My father-in-law is better then my husband in bedš
In the sweltering heat of a traditional Jodhpur haveli, Poonam is slowly suffocating. Her husband Rajeshāonce passionate, now broken by endless work and premature failuresācan no longer satisfy the fire burning inside her. Desperate and aching, she turns to the one man who has always watched her with dark, possessive hunger: Vijay, her imposing, silver-haired father-in-law. What begins as stolen glances and whispered accusations explodes into raw, brutal encounters behind locked doors and shadowed corridors. Vijay doesnāt ask permissionāhe takes. Rough hands, filthy commands, and unrelenting stamina awaken every depraved need Poonam has buried. Each chapter pushes them deeper into danger: risking discovery by Rajesh, the sleeping children, nosy servants, and the rigid expectations of their joint family. Breeding fantasies, degradation, public risk, and the intoxicating shame of calling him āPapa-jiā while he claims what was never his to take. Ten chapters of escalating intensity, where every climax brings them closer to ruināand neither can stop.

