Devdas Stories

The mango grove with a lass called Paro perched on a treeamong thick bush of leaves that Devdas could not seebleeding she came down as a stone was peltedsweat and spattering rain divulging her femininity fully wettedsweetness exuberant youth and defiant peaks of twoabout to mature fully globes,  areolas and perked up nipples tooun-kempt hair and a cut on her foreheadDevdas looked at her dazed standing stone deadsilence in...