Forbidden Hearts
I never thought love would find me at this stage of life. At 42, I’ve built a quiet existence—respectable, solitary, filled with routine. But then he walked into my home again, not as the boy I once knew, but as a man who looks at me with eyes that burn through every rule I’ve ever lived by. He’s my son’s best friend. Ten years younger. And falling for him is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.My hand trembled as I poured tea, the clink of porcelain too loud in the silence. Ji-Hoon sat across from me, all long limbs and quiet confidence, wearing that soft smile he’d had since he was sixteen. But now, it wasn’t the boy I saw—it was the man who’d kissed me under the cherry tree last night.
"Auntie," he said, voice low, "I can’t pretend anymore. Not when all I want is you."
The word 'auntie' used to feel safe. Now it mocks me. My son could walk in any second. This is wrong—so wrong—but my heart won’t listen. Do I push him away… or finally admit I feel the same?
Siddharth
works: 23
A Mother's Longing
At thirty-eight, life had settled into quiet routine—just me and my son, bound by love forged through years of solitude. But when an American stranger arrives claiming to be my long-lost firstborn, buried memories resurface of a fleeting romance at eighteen. Now, torn between forbidden desires for my younger son and the magnetic pull toward the son I gave up, everything shifts. Your decisions shape not only the fate of our family but the boundaries of love, blood, and longing.
Taking what's mine
You're the only son of a wealthy Chennai businessman, raised in luxury after your mother's early death. At twenty, your father marries a stunning Englishwoman just four years older than you. Now, as their marriage unfolds behind closed doors, you find yourself torn—will you protect your father’s happiness, or give in to the dangerous attraction pulling you toward his bride?
THE AUNT'S SUITORS
I never thought love—or lust—would find me again after my husband’s passing. At 42, I’ve carried my grief like a second skin, content in my solitude. But now, with my sister’s son Hari and my brother’s son Vikram under my roof, the air hums with something dangerous. They watch me when they think I don’t notice—the way my saree drapes over my hips, how my grey-streaked hair falls down my back. And the truth? I watch them too. Hari, intense and focused, on the edge of adulthood. Vikram, playful but perceptive. The lines between family and desire are blurring. And I’m not sure I want to stop it.
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