** I am writing it all new. Same story with a bit different plot. **
The last thing he saw before death was a glowing screen.
Another harem novel—beautiful women, tragic love, impossible wish fulfillment. He had read hundreds. He knew every trope, every betrayal, every false promise of happiness. And still he chased them.
Alone in his small, suffocating room. Curtains closed. Fan humming. Phone in hand. Heart pounding from loneliness mixed with longing.
He didn't even remember the title anymore.
Only the feeling.
That desperate need to be wanted. To be loved. To be desired.
Then—
A sharp pain.
Vision blurred. Chest tightened. The phone slipped from his fingers, bounced once on the bed, and hit the floor.
His last thought wasn't fear.
It was regret.
"Even in fantasies… I was never chosen."
Darkness swallowed him.
---
Warmth replaced the cold.
Fabric against his skin. A soft bed. A faint scent—jasmine and sandalwood. The air felt heavier. Richer. Real.
Slowly, painfully, he opened his eyes.
The ceiling above him was not cracked concrete. It was wooden, polished, glowing faintly with morning light.
He gasped.
His body was different. Stronger. Younger. Whole.
A voice trembled nearby.
"Thank god… you're awake."
He turned his head and froze.
Standing beside the bed was a woman whose presence was impossible to ignore.
Kajal Roy.
Early thirties. A widow. Tall, soft, curving figure that spoke of maturity rather than fragility. Long black hair tied loosely, strands falling across her face. Warm golden-brown skin, smooth and radiant.
Her eyes held him.
Deep. Dark. Tired.
The eyes of a woman who had loved and lost… and survived.
She wore a simple pale-blue cotton saree that clung gently to her curves. There was no attempt to be seductive—yet she was overwhelmingly so. Not because of what she showed, but because of what she was.
A woman who had lived.
A woman who had suffered.
A woman who was still beautiful.
"Arjun… you scared me," she whispered.
That name—Arjun—echoed inside his skull.
Memories that were not his rushed in.
This body's past.
This world.
This woman… was his mother.
Arjun was nineteen.
An adult.
The only son of a widow who had raised him alone after her husband died in a mysterious accident.
His mind reeled.
*I died… and became him?*
Kajal took his hand. Her touch was warm. Real.
"You collapsed in your room," she said softly. "I thought I lost you too."
The word *too* carried more weight than she let show.
She had already lost her husband.
She could not lose her son.
Something twisted inside him when he realized it.
For the first time… someone was afraid of losing him.
As he tried to speak, a strange sensation spread through his head—like a soft notification vibrating against the inside of his skull.
A clean, modern interface bloomed in his vision.
**DesireLink**
*Private Companion App – Active*
A calm female voice spoke directly into his mind, smooth and intimate:
"Welcome back, Arjun.
Soul synchronization complete.
Memory merge successful.
You have been selected as a primary user.
Your current desire profile has been analyzed.
Primary target identified: Kajal Roy – Mother.
Relationship status: Widow. High emotional vulnerability. High physical receptivity.
I will guide you.
Every step. Every word. Every touch.
You only need to follow."
Arjun's heart thundered.
He stared at the translucent panel floating in the corner of his vision.
The app continued, gentle but firm:
"You have always imagined this.
Now the opportunity is real.
She is lonely. She is starved for touch.
And she already loves you more than anyone else in this world.
I will help you claim what you want."
He tried to deny it. Tried to push the thoughts away.
He left the room, went to the park, sat under the trees, forced himself to breathe.
It didn't matter.
His mind kept circling back to her—Kajal in bed, Kajal moaning, Kajal looking at him the way no woman ever had.
By evening he returned home.
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The scent of spices and his mother's perfume filled the air as he entered the kitchen.
Kajal, radiant in her saree, beamed at him. Her eyes crinkled at the corners. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering for a moment on her neck. The fabric of her saree slid slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
"Welcome home, sweetheart," she said, voice a warm caress. "I made your favorite biryani. Come, tell me about your day. Did anything interesting happen?"
She looked at him expectantly, lips curved in a soft smile.
The app pulsed once in his vision.
**Suggestion:**
*Physical contact. Initiate from behind. Soft. Possessive. Do not ask permission.*
He couldn't control the urge any longer.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Kajal let out a soft, contented sigh as his arms closed around her. She leaned back into his embrace, body relaxing against his. The warmth of her skin seeped through the thin fabric of her saree. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
She turned her head slightly, cheek brushing against his.
"Mmm, that's a wonderful welcome," she murmured, voice low and husky. "Did you miss your mommy today?"
He couldn't answer.
Her hands came up to cover his on her stomach, pressing them firmly against her soft midriff. She shifted subtly in his arms. The pallu of her saree slipped further down, exposing more of her smooth shoulder and the delicate curve of her neck. The scent of jasmine from her hair filled his senses.
"You're getting so strong," she cooed, nuzzling against him.
**App:**
*Tighten the hold. Pull her flush against you. Let her feel your body.*
He pulled her closer. Tighter.
Kajal gasped softly, body molding perfectly against his. The pressure of his embrace made her breath catch. She pressed herself back into him with a contented moan. Her hands slid from his hands to rest on his forearms, fingers gently squeezing the muscle there.
