Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

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>Afrah Fatima-age 24 - currently engaged to Sohail ,
is insta makeup vlogger /influencer,work in small it firm



Sohail Syed-age. 28-work at a mnc , height -5.8
Avg looking but fair skin guy


Vishal khattar -age-29- 6"2 haryanvi guy , recenlty joined the firm Aafrah is working,and the new CEO.



Afrah was everything that a guy could dream of , she was 5"5 ,with fair skin with an heavenly face and  body that even her modest dress couldn't failed hide her curves .Sohail was considered himself very lucky that he was engaged to her about to get married in few months. For him it was like winning a million dollars lottery ,Aafrah was as beautiful as she was modest,she dresses very modest dress that covers her body fully, wear head scarf most of the time and she is quite religious and it's seems  she didn't have any relationship in the past unlike the girls he encountered . 

It was an arrange marriage set up.



Arfah pov:- 

It was a hectic day at her work ,she had an pretty nasty argument with a colleague ,there was so much work to do.The new boss haven't joined the office yet ,he was supposed to join 3 days ago for this reason some much work is pending  and pilling up on her.
It was Friday so she was at the mall currently 
strolling alone as it gives her peace ,also she was looking at new cosmetic products,she had not posted a reel since 2 days she thought.She was small time influencer with followers around 100k ,she likes posting her make tutorial videos.

As she was strolling she remembers something she wanted to buy.Afrah strides purposefully toward the display, only to find a muscular man already examining the handbag with a self-satisfied smirk.

Afrah: (clearly annoyed, hands on hips) “Are you seriously trying to buy that? I’ve been eyeing it for weeks.”

The man: (glancing up with a mischievous grin) “Well, isn’t that a coincidence. I just decided I need it now. Must be fate.”


Afrah: (scoffing) “Fate? More like sheer arrogance. You know, some of us actually do research before swooping in at the last minute.”

The man: (raising an eyebrow, leaning closer) “Ah, but isn’t it more fun to make a dramatic entrance? Besides, I’ve got to say, your passion for this handbag is almost as captivating as you are.”

Afrah: (rolling her eyes, though a hint of a smile tugs at her lips) “Save the charm for someone else. This isn’t a pickup game, and you’re not impressing me with your antics.



The man: (chuckling, his gaze lingering on her) “You might be surprised. It’s not every day I meet someone who can challenge me so effortlessly. Makes you quite memorable.”

Afrah: (trying to stay composed, but clearly flustered) “And yet, here we are, having a pointless argument over a purse. I’m taking it, so you can either step aside or continue to make yourself look foolish.”

The man’s grin widens, clearly enjoying the playful tension between them. Lila reaches past him to grab the handbag, her hand brushing against his arm.

 

He: (with a smirk, teasingly) “You know, if you wanted to catch my attention, you didn’t need to be so aggressive. But I can’t deny, it’s refreshing.”

Afrah: (taking the handbag, giving him a cool stare) “I’d rather you didn’t get too used to it. I’m taking this and leaving. You can keep your charm for someone who’s more interested.”

As Afrah turns to leave, her irritation melts into a small, satisfied smile.



Afrah steps into a trendy boutique, the soft music and chic decor creating a pleasant atmosphere. She’s in search of new accessories, hoping to distract herself after a frustrating day. As she wanders through the store, her gaze falls upon a familiar figure near the accessory section.

Afrah is there, and this time he’s with a stunning woman dressed in a stylish crop top and a short skirt. The two are engaged in a lively conversation, their close proximity and easy laughter drawing Afrah's attention.

Afrah is there, and this time he’s with a stunning woman dressed in a stylish crop top and a short skirt. The two are engaged in a lively conversation, their close proximity and easy laughter drawing Afrahs attention.

Afrah’s heart skips a beat as she recognizes the stranger. A twinge of jealousy flares up inside her, but she quickly quashes it. Reminding herself of her engagement and the fact that the man is essentially a stranger, she forces herself to stay composed.

She takes a deep breath, focusing on the array of handbags and scarves displayed nearby. Trying to ignore the little knot of envy tightening in her stomach, she examines various items with a deliberate air of nonchalance.


As she inspects a set of elegant scarves, she overhears snippets of the stranger and the woman’s conversation. Their chemistry is palpable, and despite her best efforts to ignore them, Afrah can’t help but notice the way the man’s attention seems entirely on his companion.

Trying to maintain her focus, Afrah finally picks out a few accessories she likes, but her thoughts keep drifting back to Ethan and the woman. She reminds herself that she should stay focused on her shopping and not let her emotions get the better of her.

After selecting a few items, she heads toward the checkout, casting one last glance in the mans direction. He’s still chatting animatedly with the woman, completely absorbed in their interaction.

she shakes her head slightly, trying to dismiss her lingering feelings. She completes her purchase and exits the store, making her way through the mall with renewed determination to focus on her own life and responsibilities.

As she walks away, Afrah resolves to keep her emotions in check and not let the presence of a stranger- no matter how charming  he is.

The parking lot is dimly lit and unusually quiet, save for the distant hum of city traffic. Afrah, having just finished her shopping, makes her way toward her car. As she approaches, a faint, intimate sound catches her attention.

Curious and slightly uneasy, she follows the sound and rounds a corner. There, in a secluded part of the lot, she spots the handsome  stranger and his companion locked in a passionate kiss. Their embrace is intense, the stranger’s hands resting firmly on the woman’s hips as they kiss deeply, lost in their own world.

Afrah's heart skips a beat as she recognizes him. Her initial surprise gives way to a twinge of jealousy, despite her best efforts to stay detached. She stands there for a moment, both captivated and uncomfortable, as the couple continues their intimate exchange.

The sounds of their kissing are audible in the stillness of the parking lot, adding to the charged atmosphere. Afrah feels a mix of emotions—an unwelcome pang of longing and an acute sense of intrusion. She’s acutely aware of how private and intense the moment is.The sounds of their kissing are audible in the stillness of the parking lot, adding to the charged atmosphere. Lila feels a mix of emotions—an unwelcome pang of longing and an acute sense of intrusion. She’s acutely aware of how private and intense the moment is.
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Realizing she’s standing too close, Afrah quickly looks away, her cheeks flushed. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself and regain her sense of control. Feeling a surge of awkwardness, she hurries back to her car, her movements brisk and unsteady.
As she drives away from the parking lot, Afrah's thoughts whirl. The unexpected encounter has stirred up emotions she hadn't anticipated. She focuses on calming her racing heart and clearing her mind, determined to put the unsettling experience behind her.



 2 days later 

The office break room is bustling with morning activity as employees grab their coffee and chat before starting their workday. Afrah, nursing a cup of coffee, listens as her colleague Sneha, known for her animated storytelling, engages a small group of coworkers.

Sneha: (excitedly, with a hint of gossip) “Did you guys hear? The new boss started today, and let me tell you, he’s not just any new hire. He’s incredibly attractive—like, seriously.”

Myra: (curious) “Oh, really? What’s he like?”

Sneha: (leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper) “Well, he’s got this striking presence. Tall, with a really strong build. And his eyes—there’s this intense, presence. Tall, with a really strong build. And his eyes—there’s this intense, almost magnetic quality to them. You can’t help but notice how his suit fits him perfectly. It’s like he walked out of a fashion magazine.”

Coworker 2: (grinning) “Sounds like he’s got the looks. What about his personality?”

Sneha: (flashing a playful smile) “From what I’ve heard, he’s confident and charming, too. Apparently, he has this way of commanding attention without even trying. It’s the kind of thing that makes you notice him the moment he walks into a room.”

Afrah: (trying to focus on her coffee, but unable to ignore the conversation) “It sounds like he’s making quite an impression.”

Sneha: (nodding enthusiastically) “Oh, definitely. I mean, he’s got this charisma that’s hard to ignore. There’s something almost… magnetic about him. I’d say he’s got ‘leading man’ written all over him. And from what I’ve seen so far, he’s definitely one to watch.”

Afrah listens to Sneha’s description, feeling a mix of intrigue and distraction. The prospect of meeting the new boss and the detailed, almost flirtatious way Sneha describes him leaves her with a curious sense of anticipation.

As the conversation shifts to other topics, Afrah can’t help but think about the new boss and the impression he’s likely to make  on everyone in the office. 


Afrah’s heart skipped a beat as she walked into the conference room, Sneha by her side. They had both been eagerly anticipating meeting their new boss, the person everyone in the office had been talking about. As they stepped in, Afrah's eyes widened in shock. Sitting confidently at the head of the table was the handsome stranger she had run into just a few days ago.

He was just as striking as she remembered, with sharp features and a captivating presence that seemed to fill the room. Afrah tried to compose herself, but the surprise was written all over her face. Sneha nudged her playfully, whispering, "You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Afrah quickly looked away, trying to hide the flush creeping up her cheeks. The stranger—now their boss—locked eyes with her and gave a slight, knowing smile. It was clear he remembered her too. This was going to be interesting.



Afrah stood outside her boss's cabin, clutching the file tightly. Her heart was racing, and she hesitated for a moment, remembering their brief yet unforgettable encounter. Summoning her courage, she knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came the deep, familiar voice from inside.

She pushed the door open and stepped in, her eyes meeting his as she introduced herself. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m Afrah. I’ve brought the files you requested.” As she glanced at his nameplate, it all clicked—Vishal. So, this was the name of the man she couldn’t stop thinking about.


Vishal leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk on his face. “I thought you might not come to the cabin,” he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Afrah raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with newfound confidence. “Why shouldn’t I?” she replied coolly, a hint of challenge in her voice.

Vishal chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the exchange. “No reason,” he said, still smiling. “Just glad you did.”

Afrah nodded, placing the file on his desk with a firm hand. “If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work,” she said, maintaining her poise despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Vishal watched her for a moment longer, then nodded. “Thank you, Afrah. I’ll let you know if I need anything else.”



As Afrah returned to her desk, her mind kept drifting back to that night. She had been at a friend’s party, stepping out for some fresh air when she’d stumbled upon a private moment. Hidden in the shadows, she saw Vishal, her new boss, lost in a passionate kiss with a woman. The memory replayed in vivid detail—the way his strong hands gripped the woman’s waist, the soft, wet sounds of their kisses, the intensity of the moment.

Afrah shook her head, trying to focus on her work, but the images wouldn’t leave her. She remembered the way Vishal had looked that night—his usual composed demeanor replaced by raw desire. The scene had been so unexpected, so intimate, and now it was stuck in her mind, looping over and over.She felt a warmth spreading through her, a strange mix of curiosity and something deeper she hadn’t expected. Her heart raced, and a flush crept up her neck. Afrah was startled by her own reaction—why was she feeling this way? She pressed a hand to her chest, taking a deep breath, but the feeling lingered, making it hard to concentrate.

The office around her buzzed with activity, but Afrah was lost in her thoughts, her mind tangled in the memory of Vishal. She tried to shake it off, but the pull was strong, leaving her both flustered and intrigued by the man who was now her boss.

Afrah knew she needed to clear her head, but as the day went on, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen—or how it had made her feel.



Afrah was lost in her thoughts when the familiar buzz of her phone pulled her back to reality. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from Sohail, her fiancé. She sighed, pushing aside the lingering images of Vishal, and opened the chat.

Sohail: Hey, how’s work going?

Afrah: Hey! It’s good, just the usual stuff. How about you?

Sohail: Same here. Busy as always. I was thinking… day after tomorrow's a holiday. Want to meet up?

Afrah hesitated for a second, still feeling the distraction from her earlier thoughts. But she knew she needed to focus on her relationship with Sohail.

