Fifty Shaadis of Grey: Panchali's Secrets - Sex and the Mahabharata

Panchali is a typical good Indian girl in London. The run up to her wedding though, is all but typical.

Of course, she has organised the perfect Indian wedding and is the perfect Asian bride. She is in love with her husband to be. But she is plagued by doubts.

Has she had enough variety in her sexual adventures so far? Like other Indian girls, she was brought up thinking that, being Indian, sex should happen after, definitely not before marraige. Now she feels that she might never satisfy her innate sexual desires. In her desperation she prays. And the gods seem to be listening to her.

So in the week before her big wedding party, she embarks on a series of sexual adventures that include:

- a fit gym instructor nicknamed "The Black Stallion"
- a guy who has come to fix the air-conditioning and calls her an Asian Babe
- a boy who needs teaching a lesson
- an experienced older man who teaches her one
- and a few more surprises

On her dream honeymoon, she finds out that her husband has had a little adventure of his own during his stag do. She punishes him in a way that leads to a sexual climax the likes of which have never been witnessed in literature before.

Forget about shades of grey. This is an erotic novel about black, white and brown. It's about experiences of lust, love and power. And it is about how old myths, half gods and gods are still active in our lives.

Because as Panchali embarks on her sex adventures she also reflects on her ancient namesake from Indian ancient mythology. Princess Panchali, also known as Draupadi or Krishnaa - the dark skinned girl - moves around among the Indian gods, heroes and creatures of Indian mythology. Married to five brothers, and yet being an example of chastity and virtue she holds the key to a liberated female sexual ethic.

Extracts: I took my gym kit off, showered in the deserted place, thinking only about Patrick and the way he had touched me.

As I walked out of my shower cubicle, there was Patrick having a shower in another one. He hadn’t drawn the curtain, but had his back turned towards me. White foam and water was running down his dark skin as he showered without a care in the world. His arse looked so toned, I wanted to bite it.

“What are you doing here?” I shouted. “Get out immediately, you could have... seen me!”

He turned around, water dripping off him everywhere. “Excuse me? Oh sorry, I must have got the wrong changing rooms. I get so confused around here.”

I stood there with only a towel wrapped around me. I couldn’t help staring dumbly at his muscles, his perfectly moulded body, and, yes, I admit it, the very large cock that presented itself to me dangling between his muscular thighs. My heart was beating hard and fast with excitement.

“Maybe I can help you with your shower after all...,” he said, “come here.” I dropped my towel and walked towards him. My heart was pounding. I had never done anything like this. It was bad and wrong. But it felt absolutely as if I was always destined for this.
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“I won’t tell anyone if you stay very quiet now and do exactly as I say.”
“Ok, I’ll do anything, but please don’t tell.”
I pushed him onto my bed and asked him to take his pyjamas off.
He obliged. His naked body wasn’t sexy, but there was something fun about his virginal, excited and embarrassed state.
“Now why would you sniff my worn panties, if you could have the real thing?”


About the author: PR Dash was born in Mumbai, brought up in London and educated at St. Hilda's college, Oxford. There she learned a lot about English Literature but even more about boys, girls, herself and human nature.

She wrote this book because she enjoyed the latest round of erotic romances for the mass audience, but wanted to write erotic stories for women and men that weren't about billionaires handing out gadgets and spankings. She wanted to write about sex and race in a way that goes beyond the usual interracial porn fantasies.