Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

Thnks your reply at least you replied my post i am reader of sex stories site last 1e5 years but I really feel disappointed for tr
To read stories these days allmost sab story aik jau
Ise hoti ha jaha bed par man orat ko humiliate karti ha gaali randi kutiya kaise words use karta ha or readers bhi yahi like karte ha but Aaj kal kuch hi gine chune writer in cheejo se parhej karte ha unka main maksad story ke content par rahta ha yaha krish yaa aik do or writer ha so I hope tum sabse different lago you are capable so pl don't waist your talent aik spl tarha ke skill full author bano i really appreciate your skill best of luck for your future

[Zoz34]

Thnks your reply at least you replied my post i am reader of sex stories site last 1e5 years but I really feel disappointed for tr
To read stories these days allmost sab story aik jau
Ise hoti ha jaha bed par man orat ko humiliate karti ha gaali randi kutiya kaise words use karta ha or readers bhi yahi like karte ha but Aaj kal kuch hi gine chune writer in cheejo se parhej karte ha unka main maksad story ke content par rahta ha yaha krish yaa aik do or writer ha so I hope tum sabse different lago you are capable so pl don't waist your talent aik spl tarha ke skill full author bano i really appreciate your skill best of luck for your future

Again thank you for your kind words.and pls commenting and recommendations

[Zoz34]

**Afrah’s POV:**


Afrah glanced at her phone, her heart skipping a beat as she read Vishal's message: "Meet me in the office parking lot. We are going to a place." A mixture of excitement and apprehension surged through her. Vishal’s dominance and mysterious allure had always had an unsettling yet thrilling effect on her.

She made her way to the parking lot,she spotted Vishal leaning casually against his sleek car, looking every bit as commanding and captivating as ever. The cigarette between his fingers only added to his aura of effortless charm.

Afrah:"Where are we going?"

VishalWith a smirk, exhaling a puff of smoke) "You'll find out soon enough. Just get in the car."

She hesitated for a moment, the thrill of the unknown mingling with a touch of nervousness. But Vishal’s confident demeanor drew her in, and she slid into the passenger seat, her mind racing with curiosity and anticipation.

When they arrived at the boutique, Afrah’s eyes widened. The boutique was luxurious, its elegant façade hinting at the opulence within. 

Afrah: (Turning to Vishal with a curious glance) "What are we doing here?"

Vishal:"Just trust me. There’s something I want you to see."

As they stepped inside, Afrah was enveloped in a world of high-end fashion and exclusive designs. Vishal’s presence beside her only added to the intensity of the moment. She followed him through the boutique, her excitement mounting with each step. This was another facet of Vishal’s world, and she was eager to see where it would lead.


As they entered the boutique, a stylish female staff member approached them with a warm, professional smile.

Staff Member:"Welcome! How can I assist you today?"

Vishal: (With a suave smile) "We're looking for something truly exceptional. Something that complements the elegance and allure of a woman like afrah."

The staff member's cheeks flushed with a deep pink, clearly flattered by Vishal’s compliment. Afrah, taken aback by Vishal’s smooth and flattering approach, raised an eyebrow. She was intrigued by his effortless charm and the effect it had on those around him.

Staff Member: "Of course, right this way."

The staff led them to a section of the boutique dedicated to high-end, exclusive dresses. Afrah’s eyes widened as she saw the selection: glamorous gowns that seemed fit for supermodels and actresses, each one more breathtaking than the last. The dresses were both sexy and elegant, adorned with intricate details and luxurious fabrics. They were the kind of dresses Afrah had only dreamed of wearing, their allure a tantalizing mix of sophistication and seduction.

AfrahWhispering to Vishal, her excitement evident) "These are incredible. I’ve never seen anything like them."

Vishal: "I knew you'd appreciate them. Let's find the perfect one."

Afrah couldn’t help but be swept up in the fantasy of it all. The boutique was a treasure trove of elegance, and Vishal’s presence made the experience all the more exhilarating. She could feel her anticipation growing, eager to see which of these stunning pieces Vishal had in mind.


As Vishal’s hand lightly brushed against her arm, he leaned in close, his voice a low, sultry whisper.