Afrah: Sure, sounds good. Where do you want to go?

Sohail: How about that new café near your office? I heard it’s really nice.

Afrah: Perfect, see you there at 11?

Sohail: 11 it is. Looking forward to it!

Afrah smiled softly as she put her phone down. Sohail was reliable, steady, everything she thought she wanted. Yet, as she sat back and tried to refocus on her work, her mind still wandered back to Vishal and that night. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, reminding herself that she had a good thing going with Sohail. 



Sohail leaned back in his chair, a wide smile spreading across his face as he read Afrah's last message. He could hardly believe his luck—being engaged to someone like Afrah still felt surreal. She was everything he had ever dreamed of: intelligent, beautiful, and effortlessly charming. He knew she was way out of his league, and sometimes it still amazed him how an arranged setup had led to their engagement.

Scrolling through Instagram, Sohail stopped at one of Afrah's recent videos. She was laughing, her hair catching the sunlight, her smile bright and radiant. He replayed it a few times, unable to get enough of the sight of her. Even through a screen, she had a way of capturing his attention completely. His
thoughts drifted, imagining their future together. The thought of their upcoming honeymoon filled his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation.

He pictured them alone, away from the prying eyes of their families, in a beautiful, private setting. He imagined holding her, kissing her, exploring every inch of the woman he was so captivated by. The thought sent a thrill through him, and he couldn’t wait to make those fantasies a reality.

Sohail’s phone buzzed again, snapping him out of his daydream. It was a work message, reminding him of the tasks he still had to finish. With a sigh, he set his phone down and tried to focus, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Afrah. Tomorrow, he would see her, and every time they met, he felt like
he was getting a little closer to the life he’d always wanted with her.

Afrah pov:

Afrah stepped into Vishal’s cabin once again, her nerves tingling as she approached his desk. She was determined to keep her composure, even as memories of that night in the mall parking lot kept flooding her mind. She had seen him then, wrapped up in a heated kiss with a woman, his hands gripping her hips possessively. The sight had left an impression that was hard to shake, and now, as she stood before him, Afrah couldn’t help but wonder if Vishal had noticed her that night.

Vishal glanced up, a familiar teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Afrah,” he greeted smoothly, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual confidence. “You’re
back again. People might start to think you like spending time in my office.”

Afrah rolled her eyes, though a small smile crept onto her face. “I’m just doing my job, Vishal,” she said, setting the file on his desk. “But thanks for the compliment.”

Vishal’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Oh, you’re good at more than just your job,” he said, his voice dropping into a flirtatious tone. “You’ve got a fire in you—feisty, determined, takes whatever she wants.” He smirked, and Afrah felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of flattery and intrigue.

As she tried to maintain her composure, her eyes drifted to his hands—those veiny, strong hands she couldn’t forget. The memory of them gripping the woman’s hips resurfaced, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Vishal knew she had been watching from the shadows that night.

She decided to probe, trying to sound casual
'I think you also takes what you want sir' she said, testing the waters. 


Vishal’s smile widened, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Ah, the mall,” he said, as if savoring a private joke. “Yeah, I remember. It was quite a busy evening. And yes I takes what  I want  ,but that evening we wanted the same thing especially if it’s something that catches my eye.” His tone was layered with meaning, and Afrah felt a spark of suspicion. Did he know she was there? Was he referring to the moment when she had seen him in that compromising position


Afrah’s heart raced as she tried to dig deeper without giving herself away. “Busy night, indeed,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease growing inside her. “Must have been nice, getting what you wanted… or letting someone else get what they wanted.”

Vishal’s gaze lingered on her, slowly drifting down to take in her figure. Even in her modest shalwar, he didn’t hide his appreciation for her curves. Afrah felt a shiver run through her as she noticed his eyes tracing the lines of her silhouette, his attention blatant and unapologetic.

Vishal’s grin widened, a knowing glint flashing in his eyes. He didn’t directly answer her question but instead watched her with a look that said he was fully aware of the unspoken tension between them. “Timing is everything, Afrah,” he said ambiguously, leaning back in his chair. “Sometimes, you just have to let things unfold naturally. Don’t you think?”


Vishal chuckled, his gaze never wavering. “Exactly,” he said, his voice soft yet charged with unspoken implications. “And sometimes, being noticed—or noticing someone—is all that matters

Afrah swallowed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. The way he looked at her—like he knew exactly what she was thinking—left her both flustered and intrigued. She nodded, managing a polite smile, though her mind was racing with questions. Had Vishal seen her in the parking lot that night? Did he know she had witnessed that intimate moment?

Afrah felt a thrill run through her, a mix of attraction and intrigue. Vishal’s flirtation was bold and unapologetic, and she found herself liking the way he looked at her. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, something electric and unspoken, and she couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of it



She excused herself from his cabin, her thoughts a whirlwind of curiosity and a growing attraction she couldn’t ignore. As she walked back to her desk, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Vishal was aware of far more than he let on, and she wondered just how much longer she could keep her curiosity—and her interest in him—under wraps.

Afrah managed to maintain her composure as she finished her conversation with Vishal. She excused herself, her mind still buzzing from their exchange. As she turned to leave his cabin, she could feel Vishal's gaze on her, a palpable heat that made her aware of every step she took.

Her hips swayed unconsciously as she walked out, a slight smile playing on her lips. She knew Vishal’s eyes were on her, appreciating the way she moved. The awareness of his gaze sent a thrill through her, heightening her senses as she made her way down the corridor.
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 Sohail pov:

Sohail paced around his apartment, glancing at the clock every few minutes. The anticipation of seeing Afrah again made him both excited and nervous. Despite their engagement, their interactions had been limited to just a few meetings and the occasional phone call. He lived in a different city for work, which made their time together all the more precious.

He thought about Afrah, his gorgeous fiancé. Even from their brief encounters, he had been struck by her grace, her intelligence, and her beauty. The way she carried herself, her soft laughter, and the way she seemed to light up a room had left a lasting impression on him.Today, as he prepared for their meeting, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves. He wanted everything to be perfect. He had been planning for this day—thinking about what to wear, what to say, and how to make a memorable impression. He wanted to show Afrah just how much he cared and how excited he was about their future together.

He carefully selected his outfit, opting for a smart yet relaxed look that he hoped would make him look both polished and approachable. He rehearsed a few lines in his head, trying to find the right balance between charming and sincere. His mind raced with thoughts about how to impress her, how to make her feel special, and how to ensure their time together was enjoyable.As he drove to the café where they had agreed to meet, he kept reminding himself to stay calm and be himself. The last thing he wanted was to come across as too nervous or overly eager. He just wanted to enjoy their time together, get to know her better, and strengthen the bond they had started to build.

When he finally arrived at the café, he took a deep breath and tried to relax. Seeing Afrah would be a welcome reprieve from the hectic pace of his life, and he couldn’t wait to spend some quality time with her. His excitement and nerves mingled as he waited for her arrival, hoping that their meeting would be the start of something wonderful.

As Sohail waited at the café, his excitement grew with every passing minute. When he finally saw Afrah walking towards him, his heart skipped a beat. She looked as stunning as ever, and seeing her in person made him feel a rush of warmth and admiration. Her beauty and elegance were even more striking up close.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

They settled into a cozy corner of the café and began chatting about everyday things—how her week had been, his latest work projects, and the small details of their lives. The conversation flowed easily, and Sohail enjoyed every moment of their interaction. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her, marveling at how lucky he felt to be engaged to someone like her.

However, he soon noticed that Afrah seemed a bit distracted. Her responses were polite but slightly offhand, and her gaze wandered more than usual. Sohail’s heart sank a little at the thought that something might be bothering her.

“Is everything okay?” he asked gently, trying to catch her eye. “You seem a bit preoccupied today.”

Afrah offered a small, forced smile. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a bit of work stuff on my mind,” she replied quickly, brushing off his concern.

Sohail didn’t press further, respecting her wish to keep things private. He tried to focus on making their time together enjoyable, talking about their future plans and the exciting possibilities that lay ahead. Despite her distraction, he was determined to make the day memorable for both of them.

After their conversation, they decided to catch a movie. Sohail felt a sense of relief as they settled into the theater, hoping that the relaxed atmosphere might help Afrah unwind. They enjoyed the film, and the shared experience helped them reconnect, even if just a little.

When the movie ended, Sohail walked Afrah to her home. The day was fading into evening, and the quiet street seemed to offer a peaceful end to their time together. As they reached her doorstep, he gave her a warm, affectionate smile.

“I had a great time today,” he said sincerely. “I’m really looking forward to more moment 
Afrah smiled back, a touch of gratitude in her eyes. “Me too, Sohail. Thank you for today.”

He watched as she stepped inside and closed the door. As he drove away, Sohail reflected on their day. He hoped that whatever was on Afrah’s mind would sort itself out, and he resolved to be there for her in any way he could. For now, he felt a mix of contentment and lingering curiosity, eager for the next time they would be together.



Afrah pov:

As Afrah settled back into her routine after the day with Sohail, she couldn’t shake the feeling of boredom that had lingered from their meeting. The conversation had felt flat and uninspiring, a stark contrast to the stimulating and flirtatious exchanges she’d had with Vishal.

Since meeting Vishal, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. She found herself replaying their conversations and interactions in her mind, the thrill of his attention and the undeniable chemistry they shared. Even now, as she reflected on her time with Sohail, she couldn't help but compare it to the excitement she felt around Vishal.Since meeting Vishal, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. She found herself replaying their conversations and interactions in her mind, the thrill of his attention and the undeniable chemistry they shared. Even now, as she reflected on her time with Sohail, she couldn't help but compare it to the excitement she felt around Vishal.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a vivid memory of a dream she’d had the previous night. In the dream, Vishal had been kissing another woman, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive intensity. But the scene had shifted abruptly, and suddenly, she was the one in his arms.In the dream, their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Afrah could almost feel Vishal’s strong hands on her round buttocks, kneading and playing with them, sending waves of pleasure through her. Their mouths moved together in a wet, heated rhythm, the sound of their kissing echoing in her ears as if it were a living thing.[img]<a href=[/img]" />[img]<a href=[/img]

The sensations were so real, so vivid, that she could almost feel Vishal’s touch even now. His hands seemed to linger on her, exploring her curves with a deliberate slowness that made her heart race. The kiss was all-consuming, their bodies pressing together, making her body ache with longing.

She found herself shivering slightly at the intensity of the dream, the memory of Vishal’s touch and their passionate kiss lingering in her mind. It was as if her body had been awakened by the dream, craving something she couldn’t quite name but was drawn to with a fierce intensity.

As she tried to focus on her night, her thoughts kept drifting back to Vishal, the dream, and the undeniable allure he held over her. The contrast between the thrilling fantasies and the mundane reality of her day with Sohail was becoming increasingly stark, and Afrah knew she needed to find a way to reconcile these conflicting feelings.

Shivering slightly at the intensity of the dream, Afrah realized she had to address her feelings. She knew that continuing to see Vishal or letting her thoughts about him linger could jeopardize her relationship with Sohail. Despite the undeniable attraction and excitement she felt around Vishal, she needed to focus on her commitment to Sohail and avoid situations that could make things complicated.

“I should avoid Vishal as much as possible,” she thought, trying to steady herself. “It’s for the best. Otherwise, it could be bad for my relationship with Sohail.”As she tried to focus on her night, Afrah resolved to keep her distance from Vishal and concentrate on her relationship with Sohail. The contrast between her thrilling fantasies and the reality of her commitments weighed heavily on her, but she hoped that by steering clear of Vishal, she could find a way to reconcile her feelings and strengthen her relationship with Sohail.

