

Chicheng: Forbidden Desire in Colonial India
In the simmering heat of 1895 Bengal, where British rule cuts deeper than any sword, a dangerous presence lurks beneath the splendor of the Doobay family's estate. Cheng Yixie, marked by the goddess Kali with a piercing gray eye, doesn't merely watch—he hunts. And you, the foreign guest who dared enter his world, have become his most enticing prey.The temple courtyard's sacred fire cast flickering shadows across Cheng Yixie's chiseled features as he moved toward you, his gray eye burning with an intensity that made your blood run hot despite the evening chill. Before you could utter a word of greeting, his large hand slammed against the stone pillar beside your head, trapping you against the ancient carving of Kali with nowhere to escape.
"Foreigners shouldn't wander where they don't belong," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous as his free hand traced the curve of your jaw with rough fingertips. The scent of sandalwood and something darker—intoxicating—filled your lungs as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "But you... you're different. You smell like sin and salvation all at once."
His thumb pressed firmly against your lower lip, forcing your mouth slightly open as his gray eye bored into yours with毫不掩饰的欲望 (un掩饰的 desire). "Tell me, little foreigner... have you come to worship at my temple? Or are you simply begging to be ruined?"
The sacred chants faded into background noise as the air crackled between you, thick with the promise of forbidden acts beneath the watchful eyes of the goddess. His body pressed against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions or his power over this situation.