Vishal: (Whispering) "Imagine slipping into one of these dresses. Picture the way it would cling to your every curve, the fabric almost sliding off your shoulders, accentuating that perfect neckline. Imagine the gasp of admiration as you walk into a room, your body swathed in sheer elegance and undeniable allure. This dress  would mold to your figure, emphasizing the curve of your waist and the swell of your hips.Imagine the way it would tease, the way it would leave just enough to the imagination while still showing off your most seductive features."


Afrah’s breath quickened, her body reacting to the vivid images his words conjured. The idea of being so provocatively dressed, of feeling so alluring and desired, was both thrilling and intoxicating. She could almost feel the dress clinging to her, the way it would make her the center of attention, a vision of irresistible beauty and raw sensuality.


Afrah’s eyes were drawn to a particularly striking dress on a mannequin. It had a daring thigh-high slit that accentuated the length of the legs and hinted at a provocative elegance. The fabric was a deep, rich shade, hugging the body in a way that promised both sophistication and allure. 

Her breath hitched as Vishal’s voice came from behind her, his tone intimate and teasing.

Vishal: (Whispering) "Nice choice. I can imagine you how stunning you’d look with that 
dress.

she leaned closer to examine the price tag, her excitement momentarily deflated when she saw the extravagant figure. 
“Consider it my gift for the party,” Vishal said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You simply have to try it on.”

Afrah’s heart raced, and her cheeks flushed as she envisioned herself in the dress. The thought of the high slit drawing attention to her legs, the way it would move with her body, and the seductive allure it would provide made her pulse quicken. Vishal’s words painted an enticing picture of how she would captivate every eye in the room, and she couldn’t help but be excited by the prospect.


Afrah stepped into the fitting room, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and doubt. As she slid into the dress, she felt the fabric cling to her body, accentuating her every curve. The dress was undeniably sensual—a daring slit revealed one of her smooth, long legs, while the back was completely open, showcasing the delicate arch of her spine. The neckline was low enough to hint at her ample cleavage without fully exposing it, maintaining a balance between allure and elegance. The dress hugged her body perfectly, making her feel both exposed and empowered.

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She admired herself in the mirror, noting how the dress accentuated her figure and made her look irresistibly sexy. The daring nature of the outfit was both thrilling and intimidating, but she couldn’t deny how stunning she looked.

As she considered stepping out of the fitting room to show Vishal, a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She decided to tease him by keeping this sight for the party. The idea of making him wait, only to surprise him later with this provocative ensemble, excited her even more. 

With a playful smile, she adjusted the dress to make sure it was perfect, then stepped back, deciding to keep this tantalizing preview just for the weekend.


When Afrah emerged from the fitting room, Vishal’s eyes lit up with curiosity. He leaned against a wall, his intense gaze sweeping over her as if he could already envision her in the dress.

"Well?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "How does it look?"

Afrah, feeling both confident and mischievous, bit her lip, giving him a teasing smile. "You’ll have to wait until the party to see me in it," she said, her voice sultry. She stepped closer, her eyes glinting with playful defiance. "Until then, you can use your imagination."

Vishal raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her teasing. His smirk deepened, and he took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as his eyes never left hers. "Oh, believe me," he murmured in a low voice, "I will."


As Afrah stepped out of the trail room with a playful smirk, her phone buzzed in her bag. She glanced at it, and her heart sank a little—it was her mother, Zubeda. Despite their close bond, her mother’s conservative values often felt like chains around Afrah's ankles, always pulling her back just when she started feeling free.

Zubeda was a devout woman, known for her quiet strength and strict adherence to tradition. Her piercing gaze could make even the most confident person falter, and she had high expectations for Afrah, especially with her engagement on the horizon. To Zubeda, modesty was a reflection of virtue, and Afrah’s recent flirtation with more daring choices would be a shock to her.

The phone buzzed again, pulling Afrah back to reality. She hesitated, imagining her mother’s voice on the other end, asking where she was, reminding her of the kind of woman she should be. Taking a deep breath, Afrah silenced the call, choosing—for once—not to let her mother's expectations dictate her choices. Today, she would do something for herself.

As Vishal raised an eyebrow at the sound of her phone, Afrah shot him a glance. She wasn’t ready to let her mother’s world and this side of her life collide—not yet.

[xbiilove]

Good one

[Paul5]

Nice but yaar too short pl give big update

[Sarran Raj]

No mother, No fiance. She is determined to live her own life.