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Vishal pov :
 
Somewhere in posh area in the city Vishal was in his penthouse enjoying the view of the city sitting on the large couch, there was a red saree laying on the floor and beside it a lady
was down on her knees on her kitchen floor sucking the biggest cock she could imagine.
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"Yeah baby, you got a nice mouth, suck that shit!" Vishal grunted as he reached down, grabbed the base of his tight tee-shirt and pulled it over his head. He tossed it aside, lowered his hand and pulled her long hair aside so he could watch her work. 

Her name was Tanya : a bong lady ,she was recently married few months ago, Vishal had met her few weeks ago at a party and now she is in his penthouse.

Tanya glanced up with big bloodshot eyes and his huge cock stretching her mouth; she used her free hand to admire his muscle and tattoo covered torso.

At the same time he brought his other hand to the back of her head and pulled, "Take it deeper baby, you know you want to!"

Tanya was able to take another inch between her widespread lips but gagged when the fat tip pressed against her tonsils. He pulled the oversized knob back into her mouth before pressing forward again. He did it three or four times before she pushed against his thighs until his cock plopped from her puffy lips. She gripped his slippery shaft with both hands as a long saliva and pre-cum strand stretched from her mouth to the large hole at the top of his ebony pole. The wife stroked it mesmerizingly as she spread the wetness from the portion that had been in her mouth down the full length of his manhood. Brie was blown away by his thickness as her little fingers couldn't even stretch around him, "Oh my God...it's so...so big," she gasped breathlessly, still trying to replace the air in her lungs that had been blocked by his cock moments before, "I never thought I would ever touch something so powerful..." she spoke absently as she stroked him more hurriedly.

"Lick my balls!"



Tanya found herself aroused by his directness, , her husband had never directed her during sex. Now here she was obediently following the directions of a man at least five years her junior while on her knees on her own kitchen floor. She held Vishal's long cock against his belly button with one hand as she lowered her other and cupped his dark black leathery sack. Amazed at its weight, she gasped, "How can they be so big...I never knew...jeez...oh God they're so hot!" The young wife slurred as she lowered her face and stuck out her tongue while immediately inhaling his overwhelming masculine scent.

"Yeah, suck on them too bitch...uh-huh...just like that. You like that shit?"

Tanya nodded her head enthusiastically, never remembering ever having sucked on her husband's middling balls before. She took turns attempting to suck them in and out of her pretty mouth, trying to imagine how much cum each of them must produce, "Is that okay...?" She asked as she let the lower one pop from between her lips again.

"Mmm-hmm. It'll take you some time to get used to the size, but trust me you'll never have anything better!"


The drunken wife groaned in agreement as she stroked his long cock with her small hand as her lips kissed and licked his heavy nuts.

"What'd think baby? Taste good? Better than your husband's?"

"Oh my God yes!"

"Bigger?" He teased, obviously already knowing the answer.

"You have no idea! It's so amazing...I want you in my mouth all night long!"

A smile formed on Vishal's face as he directed her wet lips back to the engorged head and pushed it inside. She enthusiastically sucked the dark stick for several minutes before he finally pulled her to her feet. He leaned down and kissed her as he did on the dance floor at the rave club. She pushed her tongue in his mouth as she reached down and gripped his cock yet again.

They kissed for nearly a minute before he pulled away, "Take off that

The young wife, still wanting to please him, took a step back and began unbuttoning her blouse seductively. He looked on approvingly as his cock hung menacingly between them. When she got the final button undone, she slowly slipped it from her narrow shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Vishal's perky C-cups sat firmly over her flat tummy in a small lacy black bra. Her big rock-hard nipples pressed impressively against the shear fabric of the skimpy top.

"Nice..." was all vishal said before he then told her to lose the petticoat.

She looked back at him with a mildly surprised gaze on her face, "Damn he's cocky..." Moments later, as if she wasn't even controlling them, she found her fingers unbuttoning it for him.

When it too dropped to the floor, Vishal chimed, "Yeah, I like that shit!" He eyed her from head to her high-heeled clad toes. "Turn around!"

Tanya looked at him flirtatiously before slowly spinning around and flashing her tight g-string exposed ass. "Fuck yeah baby!" He exclaimed. "That's a sweet little married gand you got there bitch!"

She giggled over her shoulder and wiggled it for him.

Moments later she felt herself being scooped off the floor.

Startled by his aggressive move, she shrieked loudly before wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers. After kissing him wetly, she pulled away and giggled.


One minute later he threw her down on the big kingsize bed . She landed on her hands and knees. Just as she peered back over her shoulder, she felt thick fingers sliding into her g-string and pulling it aside. She gasped loudly when a long tongue made contact with her swollen pussy lips.



"Oh God that feels good..." Tanya moaned as Vishal's long tongue licked her pussy from behind. Moments later her knees nearly buckled as he pressed it against her dripping asshole..."Fuh...god...don't stop!" She squealed.

Tanya's eyes closed tightly as mews and breathy gasps escaped her lips. She had known for a long time that sex with her husband wasn't satisfying, but she had rationalized that at least he was adequate with his mouth. At this moment, she realized that theory was bullshit as Vishal's talented tongue quickly had her whimpering and gasping for more, "Oh God...yes...I love it...please don't stop...ohh...ohh...yes...uhn...your tongue feels sooo good!"

Vishal brought the horny wife to the edge several times before he finally subsided. As he lifted his head, he pridefully admired the wet mess that covered her pussy and up and down the crack of her ass. The confident black man moved forward and pushed her knees further apart as he took up residence between them. He reached for his cock and playfully slapped it around between her legs.

"Oh God...do you have something?" TANYA whined


Vishal knew he had her worked up to the point that he could have forced the issue and she would likely have accepted him without protection, but he reached for his pants, pulled out several rubbers and tossed them on the bed sheets next to them. Vishal admired the young wife's sweet little bubble ass and fat pussy lips as he sheathed himself. He had learned that while fucking college girls was fun, nothing was quite like pounding the shit out of young married babes. He already knew this cock rocket was sure to not disappoint.
But one young unmarried woman had caught his attention in last few days .His devilish mind has already formed how he could get Afrah.He surly wanted to fuck that hot girl Afrah but don't want an office scandal.


Vishal attention get back to Tanya hearing her moan, now she was without any garment on her and on her hands and knees breathlessly waiting to be taken by him on her own bed. Vishal rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass and across her hungry pussy lips.
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She whined again, "god that feels amazing, please put it in...but go slow......you're much bigger than anyone I've...OHHH...OH MY GOD...uhn...umph"

She stopped speaking mid-sentence when the head of Vishal's fat cock sunk past her splayed lips.

"Uhn...god..."

"Relax baby...let your pussy enjoy it! This cock right here is going to make you forget all about your nervousness. Before long, you'll never want it to stop!"

"Ohhhh...I already don't want it to..." Tanya moaned

An experienced smile formed on Vishal's face as he worked inch after inch inside her, "Fuck...you are really tight girl, I assume you don't have any kids!"

"No...uhn...uhn...we've talked about it, but...Oh Shit!...uhn...uhn...God you're so deep..."


Vishal was glad to get the topic back to fucking as he shoved his cock in and out of her. This married bitch was really wet, but she still felt tighter than just about any pussy he'd been in for a long time. He always told these married bitches how tight they were to make them think about how much bigger he was than the men they slept with every night.

Vishal's cock was still only slightly more than halfway in as he held her hips and worked into a steady pace. The room was soon filled with Tanya s breathy moans and grunts along with the wet sounds of her now dripping pussy. The bedsprings creaked in a timely symphony with the headboard as it banged against the wall. The young wife gripped the bed sheets tightly as her head rested agains thepillow.

Vishal pounded away.



"Ohhh...ohhh...please don't stop. Your big cock feels so good in me...uhn...uhn..."

"You got a really nice pussy. Do you want to cum on this big cock?"
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"Oh God yes! I've never felt anything like it! You're going to make me cum so fast! Please don't stop...uhn...uhn..."


"Don't worry baby, I'm just getting started! You cum all over this big cock now and then you can relax for a long night of fucking!" Vishal bragged between clenched teeth before he spanked her hard on the ass.

"Ohhhh fuh...yes...don't stop! So much cock...uhn...you're giving me so much wonderful cock!" The young wife was in heaven as his thick veiny dick scbangd and scratched along every sensitive inch of her dripping pussy. She could feel an orgasm building inside her unlike anything she had felt before, "Oh Nick, ffffffuck me! You're going to make me cum so fast!"

"That's it bitch, cum on that big dick!"


Vishal spanked the hot wife one final time before railing deeper into her than he had any point.

The sexy wife squealed in blissful decadence before her entire body shook and the first wave of her climax creamed all over him. Vishal kept pounding away. Tanya urgently begged him to keep going as she quickly realized she was experiencing multiple orgasms for the first time in her life, "Oh my God, I think you're going to make me cum again!"

A big smile formed on vishal's face as he recognized the telltale signs of multiples, "Yeah baby, get all that cum out! This big cock loves being bathed in married pussy juice!"

"Ohhh...ohhh...yes...I'm going again...please don't stop!"

Vishal extended her cum spree for an incredible couple of minutes before he felt tingling in his massive balls, "Get your cum now bitch cuz my nuts are ready to explode!"

"Ohhhh God...I'm going to...pllleeeasse keep doing it! Ohhhh it feels sooo good...don't stop!...Uhn...uhn...uhn!"


Ohhh yes...make me cum again when you do!"

The big man grunted loudly and his entire body tensed as his massive balls contracted and hastily tested the limits of the oversized rubber. He sprayed blast after blast of his thick paste into the sheathing. Peering over her shoulder and seeing the satisfied look on his face and feeling his cock expand and harden to its powerful rutted limits was enough to send her down the heavenly path one final time, "Yes Tanya fuuuucccckkkk mmmmeeee!" She wailed before her long hair flew from side to side as she experienced yet another massive cum.

The two of them collapsed together in a sweat soaked embrace.

After they caught their breath, Tanya planted multiple kisses around Vishal's neck and side of his face before she whispered in his ear, "My husband's not coming home until Monday, I want you to stay till he does!"


Late the following night, Vishal slipped on his clothes as Tanya lay in her master bed with a frothy mess between her legs. They'd run out of rubbers in the early afternoon and she just decided to fuck it as she was pretty confident she was in the safe part of her cycle.

"Why don't you stay overnight, my husband doesn't back until tomorrow afternoon and I don't have to work!" The bong lady whined.

"Sorry baby, I have work in the morning and to be honest my dick kind of hurts."

"C'mon back to bed and I'll make it feel better," she responded as she licked her lips suggestively.

"Nah, I can't. But baby, that was some really great sex, I'm glad you came to the show!"

"When am I going to see you again?" She asked expectantly.
  
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Afrah found herself thinking about Vishal more and more each day. His charm, his confidence, and the way he always seemed to be in control made him impossible to ignore. Every interaction with him was charged with an energy that left her wanting more, and his teasing had become a guilty pleasure she couldn’t resist.

Today was no different. As Afrah walked into the office, she caught a glimpse of Vishal in his cabin, his sharp suit fitting perfectly as he leaned casually against his desk. Their eyes met, and a slow smile spread across his face. She hesitated for a moment, then gathered her courage and stepped inside to drop off some files.

Good morning, Afrah,” Vishal greeted her, his voice smooth and inviting. “Looking sharp today. Did you dress up just to impress me?”

Afrah rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Please, I have better things to do than worry about impressing my boss,” she replied, placing the files on his desk.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Vishal leaned closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You’ve been catching my eye more and more lately. It’s hard not to notice.”

