Tusher Khan
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A Lonely Mother's Tale. Content Warning.
Jill Strasburg stood in her sons' driveway and scowled. Her eyes fixed on the object sitting in front of her sons' garage door. Matthew stood on the front stoop and watched his mother; he knew the moment she had stopped walking from her car to the front door what had happened. He had forgotten and left the bike out. Shit, Matt thought, I should have put the damn thing in the garage.
By Tusher Khan9 months ago in Filthy
Night of Passion. Content Warning.
The sun had already set, casting a warm glow across the Indian city as the sky faded into a canvas of deep blues and purples. Inside their modest home, the air was thick with the scent of incense and freshly cooked food. The young nephew, Rahul, sat cross-legged on the floor, his attention fixed on the small television set nestled in the corner of the room. His aunt, Priya, lounged nearby on a plush pillow, idly flipping through the channels.
By Tusher Khan9 months ago in BookClub