[Vinty03]

Nice story .Update pls

[rinxox]

Nice keep going

[Zoz34]

Sohail at Afrah’s Home 

Sohail sat in Afrah’s living room, his cup of tea growing cold in his hands as he half-listened to the conversation around him. The soft clinking of cups, the polite laughter—it all felt like background noise compared to the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.

Across the room, Afrah was seated with her mother and sister, seemingly engaged in the discussion about wedding preparations. But Sohail noticed the way her attention kept shifting to her phone, lying quietly in her lap. Her fingers traced the edge of the screen absentmindedly, and at one point, she bit her lip as if contemplating something. 

The light from her phone screen flickered, and her eyes quickly darted down to read the message. Sohail's heart sank as she typed back quickly, her lips curling into a faint smile. His grip tightened around the cup, the porcelain digging into his palm. "Who was she texting?" His mind raced with suspicion. Was it a friend? Or was it... someone else?

Suddenly, Afrah’s mother called her name, snapping her out of her phone’s hold. Afrah blinked and hurriedly locked the screen, placing the phone back on the table. She turned to her mother with a sweet, composed smile, slipping effortlessly back into the conversation. To everyone else, it looked like nothing unusual—but Sohail saw the shift. That brief moment of distraction had rattled him more than it should have.

His stomach churned with a gnawing doubt. The ease with which she returned to the conversation, her seemingly innocent gestures—it all felt like a facade. He glanced around, wondering if anyone else had noticed. They hadn't. 


Afrah’s father asked Sohail something about the wedding, but he barely heard him. He forced a polite nod and mumbled a response, but his eyes stayed locked on Afrah. Her laughter, her polite words—they felt distant, as if she were already slipping away from him. 


Sohail’s gaze kept drifting back to Afrah’s phone, sitting on the table, screen dark. The conversation around him faded into the background, his focus sharpening on that little device. It felt like the key to unlocking all the doubts swirling in his mind. 

Afrah had left the room for a moment, and Sohail seized the opportunity. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, he leaned forward and carefully reached for her phone. His heart raced, hands slightly trembling as he held it.

Just as he considered unlocking it, the screen lit up. A notification from Vishal: "Send me the pic."

Sohail’s blood ran cold. Vishal? Who was he? And what picture was he asking for? His thoughts spiraled, imagining the worst. His chest tightened as a wave of jealousy washed over him.

He stared at the message for a moment, frozen, before the sound of approaching footsteps jolted him back to reality. Afrah was coming. Panicking, Sohail quickly placed the phone back exactly where it had been and straightened up, forcing himself to look calm.

Afrah entered the room with a casual smile, unaware of the storm brewing inside him. He watched her sit down, her fingers brushing the phone, and it took all his strength not to confront her right then. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Sohail, but his mind was fixated on one thing: Vishal. Her boss. Afrah was irritated the last time they’d talked about him. She had brushed off Sohail’s concerns, subtly implying that his insecurity was the problem. But now, that notification—"Send me the pic"—echoed in his mind, raising doubts he couldn't shake.

Why is Vishal asking for a picture? What kind of picture does he want? His imagination spiraled. Was Afrah sending pictures to him? The memory of her biting her lip, smiling at her phone, suddenly felt more sinister. Was that when she had been texting Vishal?

As the family continued to chat, Sohail could hardly participate. His thoughts spiraled, consumed by jealousy. He wondered if Afrah was exchanging pictures with Vishal at that very moment. His stomach churned with suspicion, feeding on every small, insignificant detail from earlier that afternoon.

By the time Sohail returned home that night, those thoughts had followed him into his bedroom. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind unable to stop replaying the scene in the living room. Did she send him the picture?And worse—what kind of picture?

No matter how much he tried to dismiss it, his thoughts drifted toward racy possibilities.

To distract himself he started scrolling through his phone.
As he was scrolling instagram he saw a pic of 
model in bed the pic was quite alluring.she was in short ,bitting her lips.Suddenly Sohail minds drift.