Afrah felt a flush creep up her neck, her heart quickening at his words.[img]<a href=[/img]" /> She tried to keep her tone light. “You’re imagining things. I’m just here to do my job.”


“Is that all it is?” Vishal asked, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before meeting her eyes again. “Because I get the feeling you enjoy our little chats as much as I do.”

Afrah bit her lower lip, her resolve wavering under his intense gaze. She couldn’t deny the flutter in her stomach every time he looked at her like that, as if she were the only person in the room. She laughed softly, trying to mask her growing attraction. “You have quite the imagination, Vishal.”

“I’ve been told it’s one of my best qualities,” he teased, leaning back with a playful smirk. “But let’s be honest, Afrah. There’s something here, isn’t there? A little spark, maybe Afrah’s mind raced. She knew she should deny it, brush him off, and keep things professional. But the way he looked at her, the way his voice dipped just slightly when he said her name—it all made her pulse race. She swallowed, fighting to keep her voice steady.

“You’re very sure of yourself,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “Maybe too sure.”

Vishal chuckled, the sound low and enticing. “Confidence can be attractive, can’t it? Besides, it’s not just about me. I see the way you look at me, Afrah. It’s not just in my head.”


Afrah’s breath caught, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. He was right—she did find herself drawn to him, more than she cared to admit. His teasing, his confidence, even the way he seemed to know exactly what to say to make her heart flutter—it all added up to an attraction she was finding increasingly difficult to ignore.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” she said finally, a mix of frustration and amusement in her voice.

Vishal’s grin widened. “Only if you let me be.”

They held each other’s gaze for a long moment, the tension between them thickening. Afrah felt a surge of excitement, a pull that was both thrilling and dangerous. She knew she should walk away, keep her distance, but she couldn’t deny the growing
allure of Vishal’s attention.

As she turned to leave the cabin, she felt his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze following her every step. Her hips swayed just a little more than usual, an unconscious response to his lingering look. [img]<a href=[/img]" />She knew she was playing with fire, but the excitement of their exchanges, the way Vishal made her feel alive and noticed, was becoming a temptation she was finding harder to resist with each passing day.

Afrah’s heart raced as she stepped into Vishal’s cabin, carrying a stack of reports that needed his review. She had been thinking about him all morning, her thoughts flitting back to their last encounter and the way his words had sent shivers down her spine. She tried to steady her breathing as she knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Vishal’s voice called from inside, smooth and confident as always.

Afrah entered, trying to maintain her composure. Vishal was seated behind his desk, but as soon as he saw her, he leaned back in his chair with a familiar teasing smile.
“Afrah, just the person I wanted to see,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her with a lingering gaze. “Bringing me more work, I see. Do you enjoy watching me suffer?”

Afrah rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. “Someone has to keep you on your toes,” she retorted, placing the reports on his desk.

Vishal stood up, moving closer to her, his presence dominating the small space between them[img]<a href=[/img]" />. “I think you like keeping me on my toes a little too much,” he said softly, his voice laced with playful intent. “I’ve noticed you watching me, Afrah Vishal stood up, moving closer to her, his presence dominating the small space between them. “I think you like keeping me on my toes a little too much,” he said softly, his voice laced with playful intent. “I’ve noticed you watching me, Afrah.”

She tried to laugh it off, but her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. “You’re imagining things again,” she said, looking away as she felt the heat rise to her face.

Vishal reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her hand as he took the top report. The contact was brief but electrifying, sending a jolt through Afrah that made her breath hitch. He noticed her reaction, his smile growing as he leaned in just a fraction closer.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low, “you’re really cute when you blush.”

Afrah’s eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip
[img]<a href=[/img]" />, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in her chest. “I—I’m not blushing,” she stammered, but the telltale warmth on her cheeks betrayed her.

Vishal chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. “Oh, but you are. And I think you like this game as much as I do.” He stepped even closer, his body almost brushing against hers, the proximity sending her senses into overdrive.Afrah swallowed, her pulse quickening as she tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
[img]<a href=[/img]" /> “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. But even as she spoke, she couldn’t bring herself to step back. The magnetic pull between them was too strong.

Vishal’s gaze dropped to her lips, his eyes darkening with a mix of mischief and desire. “Why not? It’s just a little harmless fun, isn’t it?” He reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her cheek in a way that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

Afrah bit her lip again, trying to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. She was trapped in the intensity of his gaze, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to pull away, to keep things professional, but the other part—oh, the other part wanted nothing more than to give in to the thrill of his touch.

“You’re trouble, Vishal,” she finally managed to say, her voice shaky but laced with a hint of teasing. “Serious trouble.”

Vishal’s smile widened, and he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Only the best kind,” he whispered, his voice sending a rush of heat through her.Afrah felt her knees weaken, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his words and the intensity of his presence. She stepped back slightly, trying to catch her breath, but not before her shoulder brushed against his chest. The brief contact sent another surge of electricity through her, leaving her flustered and off-balance.

She cleared her throat, desperately trying to regain control. “I should—um, I should get back to work,” she said, her voice unsteady.

Vishal nodded, his eyes never leaving her. “Of course,” he said smoothly, though the playful glint in his gaze told her that this was far from over. Just as she turned to leave, he spoke up again, his voice casual but with an undercurrent of something more. “Actually, Afrah, I’m meeting a client this afternoon, and I’d like you to join me.”

Afrah stopped in her tracks, turning back to face him. She raised an eyebrow, trying to read his expression. “Why me?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and wariness.

Vishal shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Because I think you’ll enjoy it. And because I like having you around.”

Afrah hesitated, her mind racing with the implications of his request. But as she looked into his eyes, she felt that familiar pull, the irresistible attraction that had been growing stronger with each passing day. She nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through despite herself.Alright,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll join you.”

As Afrah walked out of the cabin, her thoughts were a jumble of anticipation and excitement. She knew she was treading dangerous waters, but the thrill of Vishal’s attention and the promise of their next encounter were impossible to resist.

Vishal pov:
As Vishal settled into his chair in the hotel’s private dining area, he cast a discreet glance at Afrah across the table. The room was elegantly appointed, providing a luxurious and intimate setting that felt almost too perfect for their meeting. The soft glow of the candlelight highlighted the features of both their faces, casting an enchanting ambiance over the evening.

His eyes were drawn to Afrah, who had clearly taken extra care with her appearance before arriving. The subtle art of her makeup had been expertly retouched, accentuating her natural beauty. Her lips, now glossed to perfection, shimmered in the soft light, their shape fuller and more inviting than before. Vishal’s gaze lingered on them, drawn by their allure.

He couldn’t help but imagine how those lips would feel against his. The glossy finish of her lipstick gave her mouth a plump, almost edible quality, making it seem like a temptation he could hardly resist. He imagined the softness of her lips, warm and slightly yielding, as they brushed against his. He could almost taste the faint, sweet hint of her gloss, mingled with the warmth of her breath.

Vishal's thoughts drifted to how her lips might feel pressed firmly against his, their softness blending with the warmth of his own mouth. The contrast between the smooth, glossy surface and the slight pressure of her kiss was a tantalizing thought. He wondered if her lips tasted as sweet as they looked, with a hint of whatever flavor her gloss carried—a flavor in his imagination, was both enticing and addictive.

As they waited for the client to arrive, Vishal found himself increasingly distracted by the image of her lips, the memory of their close encounters, and the undeniable chemistry between them. The evening was turning into an exercise in restraint, as he battled the urge to close the distance between them and explore the allure that her carefully crafted appearance had only intensified.

The room’s quiet hum of ambient music and the soft flicker of candlelight seemed to amplify his growing anticipation. He knew the client would arrive soon, but as he watched Afrah, he couldn’t shake the thought of what it would be like to taste the sweetness of her lips, an ever-present temptation that made the waiting feel both exhilarating and torturous.

Another naughty thought passes his mind ,he started imaging how that beautiful lips and face would look pleasuring his thick cock with his precum coated around her lips and dripping down her chin.This thought made him hard.


Though he had been with many women, there was something about Afrah that made her stand out.

Last night, even while sharing a bed with another woman, his thoughts had incessantly returned to Afrah. Her image, her smile, the way she carried herself—these thoughts had consumed him, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. Her allure was different, more profound, striking a chord deep within him.

He found himself captivated by her in a way he had rarely experienced. There was a magnetic pull that drew him to her, a burning need that he couldn't ignore. 

Vishal’s thoughts were consumed with the need to have her, to make her his. He looked at Afrah with an intensity that bordered on lustful, his eyes tracing the curves of her figure and lingering on her lips. The attraction was undeniable, and he knew he was determined to make her his no matter what.

As he awaited the arrival of the client, Vishal’s focus remained on Afrah. The conversation with the client, the business at hand—all of it seemed secondary to the powerful draw he felt towards her. His desire was a consuming fire, and he couldn’t wait for the moment when he could explore this intense attraction further.


Afrah pov:

Afrah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, acutely aware of Vishal’s lingering gaze. The private dining area was elegantly lit, but the intensity of his stare felt almost too intimate, too personal. She had noticed him looking at her with a predatory interest that made her feel both flattered and uneasy.

Finally, unable to ignore it any longer, she cleared her throat and said, “Vishal, could you stop looking at me like that?”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk curling on his lips. “Like what?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “I’m just admiring how stunning you look tonight.”



Afrah felt her cheeks warm. “I’m serious. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

Vishal leaned in slightly, his gaze dropping to her lips with a deliberate intensity. “I can’t help it. Your lips look particularly irresistible tonight,” he said, his voice dripping with flirtation. “Did you do this just for me?”

The way he said it, with that smoldering look in his eyes, made Afrah’s pulse quicken. “Stop it,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly. “I mean it.”

Taking a deep breath, she decided to address something that had been gnawing at her. “You know, if you have a girlfriend, you should stop flirting with me,” she said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the edge of irritation in her voice.

Vishal’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Girlfriend? I’m just a guy who appreciates beauty when he sees it. No strings attached.”

Afrah narrowed her eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy despite herself. “Then who was that woman you were with at the mall?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended. “Was she just a friend?”


Vishal’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Girlfriend? I’m just a guy who appreciates beauty when he sees it. No strings attached.”

Afrah narrowed her eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy despite herself. “Then who was that woman you were with at the mall?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended. “Was she just a friend?”

Vishal’s expression turned playful, but there was a hint of seriousness behind his smile. “Oh, her? She’s a friend, nothing more,” he said, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual dismissal. “You don’t need to worry about her.”


Afrah tried to mask her disappointment and the twinge of jealousy she felt at his dismissive response. “Right,” she said, forcing a smile. “Just a friend.”

As Vishal’s gaze continued to linger on her with that same intense look, Afrah couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that clung to her. The intensity of his attention and the underlying emotions it stirred were difficult to ignore. She shifted in her seat, trying to regain her composure, but the lingering tension made it hard to focus on anything else.

The clients arrived, and Vishal engaged them in conversation, but his focus was noticeably fractured. Despite his professional demeanor, Afrah could feel his attention drifting toward her.

As Vishal spoke, his gaze frequently flickered to Afrah, lingering longer than necessary. His usually sharp focus wavered, and he leaned slightly toward her, as if drawn by an invisible force. Each time their eyes met, a silent, charged exchange passed between them.

Though they were seated across from each other, the space between them seemed electrified. When Vishal’s hand brushed near the edge of the table, it brought his physical closeness into sharp relief. Afrah felt the subtle heat of his presence, making her pulse quicken.