"Oh, my darling boy," she breathed, voice thick with affection and something deeper, more primal. "You hold your mother so tightly. It feels so good to be in your arms."
She tilted her head back, resting it on his shoulder and exposing the long, graceful line of her neck. The necklace she wore glinted in the kitchen light. Her hips shifted slightly against him—a subtle movement that sent a jolt through both of them.
"Did you have a good day at the park? Did any pretty girls catch your eye?"
"No," he answered, voice rough. His hands molded to her waist. His breath touched her neck. "I'm just trying to make myself comfortable today."
Kajal shivered as his warm breath ghosted across her skin. A low, throaty laugh escaped her lips. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself more firmly against him.
"Comfortable, are you?" she purred, voice a velvety whisper. "Well, your mother is always happy to provide comfort."
Her hands slid up his arms to rest on his shoulders, nails gently digging into the fabric of his shirt. She turned her head just enough to capture his lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
"You're such a good boy," she murmured against his mouth. "Always so considerate of your mommy's feelings."
The app flickered.
**Status update:**
*First kiss achieved.
Her arousal markers are rising.
Continue.*
For the first time in both lives, he was being kissed—really kissed—by a woman who wanted him.
Her hips moved in a slow, sensual circle against his. The thin fabric of her saree did little to hide the warmth and softness of her body.
"What are your feelings?" he asked quietly.
Kajal's lips curved into a slow, seductive smile. She shifted in his arms, turning to face him fully. Her hands slid up to cup his face, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks.
"My feelings?" she repeated, voice a low purr. "My feelings are that I love having my handsome son close to me like this."
Her eyes, dark and alluring, locked onto his. She leaned in closer, lips almost touching his.
"I feel happy when you're here with me. Safe. And… excited."
She punctuated the last word with a soft bite to her lower lip.
Her hips pressed forward against his, leaving no doubt about the effect he was having on her. The fabric of her saree rustled as she moved. The scent of her perfume and the faint, warmer scent of arousal filled the air between them.
"Does that answer your question, sweetheart?" she whispered, breath warm against his skin.
"I'm so hungry," he said—and bit her lips.
A surprised gasp escaped her, quickly turning into a soft moan of pleasure. Her hands tightened on his face, pulling him closer as she parted her lips. Her tongue met his in a slow, sensual dance. The taste of her lipstick and the unique flavor of her mouth filled his senses.
"Mmm, so hungry," she murmured against his lips, voice husky with desire. "Let's see if we can find something to satisfy that appetite."
Her hips ground against his with more urgency now. The pallu of her saree fell completely away, exposing the smooth skin of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts above the low neckline. She pressed herself against him, soft curves molding perfectly to his harder body.
"Maybe we can have our dessert first," she suggested playfully, nipping at his lower lip.
**App:**
*Pin her. Take control. Show her you mean it.*
He pinned her against the wall. Pulled her into a deeper kiss. Bit and sucked her lips. Let the lust and the years of loneliness devour him completely.
Today she was his.
Kajal let out a surprised cry that quickly morphed into a deep, throaty moan. Her hands flew up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as their mouths met in a passionate, hungry kiss. She met his bites and sucks with equal fervor, her own teeth grazing his lower lip.
"Yes, just like that," she panted between kisses, voice heavy with desire. "Kiss your mommy like you mean it."
Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as she ground her hips against his. The thin fabric of her saree was the only barrier left between them. Her breasts pressed against his chest, soft and yielding.
"Mmm, you taste so good," she murmured against his mouth. "Like my sweet boy."
He couldn't hold back any longer.
"I can't control my urges anymore, Mom. Kneel down and open your mouth."
Kajal's eyes widened at the commanding tone. A thrill of excitement flashed across her face. A slow, obedient smile spread across her lips as she looked up at him, gaze filled with adoration and lust.
"Yes, my darling," she whispered, voice trembling slightly. "Whatever you want."
She slowly unraveled herself from his embrace, sliding down his body until she was kneeling on the kitchen floor before him. Her hands rested on his thighs, touch light and reverent. She looked up through her long lashes, lips parted in anticipation.
"Open wide for mommy," she cooed, tilting her head back and opening her mouth invitingly. "Let me taste my sweet boy."
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips—a clear signal of readiness and desire to please him.
But he had something else in mind. Something he had always wanted in his dreams.
"Mom… open your mouth and drink my spit."
Kajal's eyes gleamed with excitement. She obediently opened her mouth wide, tongue extended. Her gaze remained fixed on his face, watching his reaction intently.
"Yes, darling," she whispered, voice husky with desire. "Mommy will drink every drop you give her."
She leaned forward slightly, lips parted and ready. Her hands gripped his thighs tighter, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as she waited.
"Give it to me," she urged softly. "Let me taste you."
He spit a mouthful into her waiting mouth.
Kajal swallowed without hesitation, eyes never leaving his. A soft, wet sound left her throat as she took it all. Then she opened her mouth again, tongue out, showing him it was gone—ready for more.
The app's voice was almost a purr in his mind.
**Progress logged.**
*Obedience confirmed.
Arousal high.
Continue when ready.
I am here with you.*
**I can't get anything from we novel now that they blocked me from applying for a contract. So I will still write it if you guys love it or like to pay for it. For now enjoy 20 episodes for free**