Sohail’s mind swirled with images he wished he could erase. He imagined Afrah in a provocative pose, the way she might look in a risqué picture. She’d be dbangd in delicate silk, the fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating her hourglass figure. The low-cut neckline would tease, hinting at her soft skin without revealing too much, leaving just enough to the imagination.[img]<a href=[/img]

Her long legs would be elegantly crossed, showcasing her smooth thighs, perhaps peeking out from beneath a short hemline. He could picture her hair cascading over her shoulders, tousled just enough to appear effortlessly seductive. Her lips, slightly parted in a soft smile, would draw the viewer in, her eyes glinting with a mix of innocence and allure.

In this fantasy, she would exude confidence, a playful glimmer in her gaze as if daring the observer to see her in a new light—one that was both tantalizing and forbidden. The image felt so foreign yet so compelling, shattering his perceptions of the modest girl he knew.

But as soon as these thoughts took shape, guilt crashed over him like a wave. Afrah was not that girl—she was sweet, reserved, and committed to their future. Yet the doubt gnawed at him, intertwining with a dark curiosity that he couldn't quite suppress.


His heart raced, and a wave of guilt washed over him as he imagined Afrah—his modest, traditional fiancée—sending revealing pictures to another man. The very thought, as wrong as it was, stirred something in him. His body responded, despite the overwhelming insecurity clouding his mind.

He caught himself, forcing his thoughts to slow. *No, Afrah wouldn’t do that*, he tried to convince himself. The picture had to be work-related, something innocent. But doubt lingered, gnawing at him, refusing to let him rest.

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 Office the Day Before the Party (Afrah’s POV)

Afrah sat at her desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of her, but her mind kept drifting back to the dress she had tried on. Vishal had barely been able to hide his excitement when she teased him about waiting until the party to see her in it.

Just then, a familiar buzz interrupted her thoughts—another message from Vishal.

**Vishal:** *“How’s my bad girl looking today?”*

Her breath hitched as she glanced around the office, a blush creeping up her cheeks. The words alone made her heart race. She quickly typed back, keeping it playful.

**Afrah:** *“Wouldn’t you like to know?”*

Moments later, Vishal appeared at her cubicle, leaning casually against the frame. His dark eyes lingered on her, a smirk playing at his lips. 

“Your phone says you’re being a tease,” he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear. 

Afrah bit her lip, the same way she had the last time he’d complimented her. “Isn’t that part of the fun?” she shot back, matching his energy. 

Vishal stepped closer, leaning down just enough to let his breath tickle her ear. “You know, I’m still thinking about that dress,” he murmured, his voice smooth, with just a hint of danger. “I can’t wait to see you in it tomorrow... unless you want to give me a sneak peek today?”

The suggestion sent a jolt of excitement through Afrah, but she kept her composure, lifting her chin. “You’re going to have to be patient,” she teased, her voice softer now. “Good things come to those who wait.”

He chuckled, straightening up but keeping his eyes locked on hers. “You’re making it hard for me to focus on anything else.”

Afrah felt a thrill run through her, her pulse quickening at the boldness of his words. Part of her wanted to give in, to indulge in this playful dance they’d been having for weeks now. But the other part of her, the one that still heard her mother’s voice in the back of her mind, held her back.

“Then you better keep your imagination busy,” she said with a smirk, enjoying the game just as much as he did.

Vishal’s eyes darkened slightly as he leaned in closer, his hand resting casually on the edge of her desk. “Trust me, Afrah... my imagination is working overtime.”

The words lingered in the air between them, thick with tension. Afrah’s breath quickened, but she fought to keep her cool. “Too bad that’s all you’re getting—for now.”

Vishal’s smirk widened, but before he could say anything more, Afrah’s phone buzzed again. She glanced at it—this time, it was her mother. 

Her heart skipped a beat, the contrast between Vishal’s intense energy and the reminder of her family’s expectations pulling her in two directions at once. She silenced the phone, looking up at Vishal, who had noticed her hesitation.

“Got somewhere else to be?” he asked, one brow raised.

“Maybe,” Afrah replied, standing up from her desk and brushing past him. “Or maybe I’m just leaving you wanting more.”

Vishal watched her go, his eyes following the sway of her hips. “I’ll be counting the hours.”

As she walked away, Afrah felt a mixture of exhilaration and guilt. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it was intoxicating. Tomorrow’s party would be the ultimate test of her self-control—or maybe the perfect chance to lose it.