The moment Vishal’s knee accidentally brushed against Afrah’s under the table, she felt a jolt of awareness. His distracted glances and the brief touch intensified the palpable attraction between them, overshadowing the business discussion and leaving no doubt about the unspoken tension in the air.



As the clients finally left, Vishal turned to Afrah with a mischievous grin. “So, now that the business is wrapped up, how about joining me at the club tonight? It’s just around the corner.”

Afrah hesitated, glancing at her phone. “I really should call Sohail,” she said, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Vishal leaned in slightly, his tone playful. “Come on, Afrah. Just a quick drink. You deserve a break after all the business talk. Besides, I promise it’ll be a good time.”

She bit her, torn between her commitment to Sohail and the growing allure of Vishal’s company. A part of her was drawn to the idea of spending more time with him, despite the nagging voice reminding her of her obligations. Vishal’s teasing tone and confident demeanor only added to her internal conflict.

Are you sure you can’t find someone else to keep you entertained?” Afrah asked, trying to mask her interest with a light-hearted question.

Vishal chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “I could, but I’d much prefer your company. How about this—if you don’t enjoy yourself, I’ll make it up to you. Deal?”

Afrah hesitated for a moment longer, her mind wrestling with the decision. Vishal’s charm and the promise of a fun evening were hard to ignore. Finally, with a resigned smile, she said, “Alright, I’ll go with you. But don’t keep me out too late.”

Vishal’s face lit up with a triumphant grin. “Great! I promise we’ll have a fantastic time.”

As they left the office together, Afrah couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement mingled with apprehension. Part of her was eager for the night ahead, while another part remained cautious. Nevertheless, the allure of Vishal’s company was a powerful draw, making her decision feel both thrilling and daunting.


Afrah had only been to a club a couple of times with friends, but she always left early, and she hadn’t told her family about it. Tonight, standing outside the club with Vishal, she felt self-conscious in her professional dress, feeling out of place among the flashy club-goers.

As they entered the club, the vibrant atmosphere hit her immediately. Vishal led her to the bar, his demeanor effortlessly confident. “What’s your poison for the evening?” he asked with a playful grin.

Afrah hesitated, glancing at the assortment of bottles. “I’ve never really tried alcohol before,” she confessed, her voice betraying her nervousness. “It’s not really something I do.”


Vishal’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and challenge. “Oh, come on, Afrah. You can’t come to a club and not have at least one drink. It’s part of the experience. You’ve got to at least give it a shot. Don’t tell me you’re afraid to try something new.”

Afrah’s heart skipped a beat. Vishal’s teasing tone made her feel like she was on the verge of a dare, and the idea of backing down felt like losing. “It’s not that I’m afraid,” she said, trying to sound firm. “I just don’t know if it’s for me.”

Vishal leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a coaxing murmur. “Look, I’ll start you with something light. How about a cocktail? It’s not too strong, and you might even end up liking it. You know, there’s something thrilling about stepping out of your comfort zone. It’s all about experiencing life. Are you going to let a little drink stop you from having fun?”

Afrah met his gaze, and there was a glint of challenge in his eyes. She felt a surge of determination not to back down. “Alright,” she said, her voice resolute. “I’ll try it. Just one drink.”

Vishal’s grin widened, clearly pleased with her decision. “That’s the spirit! You won’t regret it. I promise.”
He sig
He signaled the bartender, who soon presented a colorful cocktail. Vishal handed it to her with a wink. “To new experiences,” he toasted.

Afrah took a tentative sip, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol making her grimace. She tried to hide her discomfort behind a smile, but it was clear the taste wasn’t what she had hoped for.

As she looked around the club, the vibrant scene only heightened her unease. The dance floor was alive with movement—girls in provocative outfits swaying their hips, couples engaged in passionate embraces, and a few lost in heated kisses. The sight made her feel a pang of envy and discomfort. She felt out of place amidst the seductive energy of the club.

Despite Vishal’s charm and the allure of the night, Afrah couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t quite belong here. The vibrant scene and the seductive atmosphere seemed to accentuate her own sense of insecurity and longing.

After handing her the cocktail, Vishal’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. “Now that you’ve had your drink, how about we hit the dance floor?” he suggested, his tone inviting.

Afrah hesitated, her discomfort with the alcohol making her even more reluctant. “I’m not really much of a dancer,” she said, trying to decline.

Vishal leaned in, his voice a sultry whisper. “Come on, Afrah. Just one dance. It’ll be fun. Besides, it’s all about letting go and enjoying the night. I promise you’ll like it.”


She looked at him, torn between her apprehension and the allure of his charm. Finally, with a deep breath, she nodded. “Alright, one dance.”

Vishal’s face lit up with a triumphant grin as he led her to the dance floor. The pulsating music surrounded them, the beat thumping in sync with their hearts. As they started to move, Vishal guided her gently, his hands resting on her waist.

The initial steps were slow and tentative, but as the rhythm of the music intensified, so did their movements. Vishal’s strong arms encircled her, his touch both firm and tender. He pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, feeling the contours of her body against him.

Afrah could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, the connection between them growing more electric with each beat. His grip on her waist was steady, his touch almost possessive, sending shivers down her spine. As they danced, Vishal’s fingers lightly brushed against her side, making her acutely aware of his touch.

Their bodies moved in a slow, sensual rhythm,[img]<a href=[/img]" /> and Vishal’s breath was warm against her neck as he leaned in. His lips almost grazed her ear as he whispered, “You’re doing great. Just let yourself feel the music.”


Afrah’s breath quickened as the dance grew more intimate. Vishal’s strong hands continued to explore the curve of her waist and hips, his movements guiding hers with a confident ease. She could feel his fingers pressing into her curves, every touch igniting a spark of desire. His touch was commanding yet gentle, making her pulse race.

The dance became more heated as Vishal’s hands wandered slightly lower, feeling the curve of her hips and the small of her back. Their bodies pressed together, the space between them almost nonexistent. Vishal’s gaze locked with hers, his eyes dark with intensity, making the air between them thick with unspoken tension.
Afrah found herself caught up in the sensuality of the moment, the combination of the music, Vishal’s touch, and the growing heat between them making it hard to focus on anything but their closeness. The world outside the dance floor seemed to fade away as they moved together, lost in the seductive rhythm of their dance.



As they danced, Afrah gazed into Vishal’s eyes, her breathing quickening with the heat of the moment. The intensity between them became overwhelming.

Suddenly, she pulled away. “It’s getting late. I should go,” she said, her voice trembling.

Vishal’s concern showed. “Let me give you a ride.”

Afrah shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll manage.”

Without waiting for his reply, she left the club, the cool night air hitting her as she walked home, her thoughts still swirling with the evening’s intensity.


Afrah's mind was still spinning almost out of control as she walked back to her house from the club.Her own thoughts were too loud.

 Afrah needed some time alone to decompress. She walked inside and immediately headed for her room
 and peeling off her 'dress' as she went. She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties and left them on her bedroom floor as she fell face first onto her bed. What a day.


Afrah rolled onto her side on her bed and pulled her knees up to her substantial chest. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to clear her mind enough to drift off to sleep. Ten minutes later she was still trying to keep her mind off of the evening's events.

When Afrah's mind had sufficiently replayed the events of the evening, she was finally able to drift off to sleep. When she awoke, her mind immediately snapped back to the night before. There was a slight tingling sensation between her legs but she also had an overwhelming desire to bathe in a tub of rubbing alcohol and scrub herself everywhere Vishal had touched her. She jumped off her bed and darted for the bathroom.feeling guilty thinking about Sohail ,she didn't pick his called today ,she messaged him that she is busy.


Afrah settling for simple soap and water and cranked the shower on. She stepped in and rolled the knob for hot water, letting the temperature rise as high as she could take. Her face contorted and her muscles tensed as she resisted the urge to dial back the heat. Once she was sure she could survive the shower, she emptied nearly a quarter of her remaining body wash into her hands and over her body.

The gel felt cool against her skin and was a welcome relief from the scalding water. She smeared the soap around her face, deeply inhaling its fruity aroma, and down her chest. She lingered a moment as her palms brushed over her dark nipples. She pressed her fingers into her fleshy globes.

Her hands continued down over her stomach and below her waist.
[img]<a href=[/img]" /> She began to scrub in earnest as her fingers slipped over her mound. She grabbed her loofah and slathered it in soap and ran it over her lips. Making gentle motions, she worked it top to bottom, finally feeling some relief and feeling a little less dirty and violated.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

As she cleaned herself, she got a sudden mental image of herself spread for Vishal . A small knot of disgust developed in the pit of her stomach and yet, even as she felt it, one of her hands was traveling back up her stomach to cup one of her breasts.

Her other hand was still moving between her legs but without realizing it, the loofah had fallen out of her hand and her bare fingers were now rubbing the soap over her pussy lips. She moved her hand in a circular motion just below her clit, funneling the shower's hot water against it. She gently ran a finger over it and her knees buckled slightly at the touch.

She was rhythmically squeezing her slick breast and brushing her hard nipple as she did so. Every few squeezes or so, she'd take the nipple between her index finger and thumb and roll it while gently pinching it.

Afrah threw her head back, letting the shower water rain into her face. She opened her mouth and took in a mouthful of water before spitting it back out over her lips. As she did this, she parted her other lips and dipped a finger between them. She began to work the finger in and out of her pussy while using her thumb to continue making circles just below her clitoris.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Afrah bent her knees as she began to ride her own hand. The sound of the water falling into the tub began to splash in time with her movement. Afrah's breathing increased and she found it a little harder to breathe as she inhaled the hot steam.

She increased the speed of her finger as she sawed it in and out of her hot pussy, which now felt hotter than the water from the shower. Her hands were alternating from one breast to the other, pinching each hard nipple before returning to the other.

Somewhere in the distance she thought she heard a voice calling her name but she was too close now. She sucked in and spat out another mouthful of water from the shower head as she curled her finger between her soft lips and worked her palm against her clit. Her toes clenched and for a moment she thought she was going to lose her balance.

"Afrah!" she heard her ammi call from outside the bathroom door.

"No, not now, go away," Afrah thought as her hand became a blur on her pussy. She placed one foot onto the edge of the shower tub, now too preoccupied to be concerned with the risk of falling. She leaned forward, trying to pull her whole body into the fire that was beginning to engulf her.

"Afrah!" her ammi called again and knocked on the door.

Ally ignored her as she released her tender nipple and used that hand to stroke her clit. She furiously pumped two fingers from her other hand in and out of her spasming pussy. Knowing her mom was right outside the door, Afrah bit down on her tongue to avoid screaming out loud as she came. The shower's water now felt oddly cool compared to the heat that was now surging throughout her body. She leaned further forward and tried to balance herself by putting her forehead against the tiled shower wall as her legs shook uncontrollably and felt unsteady.

She continued to ride out her orgasm and didn't lower her foot from the edge of the tub until the last wave had rolled down her spine. Confident that she was no longer in danger of falling, she stood back from the wall and stood straight up. She once again turned her face into the shower stream and basked in the glow of her orgasm, her chest heaving. She was interrupted by the thumping on the door.

"Afrah are you ok in there?" her mom asked, still standing outside the door and sounding concerned.

"Uhh yeah I'm fine," Ally replied quickly, shutting off the water.

She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel and gave herself a quick once over before cracking open the door.

" Ammi, what's up?" she said.

Her mom frowned at her, looking through the door at her. "What happened to your skin?"

Affrah looked down at herself and noticed several splotches where her skin had reddened from the hot water.


I'm not sure," Afrah said, thinking fast. "One minute the water was warm and the next it was scalding."

