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A year later I was painting the nursery in our new home. My stomach rumbled as I smelled the dinner Bela's aunt was cooking for us. Six months ago, Auntie had come for the wedding with a couple of Bela's cousins. I had hoped for a small wedding, but Auntie and Bela invited most of the local Indian community. Bela and I were surprised at how many friends we had at Paradox. In the end, it was a large wedding filled with colorful outfits and dancing.
It wasn't hard to convince Auntie to stay and never return to her abusive husband. She is a wonderful woman and an excellent cook. I expect she will be a big help with the twins. We have plenty of room for Auntie in the home Bela, and I purchased with the fat commissions we received. I almost feel sorry for Bela's uncle for stealing his wife as well as his niece from him. I felt sorry for Kushak's employees when he filed for bankruptcy.
Little Bela is starting to show a baby bump under her loose-fitting shirts. She plans on working as long as she can before she takes leave to deliver the babies. I enjoy the childbirth classes with my wife, but I cannot keep up with her when she exercises to her pregnancy workout videos. Life is good. Who needs a dowry when you have a smart and loving wife who teams with you to develop useful products that earn big commissions?
This is a really good story that I enjoyed a lot. There were some very likeable main characters combatting some nasty bad guys (that were a bit cardboard like but nothing wrong in that). What’s more, I found the technical details added some substance and depth to the story. I really like this author and plan on reading more of these stories. Please keep writing!
A definite 5 from me. I loved the slow buildup, unlike some of your other stories. Was disgusted by the anti-Indian comment. Women from any background can be sexy and appealing. Unless you don’t love women. I also appreciated that Steve was such a decent person. Thank you for sharing this story. You obviously put a lot of time into it. One of my favorites.
Interesting to see how Jean did not end up with Steve as suggested at the end of the Boxcutter series.
I am your loyal fan.
I loved the Boxcutter series, the Beach Charade series, and the Ashley Campaign series.
It was nice to read about Ashley again. Too bad we didn't see her relapse into her heroin addiction, have interracial affairs and get into non-consensual situations.
Not sure why he is interested in someone prostituting herself, if there was actually supposed to be a romantic subplot, it failed miserably.
I couldn't read more than halfway through before I got tired of how the author was turning Bela into a prostitute.
All the people acting like rapists and molesting her got too much when that bastard fucked her. Not sure if he took her virginity or if she had been fucked by her uncle since she was nine, but I don't want to read about either.
A lot was good. The sexy was super sexy.
Except the shower. Soap in a vagina hurts, messes up the PH, and is generally bad. If you care about a woman, don't do it. On the outside is fine though. ;)
Bela's repetitive "I don't want to go back to India" line became annoying and eye rolling. She must think little of Steve's memory to repeat it so often. Her backstory is good.
5 stars, and thank you for reminding me of a wonderful Indian GF I used to date. Indian women are scathingly hot.
Especially when they're from Norway. XD
By far the best story I have ever read .. eroctic and hot.. the story ending is very nice..
Haven't you heard, anon? A Norwegian woman would have to be insane to emigrate to your racist shithole of a country. No offence.
And I'm sure Indian women everywhere are crying into their pillows at the loss of a porn-addled fucknugget such as yourself. Tragedy upon tragedy.