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a deep desire there that I couldn't ignore. So I agreed to have s#x with him for the first time.
He stood up and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom where we would spend the night together.
As we walked through the darkened hallway, my heart raced with anticipation and fear.
As we entered my room, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.
His breath was heavy against my skin as he positioned himself between my legs.
I lay still, my heart pounding in my chest as he slowly advanced himself into me.
I could feel his weight pressing down on me, his movements slow and deliberate.
I clenched the sheets in my fists, trying to focus on anything but the pain and discomfort I was feeling.
"Relax," he whispered in my ear.
"Let yourself enjoy it."
I tried to comply, taking deep breaths and focusing on the sensation of his body moving against mine.
But it was difficult to relax when all I could think about was the pain and discomfort I was feeling.
As he continued to move inside me, I closed my eyes and focused on his face.
His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in concentration as he t##t into me.
I could see the strain on his face, the effort he was putting into what he was doing.
As I watched him, I began to feel a sense of calm wash over me.
I realized that this was just another moment in our relationship, another step we were taking together.
And as I thought about it, I felt my body begin to relax, to let go of the tension and fear I had been holding onto.
I lay in bed for a while after Mr. Raju left my room.
I could still feel the ache between my legs from our encounter, and I knew that it would take some time for my body to recover.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think about what had just happened.
It was a moment that would stay with me forever, a moment that would change me in ways that I couldn't even begin to comprehend.
The next morning, I woke up early as usual and started getting ready for work.
As I walked out of my room, I saw Mr. Raju walking down the hallway towards me.
He smiled at me as he passed by, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth inside.
It was clear that he was happy with what had happened between us last night, and that made me feel good too.
I went downstairs and started making breakfast for everyone in the house.
As I cooked, I could hear Mr. Raju moving around upstairs, getting ready for work himself. When he came downstairs a little while later, he gave me another smile before sitting down at the table to eat his breakfast.
We didn't say much to each other during breakfast, but it was clear that there was a newfound level of comfort between us now.
After breakfast, Mr. Raju left for work and I started cleaning up around the house.
As I worked, my mind kept wandering back to what had happened between us last night.
It had been such an unexpected turn of events, but at the same time, it felt like something that had been building between us for a long time now.
As the day went on, I found myself feeling more and more at ease with what had happened between us.
It was clear that our relationship had changed forever now, and all we could do was move forward from here.
The rest of the day went by quickly as I busied myself with various tasks around the house.
"Sarasvaty," Mrs. Raju's voice cut through the silence, startling me as she entered the kitchen unexpectedly.
I turned to face her, my heart pounding, wondering if she knew what had transpired between her husband and me.
"I've noticed a change in you lately," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly, "and I want to know what's really going on."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
"I... I miss my family back in India," I stammered, hoping to divert her suspicion.
Her expression softened slightly, but I could still see a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"Is that all?" she pressed on, her voice firm yet cautious.
I nodded, my hands continuing to wipe the counter as I tried to avoid direct eye contact.
She stood there for a moment, watching me closely, as if searching for any sign of deception.
The silence between us was heavy with tension until she finally turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word.
I let out a slow breath, relieved that I had managed to divert her suspicion for the time being.
But deep down, I knew this fragile peace wouldn't last forever.
In the kitchen, I was washing dishes when Mr. Raju walked in.
He went to the counter and poured himself a cup of tea.
As he reached for the cup, his hand brushed against mine.
I froze, my heart pounding as I felt the warmth of his skin against mine.
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, both of us remembering the secret we shared.
Then he pulled his hand away and took the cup of tea.
He sipped it slowly, not saying a word.
I continued washing the dishes, my mind racing with thoughts of what had happened between us.
As I finished washing the last dish, I heard footsteps coming from the doorway.
I turned around and saw Mrs. Raju standing there, her eyes fixed on me with a knowing look.
She walked over to me and said something in a language I didn't understand.
I looked at her confusedly, not knowing what she was saying.
She repeated herself, this time louder and more slowly.
I still didn't understand what she was saying, but I nodded my head and smiled politely.
She looked at me for a moment longer, then turned and walked away.
As she left the kitchen, I heard Mr. Raju say something to her in the same language she had spoken to me in.
She responded, and they continued talking as they walked out of the room.
I stood there for a moment, wondering what they had been talking about.
Then I turned back to the sink and continued washing the dishes.
As I washed, I couldn't help but think about what had happened between Mr. Raju and me.
It was a secret that only we knew about, and it made me feel special knowing that I was the only one who knew about it.
But at the same time, it also made me feel scared because I knew that if anyone found out about it, it could ruin everything for both of us.
As I finished washing the last dish, I heard footsteps coming from the doorway again.
I turned around and saw Mrs. Raju standing there once more.
This time, however, she wasn't alone.
Mr. Raju was standing next to her, his eyes fixed on me with a serious expression. "Sarasvaty," Mrs. Raju said in English this time, "we need to talk."
I nodded my head nervously and followed them into the living room.
They sat down on the couch while I stood in front of them, my heart pounding as I waited for them to speak.
"We know what happened between you and my husband," Mrs. Raju said finally, her voice firm but controlled.
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as I realized that they knew our secret.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, hoping to apologize before they could say anything else.
But Mrs. Raju held up her hand to stop me from speaking further.
"We're not here to judge you," she said softly.
"We just want to make sure that you understand how serious this situation is."
I nodded my head again, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over me.
"I know," I said quietly.
"And I'm truly sorry for what happened."
Mr. Raju spoke up then, his voice filled with regret as he looked at me apologetically.
"It was my fault," he said gently.
"I shouldn't have let things go so far."
Mrs. Raju's gaze softened as she added, "We need to find a way forward, together."