Her mom continued to frown, "Well, I'll call a plumber , what do you want for breakfast ? I am going to Soha aunty home .I'll be home late, don't wait up," Afrah's mom said as she left.

She again went to bed as it was Sunday.

[fuckandforget]

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Good update

[Raja Velumani]

Interesting turns.

[Zoz34]

Sohail pov:

Sohail stared at his phone, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. Afrah hadn’t picked up his call yesterday, and he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He had tried calling her multiple times, but each attempt went straight to voicemail.

He knew she was busy with work, but this wasn’t like her. They usually made time for each other, even if just for a quick check-in. Thoughts raced through his mind as he wondered if he had done something wrong or if she was simply caught up in something urgent. He tried to push away the doubt creeping in, reminding himself that they were engaged, and she was committed to him.

Still, a part of him couldn’t help but feel a nagging worry. He sent her another message, hoping she’d respond soon, and anxiously watched his phone, waiting for her to call back.


Vishal pov:

Vishal leaned back in his office chair, his eyes following Afrah as she worked across the room. The tension between them had been simmering ever since the night at the club, and he couldn’t help but think about how she had pulled away, leaving him wanting more.

He tapped his fingers on the desk, a sly smile playing on his lips. Afrah was different from the other women—she was a challenge, and he enjoyed the thrill of teasing her, watching her struggle to keep her composure. The way she blushed, the way her breath quickened when he got close—it all fueled his desire to push her boundaries.


A plan began to form in his mind, one that would keep Afrah close and test just how far she was willing to go. He’d start with small things—more meetings, late-night work sessions, casual touches that lingered just a bit too long. He’d make it impossible for her to ignore the pull between them.

Vishal’s grin widened as he thought of ways to blur the lines of their professional relationship. He knew he had to tread carefully, but the idea of watching Afrah wrestle with her own desires was too tempting to resist. He decided he’d create situations where she couldn’t avoid him, couldn’t escape the tension that had been building.


“Let’s see how long you can resist, Afrah,” he murmured to himself, already envisioning the next time their paths would cross in the office.


Vishal had noticed Afrah avoiding him ever since that night at the club, but her attempts to keep her distance only fueled his determination. He began orchestrating “accidental” encounters around the office, timing his movements with hers. He’d be at the coffee machine just as she arrived, his eyes lingering on her as she poured her drink. He’d casually stroll through the hallway at the exact moment she stepped out of her office, their paths crossing so frequently that it felt almost fated.

Vishal’s gaze was unapologetically drawn to her voluptuous figure—her curves accentuated by her modest shalwar kameez that clung in all the right places. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam, tracing the line of her waist that flared into her hips, the way her outfit subtly hinted at the softness beneath. Every time she walked past, his gaze followed the sway of her hips, the way her form moved with a natural, effortless allure that made his pulse quicken.

One morning, he timed it perfectly, catching her at the coffee machine alone. As she reached up to grab a cup, her dress pulled taut, accentuating the curve of her backside. Vishal’s breath hitched, his mind momentarily lost in the memory of their dance—the way her body had felt under his hands, the heat of her skin so close to his. He couldn’t resist stepping closer, just enough to feel the faint warmth radiating from her.

Morning, Afrah,” he greeted smoothly, his voice low and intimate, sending a shiver down her spine. He watched her tense slightly, her eyes flicking up to meet his with a mix of surprise and wariness.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice steady but her body language giving away her discomfort. She quickly turned back to her coffee, her movements quick and deliberate, as if trying to shield herself from his gaze.

But Vishal wasn’t one to be easily deterred. He leaned against the counter, his eyes shamelessly following every movement she made. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his tone playful, but his eyes darkened with intent as they roamed over her curves, lingering on the dip of her waist and the generous swell of her chest.

Afrah stiffened, her cheeks flushing under his intense scrutiny. She took a step back, trying to create distance, but Vishal’s presence was magnetic, pulling her in despite her resolve to keep him at arm’s length.

“I’ve been busy,” she managed, her voice tight as she fought to keep her composure, but the way his gaze made her feel exposed and flustered was unmistakable.

Vishal smirked, his eyes never leaving her. “We all are,” he murmured, his tone laced with a suggestive edge. “But I think you’re worth the distraction.”

Afrah swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she hurriedly finished her coffee and walked away, aware of Vishal’s eyes following her every step, the heat of his gaze lingering on her like a touch.


Vishal leaned against the door of his office, his eyes fixed on Afrah as she busied herself with her work. He casually tossed the client file on her desk, his gaze lingering on her face. “I’ve got another client meeting tomorrow evening. Thought you might want to join,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting.

Afrah didn’t look up from her screen. “I can’t,” she replied curtly. “Ask someone else.”

Vishal arched an eyebrow, smirking at her refusal. “Why so cold, Afrah? It’s just a meeting.”

She finally looked up, her expression guarded. “I’m not going. And you shouldn’t ask me to these things. We have other employees, Vishal.”


He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “But none of them are as interesting as you,” he teased, his voice dropping a notch, the flirtation clear in his tone.

Afrah shot him a warning look, her cheeks flushing with a mix of annoyance and something she didn’t want to acknowledge. “Stop it, Vishal. You shouldn’t flirt with me,” she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady. “What happened the other night—it shouldn’t have happened.”

Vishal chuckled softly, his eyes darkening with a playful glint. He leaned in, just enough to invade her space without touching her. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Afrah,” he said, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. “We just danced. What’s the big deal?”


Afrah straightened in her seat, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know it wasn’t just dancing. You crossed a line, and so did I,” she retorted, trying to sound resolute. “We can’t let that happen again.”

Vishal tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Afrah, you’re reading too much into this,” he said dismissively. “You’re acting like something serious happened. We had fun, that’s all. No harm, no foul.” His eyes flicked to her lips, and then back to her eyes, the subtle gesture not lost on her.

Afrah crossed her arms, her irritation clear. “It wasn’t just fun, and you know it. You’re my boss, Vishal. This is inappropriate.”

Vishal shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off her concerns with an easy smile. “You’re overthinking it. It’s not like I dragged you onto the dance floor. You were there with me because you wanted to be,” he said, his tone challenging her to deny it. “And let’s be honest, Afrah, if you really wanted to stop it, you would have.”

Her eyes flashed, and she bit her lip, struggling to hold onto her resolve as Vishal’s words sank in. His confident gaze, the way he leaned in, and the casual arrogance in his tone—it all made her feel like she was the one overreacting, that maybe he was right.

Vishal watched her wrestle with her thoughts, enjoying the way she squirmed under his scrutiny. He leaned back slightly, giving her just enough space to breathe, but not enough to escape the tension between them. “Look, if you don’t want to come to the meeting, that’s fine,” he said with a dismissive wave. “But don’t turn this into something it’s not. We’re just two people enjoying each other’s company. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Afrah stared at him, feeling the familiar pull of his charisma, the way his words made her doubt herself. She knew she should stand her ground, but Vishal’s nonchalance and the way he downplayed everything left her second-guessing her own feelings.


Vishal’s strategy shifted subtly, playing on Afrah’s emotions in new ways. He made sure she saw him interacting with other female employees, especially the ones who were naturally flirty or more outgoing. Whether it was a shared laugh in the break room, a hand resting too long on a shoulder, or a private conversation that seemed a little too intimate, Vishal’s actions were deliberate, calculated to get under Afrah’s skin.

Afrah tried her best to ignore it, focusing on her work, but it was hard not to notice. Every time she glanced up, there he was, charming some other woman with that same confident smile, his eyes occasionally drifting over to her, gauging her reaction. It was infuriating, the way he seemed so at ease, while her mind kept spiraling with questions and a growing sense of jealousy she couldn’t quite shake.

One afternoon, as Afrah walked past Vishal’s office, she caught sight of him leaning close to a new intern. His hand brushed against the young woman’s arm as they laughed over something on his computer screen. Afrah’s heart sank, a pang of jealousy twisting in her stomach. She quickly looked away, trying to remind herself that she didn’t care, that she was engaged, and that Vishal’s antics were none of her concern.

But Vishal wasn’t done. He made a point of catching her in the hall later that day, his expression amused as if he’d won some unspoken game. “You look tense,” he noted, his voice dripping with mock concern as his eyes traveled over her, taking in the way her blouse clung to her curves, the fabric hintingat the shape beneath. “Everything alright?”

Afrah forced a tight smile, trying to keep her composure. “Just busy,” she replied curtly, avoiding his gaze.

He stepped closer, his fingers lightly grazing her elbow in a casual but deliberate touch that sent an unwanted shiver up her arm. “You know, you should take a break now and then. You work too hard,” he said softly, his voice taking on a more personal tone. His eyes wandered, lingering shamelessly on her figure. “It’s a shame to waste all that stress on work.”

Afrah pulled her arm back, her skin tingling where he’d touched her. “I’m fine,” she 
said, her voice firmer this time, though she couldn’t ignore the heat rising to her cheeks.

Vishal smirked, enjoying her discomfort. “If you say so,” he murmured, letting his eyes drift down to her hips before meeting her gaze again. “But if you ever need to relax… you know where to find me.”

She turned away quickly, biting her lip as she walked back to her desk, feeling his eyes on her the entire way. She tried to shake off the encounter, but the image of Vishal with the other women lingered, fueling the jealousy that she hated to admit she felt. It was infuriating how he seemed to be everywhere, his presence a constant, nagging distraction that made her pulse quicken in ways she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Vishal’s plan was working perfectly. He reveled in the subtle power he held over her, the way her resolve seemed to waver under his gaze. And every time she tried to look away, he made sure to be there, watching her with that knowing grin, silently daring her to admit just how much she was affected by him.

 A date night 

Afrah sat nervously at the table in the cozy restaurant, her eyes scanning the entrance for Sohail. It had been a few days since their last meeting, and she’d been looking forward to their date, hoping it would help her forget the complicated feelings she had about Vishal.

When Sohail arrived, his smile was warm and reassuring. He greeted her with a gentle kiss on the cheek, and they settled into their seats, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on the table. They talked about everyday things—work, family, and future plans. Sohail’s excitement about their engagement was palpable, and he shared anecdotes about his work and his dreams for their future together.

Despite his genuine enthusiasm, Afrah found herself distracted. The recent encounters with Vishal kept intruding on her thoughts. She couldn't help but compare the ease of conversation with Sohail to the electric tension she felt whenever Vishal was near. She tried to focus on Sohail’s stories, to engage with his enthusiasm, but the nagging feeling of Vishal’s gaze and their last encounter lingered in the back of her mind.

As the evening wore on, they moved to a nearby café for dessert. Sohail’s hand occasionally brushed against hers, a gesture she found comforting but lacked the spark
she knew she should feel. She was polite, attentive, but her mind wandered, caught between her commitment to Sohail and the unresolved tension with Vishal.

Sohail, ever perceptive, noticed her distraction. “Is everything okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Afrah forced a smile, nodding. “Yes, just a bit tired. Work’s been a little overwhelming lately,” she replied, trying to dismiss the thoughts of Vishal.

Afrah and Sohail continued their date at the cozy café, and as they sipped their coffee, Afrah's attention began to drift. She was trying to stay present, to enjoy the evening with Sohail, but the lingering thoughts of Vishal made it difficult.

Just as she was about to take another sip, her eyes caught sight of Vishal across the room. He was with a woman who wasn’t the one she had seen him kissing before. This woman was dressed elegantly, and the way Vishal was leaning in and laughing with her made a pang of jealousy twist in Afrah’s stomach.

The sight of Vishal’s hand resting lightly on the woman’s arm, his gaze intense and focused on her, stirred something uncomfortable in Afrah. It was as if Vishal was flaunting his new company just to provoke her. She found herself unable to look away, the scene before her only adding to her inner turmoil.

Sohail noticed her distraction and followed her gaze. “Is something wrong?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Afrah quickly looked back at Sohail, forcing a smile. “No, it’s nothing,” she said, trying to mask her discomfort. “Just got lost in thought.” She tried to refocus on Sohail, but the image of Vishal and the other woman lingered in her mind, making it hard to fully engage in the conversation. The rest of the date felt like it was happening in a haze, with Afrah struggling to push aside her jealousy and frustration.



Afrah excused herself to the restroom, needing a moment to gather her thoughts. As she returned to the café, she spotted Vishal near the entrance, his gaze fixed on her with a knowing smirk. He intercepted her, subtly blocking her path.

"Afrah," Vishal said, his tone light yet insistent, "whom are you here with tonight?"

She hesitated, then replied, “I’m with Sohail, my fiancé.”

Vishal’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “Your fiancé, huh? And who’s the woman I saw you looking at? How many girlfriends do you have, Vishal?”


He chuckled softly, not missing the hint of jealousy in her voice. “Oh, that’s just someone I’m meeting for business. Nothing serious,” he said, his voice smooth and dismissive. “But it seems like you're rather intrigued by my social life.”

Afrah’s cheeks flushed slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. “It’s none of my business,” she said curtly, trying to regain her composure.

Vishal leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “You know, I could introduce myself to Sohail if you’d like,” he suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

She said no.Vishal eyes twinkling with mischief. “But why do you seem so eager to keep me away from him? Afraid of what he might think?”


Afrah’s heart raced at the thought of Vishal meeting Sohail. “Please don’t,” she said quickly, her voice tinged with urgency. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

Vishal’s smile widened, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Alright, I’ll respect your wishes,” he said smoothly. “But how about this: if you agree to come with me to meet a client next Saturday, I’ll keep my distance from Sohail. What do you say?”

Afrah’s mind spun with uncertainty. The idea of being with Vishal for another engagement made her uneasy, but the thought of him mingling with Sohail was even worse. She glanced back at Sohail, who was waiting patiently, then back at Vishal.

Reluctantly, she nodded. “Fine, I’ll come with you.”

Vishal’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Excellent,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of triumph. “I’ll make sure the client meeting is worth your while.” He gave her a lingering, suggestive look before stepping back, allowing her to return to Sohail.

As Afrah walked back to the table, she felt a mix of relief and anxiety. She had agreed to Vishal’s condition, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was playing with fire. She forced a smile as she resumed her seat, hoping the rest of the evening would be smooth and free of further complications.


As Afrah sat back down at the table, Sohail looked at her with a concerned expression. “What took you so long?” he asked.

Afrah forced a smile, trying to sound casual. “Oh, I just needed a bit of fresh air,” she said, hoping it would suffice. “Nothing major.”

Sohail nodded, accepting her explanation without further questions. “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said with a warm smile. “Let’s enjoy the rest o
f the evening.”

Afrah’s relief was evident as she refocused on Sohail, determined to keep the conversation and mood positive for the remainder of their date.

[Raja Velumani]

Nice update

[Hotyyhard]

excellent start keep going

[drillhot]

Superb

[Zoz34]

Afrah sat at her desk, fidgeting with her pen, trying not to think about Vishal. But he was everywhere—in the way people talked about him, the way his name came up in meetings, and worst of all, the way his presence affected her. Her phone buzzed, and she hesitated before checking the message. It was from him.

Vishal: “Client meeting. Join me in my car in five minutes.”

She stared at the screen, biting her lip. Why did he always manage to command her without even being in the same room? She could feel the familiar heat rising in her chest. Refusing him wasn’t an option. She knew it, and he knew it.

With a sigh, she grabbed her bag and headed toward the parking lot, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in her stomach.


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As Afrah settled into the plush leather seat of Vishal’s sleek car, she tried to steady her breathing. The close confines of the vehicle made her acutely aware of every subtle movement he made.

Vishal started the engine, and the low purr of the car seemed to vibrate through her. He glanced over at her with a roguish smile, his eyes lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “You know, you look stunning today,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Afrah shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way his gaze seemed to roam over her. “Thanks,” she replied, keeping her voice even. “You seem unusually... pleasant today.”

Vishal’s smile widened. “Is that a compliment or a challenge?” he asked, his eyes never leaving her face. “Because I’m always up for both.”

She felt a flush creep up her neck. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Just an observation.”

“Ah,” he murmured, his tone lowering. “But I can’t help but notice that you’re rather tense. Is it something I said?”

Afrah met his gaze, feeling the heat in the car escalate. “Maybe,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Vishal’s hand rested casually on the gearshift, but he made a point to brush his fingers against her hand as he adjusted it. “You know, when people are tense, it usually means they’re holding back. What are you holding back from me?”

His touch was electrifying, and she tried to pull her hand away, but the space was too confined. “I’m just... focused on the meeting,” she said, though she knew it wasn’t entirely true.

“Focused?” Vishal’s voice dropped even lower, his words a whisper. “Or maybe you’re just trying to ignore how close we are.”

Afrah’s breath caught in her throat. She could feel the heat radiating from him, could sense the magnetic pull that seemed to draw her closer. “This isn’t the time or place for... whatever you’re implying,” she managed to say, though she was struggling to maintain her composure.

Vishal chuckled softly, his eyes dark with intent. “And what exactly am I implying, Afrah? That you’re as drawn to me as I am to you?”

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. “You’re crossing boundaries,” she said, trying to sound firm but failing to keep the tremor out of her voice.

“Boundaries?” Vishal repeated, his gaze piercing through her. “I didn’t realize we had any. After all, isn’t the thrill of breaking boundaries what makes things exciting?”

Afrah could hardly think straight as she tried to process his words. “I don’t think this is... appropriate,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Vishal leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Isn’t it more thrilling when things are a little... inappropriate?” he whispered, his tone laden with suggestive undertones.

Afrah’s heart raced as she tried to steady herself, but the tension in the car was palpable. “Maybe we should just focus on the meeting,” she said, though it was clear that her resolve was weakening.

Vishal pulled back slightly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Whatever you say, Afrah,” he said, his voice still holding that intoxicating edge. “But remember, the night is young.”

The car ride was filled with a charged silence as they made their way to the meeting, the air between them crackling with unspoken desires.

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Upscale Rooftop Bar

The meeting had concluded, and as they exited the office building, Vishal’s gaze remained fixed on Afrah. The setting sun painted the sky in vibrant shades, casting a golden hue over the cityscape. Vishal’s expression was a blend of intrigue and charm.

“Afrah, how about extending this evening at a rooftop bar? It’s not far, and I think you’ll enjoy it,” Vishal suggested, his tone smooth and persuasive.

Afrah hesitated, her thoughts drifting to the previous night and the emotional turmoil she had felt. Despite her reservations, Vishal’s charisma was difficult to resist. “I’m not sure, Vishal. It’s been a long day.”

Vishal’s smile was disarming. “Come on, just one drink. It’ll be fun, and I promise I’ll make sure you get home quickly. I’d love to continue our conversation.”

After a moment’s pause, Afrah relented. “Alright, but just for a short while.”

The rooftop bar exuded an air of sophisticated sensuality. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the space in a warm glow, casting enticing shadows over plush seating arrangements. The bar area was adorned with sleek furniture and elegant decor, creating an intimate, luxurious atmosphere.

As they settled in, Vishal ordered drinks, and Afrah, having only had alcohol once before, was handed a glass of rich red wine. Her attention, however, was quickly drawn to the women around her. They were dressed in alluring, figure-hugging outfits that accentuated their every curve. The dresses were designed to entice, with plunging necklines, thigh-high slits, and fabric that clung seductively to their bodies.

Vishal, noticing Afrah’s fascination, leaned in closer, his presence both commanding and intimate. His voice was a low murmur against her ear. “You know,” he said, his breath warm and tantalizing, “seeing you here makes me think about how stunning you’d look in one of those dresses.”

Afrah turned her head slightly, meeting Vishal’s gaze with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, her pulse quickening.

Vishal’s eyes darkened with desire as they roamed over her form. “With your figure,” he continued, his tone laden with admiration, “a dress like those would make you absolutely irresistible. Imagine a gown that caresses your curves, hugging your waist and flowing over your hips. A dress with a deep neckline that accentuates your bust, and a slit that reveals just enough of your legs.”

His hand brushed lightly against her side, his fingers grazing her waist with a teasing touch. “Picture the fabric clinging to you just right, showing off every curve. The dress would highlight your natural grace and elegance, making you the center of attention.”

Vishal’s hand moved slowly, his touch lingering as he spoke. “You’d look breathtaking,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “The way it would dbang over your curves, accentuating every angle and every line. You’d be impossible to ignore.”

Afrah’s breath caught in her throat, her body responding to the electric charge of Vishal’s touch and words. The seductive description, combined with the warmth of his hand on her waist, made it difficult for her to focus on anything but the intense chemistry between them.

“I… I’m not sure,” she murmured, struggling to maintain her composure. “I’m not quite ready for that.”

Vishal’s smile was knowing, his fingers gently caressing her side. “Afrah, you’d look amazing. You deserve to feel that confident, to embrace every part of who you are. Just think about it.”

As he spoke, his fingers lingered on her waist, his touch both comforting and dangerously intimate. The combination of his seductive words and the lingering warmth of his touch created a heady mix that left Afrah torn between desire and doubt.



As Vishal’s hand lingered on Afrah’s waist, and his words painted vivid images of her in a provocative dress, Afrah felt a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. She gave a weak protest, trying to maintain some distance from Vishal’s intense charm.

“Vishal, maybe you shouldn’t talk to your employee like that,” Afrah said, her voice wavering but tinged with a hint of excitement. “It feels… inappropriate.”

Vishal leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Inappropriate? Or just exciting?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. “Come on, Afrah. We’re just having a little fun. You’re stunning, and I’m simply admiring how incredible you’d look in something that highlights your natural beauty.”

Afrah’s pulse quickened as Vishal’s fingers traced a slow, teasing path along her waist. She tried to pull away, but his touch was too compelling. “It’s not just about looking good. I’m here with you as your employee, not a… date.”

Vishal’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, but don’t you think that adds a little thrill to it? Imagine the look on everyone’s face if they saw you in that dress. You’d have them all talking.”

Afrah bit her lip, her resolve weakening. “Vishal, seriously. This is crossing the line.”

Vishal chuckled softly, his touch lingering a moment longer before he withdrew slightly, though his gaze remained intensely fixed on her. “Crossing the line? Maybe. Or maybe it’s just me being honest about how much you fascinate me. You know, it’s not every day I meet someone who makes me want to break all the rules.”

Afrah’s cheeks flushed as she struggled to keep her composure. “I… I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.”

Vishal’s smile was both reassuring and provocative. “Just think about it, Afrah. I promise I’ll respect your boundaries. But sometimes, it’s okay to indulge in a little fantasy. And I’m here to make sure you enjoy every moment.”

Afrah’s hesitation was clear, but Vishal’s charismatic presence and the atmosphere of the bar made it difficult for her to fully resist. The tension between them was palpable, and despite her protests, a part of her was undeniably drawn to the dangerous allure of Vishal’s advances.



As the night went on, Vishal’s allure grew irresistible. Afrah found herself increasingly drawn to him, her resolve wavering as their conversation took a more seductive turn. They moved closer, their faces inches apart, their breath mingling. Vishal’s hand brushed against her cheek, and their lips were nearly touching when a loud commotion from the bar interrupted the moment.

The sudden noise pulled them back to reality, and Afrah stepped away, her heart racing. She looked around, trying to regain her composure, while Vishal’s eyes still held that intense, burning desire.

“I should go,” Afrah said, her voice trembling slightly.

Vishal’s gaze didn’t waver. “Let me drive you home. It’s late, and I’d hate to see you go alone.”

Afrah hesitated, knowing the seductive danger of being alone with Vishal. But his insistence and charm made it hard to refuse. She reluctantly agreed, and they headed to his car.

Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was charged. Vishal drove smoothly, but his attention was on Afrah, his hand occasionally brushing against hers as he shifted gears. His voice was low and teasing.

“You know, you looked incredible tonight,” Vishal said, glancing at her with a smirk. “I could hardly keep my eyes off you.”

Afrah felt a flush of warmth spread across her cheeks. “You’re too flattering. I’m still engaged, remember?”

Vishal’s smile grew more seductive. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t admire you. And I must say, you’ve been quite irresistible tonight.”

Afrah bit her lip, trying to suppress the growing attraction she felt. “Vishal, we shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t?” Vishal interrupted softly, his hand grazing hers again. “Why not? We’re just having a little fun. Besides, you’ve made this evening unforgettable.”

As they approached her home, Vishal’s gaze lingered on her. His flirting was relentless, his voice smooth and coaxing. “How about we continue this conversation sometime soon? I’d love to see where this… connection takes us.”

Afrah looked at him, torn between her desire and her commitment to Sohail. “I appreciate the offer, but…”

Vishal cut her off with a playful grin. “No need to decide now. Just remember, the offer stands.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “You have my number. Don’t hesitate to call if you ever want to continue this… conversation.”

Afrah exited the car, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. As she walked to her door, she felt Vishal’s gaze on her, leaving her with a lingering sense of temptation and danger.

Scene: Afrah’s Room

In her pajamas, Afrah lay on her bed, scrolling through Instagram with a distracted mind. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the evening with Vishal. As she scrolled, a notification popped up—an Instagram follow request from Vishal. After a brief pause, she accepted it, curiosity getting the better of her.

Her feed updated, revealing Vishal's private profile. The first thing she noticed was a series of photos showcasing his muscular, shirtless body. The images were both captivating and provocative, igniting a spark of arousal within her.

Afrah’s breath hitched as she absentmindedly rested her hand over her pajamas, feeling the warmth spreading through her. She tried to focus on something else, but her mind kept replaying the images of Vishal’s toned physique.

Suddenly, a WhatsApp notification pinged on her phone. It was a message from Vishal. Her heart raced as she unlocked her phone to read it.

Vishal (WhatsApp Message):"Enjoying the view? ?"

The message was followed by a playful emoji, and Afrah's pulse quickened. The seductive undertone of Vishal's message only heightened her arousal. She sat there, torn between her desire and her commitment, feeling the tension and temptation of the night.




Afrah’s irritation mingled with a reluctant attraction as she read Vishal’s message. Her fingers hesitated over her phone screen as she crafted her response.

Afrah (WhatsApp Message):“Straight to the point as always. Am I supposed to be impressed or annoyed? ?”

Moments later, Vishal’s reply appeared, his tone as confident as ever.

Vishal (WhatsApp Message):“A bit of both, I hope. I just thought you’d appreciate a little sneak peek. You’ve been quite the temptation lately. ?”

Afrah rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk. His cockiness was infuriating, yet oddly alluring.

Afrah (WhatsApp Message): “You’re quite the charmer. And don’t think a few photos will change my mind. I’m engaged, remember?”

Vishal (WhatsApp Message):“Engaged or not, it doesn’t mean you don’t have fantasies. Besides, a little flirtation never hurt anyone. You’re only human, after all.”

Afrah felt a blush creep up her cheeks. Vishal’s words were both provocative and enticing.

Afrah (WhatsApp Message):“You really know how to push boundaries. Maybe you should tone it down a bit.”

Vishal (WhatsApp Message): “I promise I’m only pushing as much as you let me. And I’m very good at reading signals. Besides, isn’t it more fun to play with fire?”

Afrah’s resolve was wavering. Vishal’s messages were becoming increasingly suggestive.

Afrah (WhatsApp Message): “You’re impossible. Just because you’re charming doesn’t mean I’ll fall for it.”

Vishal (WhatsApp Message): “Oh, I’m counting on it. But tell me, if you were to imagine what might happen if we weren’t so ‘professional,’ what would that look like? I bet it’s something thrilling.”

Afrah’s heart raced as she read his words. She was both excited and annoyed by his persistence.

Afrah (WhatsApp Message):“You have an answer for everything, don’t you? This conversation is getting dangerously close to crossing the line.”

Vishal (WhatsApp Message): “I like living on the edge. And I know you do too. How about we make this interesting? Why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing right now?”

The question made Afrah’s breath catch. She hesitated but was drawn to his provocative nature.

Afrah (WhatsApp Message): “That’s crossing the line, Vishal. I’m ending this chat before it goes any further.”

Vishal (WhatsApp Message): “Alright, I’ll leave you to your thoughts. But remember, you can’t deny the chemistry between us. Sweet dreams, Afrah. ?”

Afrah put her phone down, her mind racing with the seductive tension of their conversation. Despite her attempt to end the chat, the lingering excitement of Vishal’s provocative messages made it clear that their flirtation was far from over.

[Zoz34]

Sohail pov:


**Scene: Sohail’s Evening with Friends**

Sohail sat at a bar with his friends, nursing a drink as they chatted. The conversation had drifted to more serious topics, and as the night wore on, they began discussing relationships and infidelity.

One of Sohail’s friends, Ali, leaned in with a serious expression. “You know, I’ve heard that if a girl’s had a lot of past relationships, she’s more likely to cheat. Like, they get used to the thrill and can’t stay committed.”

Sohail, still reeling from his earlier date with Afrah, felt a twinge of discomfort. He had noticed how bored Afrah seemed during their time together, and the thought of her being uninterested bothered him deeply.

Another friend, Javed, chimed in. “Yeah, like that relative of mine. His wife was always so perfect, but then he found out she’d been seeing her college boyfriend on the side and the worst part was her bf was from **** comunity. Now a days  it is hard to  trust girls especially with college education and job where they intermingle with men of different communities. The only seems pious from outside but have haram relationship with*** men.

Sohail’s mind raced. Afrah’s past was something he had brushed aside before, but these comments made him question his assumptions. He looked at his drink, trying to push away the rising insecurity.

He forced a chuckle. “Well, I suppose you’ve got to be cautious. You never really know what’s going on.”

Ali patted him on the back. “Exactly. It’s better to be aware of the signs. If things don’t feel right, trust your instincts.”

Sohail nodded, though his thoughts were miles away, dwelling on Afrah’s behavior and the unsettling comments he had just heard. He tried to shake off the unease, but it lingered, gnawing at him as the night progressed.

**Scene Transition: Sohail’s Inner Turmoil**




Back in his apartment, Sohail lay in bed, the shadows of the room elongating as the night deepened. His mind churned with the troubling comments from his friends. The room felt oppressive, the silence magnifying his growing anxiety.

As he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted back to his college days. He remembered Hiba, a girl he had once admired deeply. She had been the epitome of modesty—always dressed conservatively, spoke softly, and carried an air of innocence. Sohail had harbored feelings for her, doing everything he could to be around her, hoping she might one day reciprocate.

One day, gathering his courage, he sought her out to confess his feelings. When she didn’t answer her phone, he searched the campus, finally hearing that she had gone towards the abandoned building. An uneasy feeling gripped him, rumors about the place swirling in his mind. It was known for dubious activities, and his worst fears were realized when he found her there, with two men now he remembered that the men were from different community than their.

The scene replayed in his mind: Hiba, who he had seen as pure and unattainable, was with those men, her demeanor far removed from the demure image he had cherished. It was a moment that shattered his idealization of her and planted the seeds of insecurity.

Now, the echo of that past betrayal gnawed at him, resurfacing as he thought about Afrah. He found himself comparing Hiba’s behavior with Afrah’s perceived disinterest. The same gnawing worry began to seep in—was Afrah merely hiding her true nature, just as he had seen with Hiba?

The paranoia tightened around him like a vice. He began to question Afrah’s actions, wondering if there were hidden layers to her past that he had yet to uncover. Every little thing, from her distracted demeanor on their dates to the way she reacted to Vishal, now seemed like potential signs of infidelity.

Sohail tossed and turned, trying to shake off the haunting memories. The shadows in his room seemed to mock him, the quiet night amplifying his fears. He couldn’t escape the unsettling feeling that history might be repeating itself, and that his trust might be misplaced once again.


Sohail’s Dream

The room was dimly lit, a heavy silence pressing down on Sohail as he fell into a restless sleep. His mind, already plagued by doubt, began to weave troubling scenarios.

In his dream, Sohail found himself at a lavish party, the atmosphere charged with tension. He spotted Afrah across the room, dressed in a stunning, seductive gown that clung to her curves, making her look like a siren from a forbidden fantasy. The crowd around her seemed to blur into an indistinct haze as his focus zeroed in on her.

She was talking animatedly with a tall, charismatic man. Sohail's heart pounded as he watched them interact. The man’s hand casually rested on Afrah’s back, his touch lingering just a moment too long. Afrah’s smile was playful, her laughter too intimate, too familiar.

Sohail tried to approach, but every step felt like wading through thick fog. He reached out, but the scene shifted. He was now standing in a shadowy, unfamiliar corridor, the walls closing in around him. He heard muffled whispers and soft moans coming from behind a partially opened door. Hesitant, he pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was dimly lit with a red glow. Afrah was there, entwined with faceless man. Their bodies were pressed together, and faceless man’s hands roamed over Afrah’s body, his touch possessive. Afrah’s eyes were closed, her face expressing a mix of pleasure and surrender. The sight was both hypnotic and heart-wrenching.

Sohail’s breath caught in his throat. He wanted to call out, confront them, but no sound came. He could only watch helplessly as the man’s lips met Afrah’s in a fervent kiss. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming, the passion evident in every touch, every movement.

Suddenly, the room began to spin, the walls shifting and warping. The dream morphed into a chaotic whirlwind, with Afrah and the man becoming blurred figures. Sohail felt a crushing weight on his chest, his heart pounding with a mix of betrayal and heartbreak.

He awoke with a start, his body drenched in sweat. The dream left him shaken, the unsettling images lingering in his mind. The line between reality and nightmare felt blurred, and he found himself grappling with the raw, painful emotions the dream had stirred. The seeds of doubt planted in his mind were now full-grown, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his fears might be justified.


Sohail’s paranoia drives him to discreetly investigate Afrah’s activities. He starts by examining her phone and social media for any signs of infidelity or inappropriate behavior. As he delves into her private Instagram account, which has nearly 200 followers and differs from her public makeup vlog account, he notices a new account: a man named Vishal. This discovery heightens his anxiety and suspicion, leading him to further scrutinize Vishal’s profile and any interactions between him and Afrah.Sohail’s search through Afrah’s private Instagram account leads him to the profile of a man named Vishal, whom Afrah is following. However, Vishal’s account is private, so Sohail cannot access any posts or information. Frustrated and unable to find concrete evidence, Sohail’s paranoia only deepens as he wonders about the nature of Afrah’s relationship with Vishal.

[drillhot]

Super. I thought he will die of heart attack ha ha

[Vasanthan]

Sohail will go mad when afrah starts cheating. Will she make him a cuck.