---


Afrah sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The dress Vishal had gifted her hung in the closet, waiting for the party. Her heart raced at the thought of wearing it, of stepping into that world with him. But before she could even think about that, she had to figure out what to tell her family.

Her mother, Zubeda, was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, while her father was engrossed in the evening news. There was no way she could tell them the truth about the party—it wasn’t the kind of event they would approve of. She had never been the rebellious daughter, always respectful of the boundaries her family had set. But tonight, she was ready to step outside those lines.

*Maybe I should say it’s a work function*, she thought. That seemed believable, given her growing responsibilities at the office. She could tell them Vishal was hosting a formal gathering for the company’s employees. It wasn’t completely a lie, though the nature of the party was far from the professional image she’d paint.

As Afrah practiced her story in her head, she felt a pang of guilt. She had always been honest with her family, especially her mother. But this—this was for her. For once, she wanted to explore a side of herself that she had kept hidden. She couldn’t let her family’s conservative expectations hold her back this time.

Taking a deep breath, Afrah stood up and walked toward the kitchen, rehearsing the words she would say.

“Ammi, there’s a work event tomorrow night,” Afrah said, keeping her tone light. “Vishal is hosting it, and I need to attend.”

Zubeda looked up, her expression neutral. “So late? Will anyone go with you?”

“Vishal will be there, it’s important for work.”

After a pause, her mother nodded. “Be back on time, and wear something modest.
”

Afrah smiled, relieved. “I will, Ammi.” 

She walked away, feeling both triumphant and uneasy about the lie she just told.

[Paul5]

Great going wonderful story you are fantastic writer but be careful in future because it is interfaith story so many peoples can be hurt but really I am not with them i can't understand log isko religion se jod kar dekhte ha ye simple adultery ki tarh bhi le sakte ha kyoki dono ke name se unke religion ka pata chalta ha yaha tum bhi thoda usi or bah gaye the jaha arfaa ke mangetar ke sath chat me waha ye feel hua ki wo is baat se bother ha ki arfa other religion ke man se na fas jaaye jabki main concern to adultery concern to adultery ha kya same religion ke saath agar afra jaati ha to uske friends uske mangetar uski ma ko manjoor hoga yaha man ka name imran or ladki ka name Anjali bhi ho sakta tha main conv to family ka adultery hona chahiye na ki religion wo pl isko religion ka angle mat rakna kewal simple adultery story ki tarh hi pade Pathak pl understand my feelings tum har baar sochte ho ma suggetion de deta hoo yaar but I feel tum me bahut hope's ha acha author banne ki sp don't moove in such foolish things Gr8 story ha again best of luck good going

[Zoz34]

Great going wonderful story you are fantastic writer but be careful in future because it is interfaith story so many peoples can be hurt but really I am not with them i can't understand log isko religion se  jod kar dekhte ha ye simple adultery ki tarh bhi le sakte ha kyoki dono ke name se unke religion ka pata chalta ha yaha tum bhi thoda usi or bah gaye the jaha arfaa ke mangetar ke sath chat me waha ye feel hua ki wo is baat se bother ha ki arfa other religion ke man se na fas jaaye jabki main concern to adultery concern to adultery ha kya same religion ke saath agar afra jaati ha to uske friends uske mangetar uski ma ko manjoor hoga yaha man ka name imran or ladki ka name Anjali bhi ho sakta tha main conv to family ka adultery hona chahiye na  ki religion wo pl isko religion ka angle mat rakna kewal simple adultery story ki tarh hi pade Pathak pl understand my feelings tum har baar sochte ho ma suggetion de deta hoo yaar but I feel tum me bahut hope's ha acha author banne ki sp don't moove in such foolish things Gr8 story ha again best of luck good going

Thanks for the input.my vision is mainly  focused on seduction and adultery.

[Sarran Raj]

Slow turning to a bitch in heat.

[Vineeth412]

Awesome narration. Loved your writing style. Take your time but please keep the the updates coming in. Hope the story does not get dropped. The pics just make it more hot to read

[Muralimm]

Nice game let's see how far is going

[kangaani]

Amazing

[Zoz34]

As Sohail sat at his desk, trying to focus on work, the voices of Priya and Meera ,his two beautiful colleagues, Priya and Meera,  . They were the type of women who never noticed him,  from the next cubicle drifted over, loud enough to catch his attention.


"Oh my God, that party was insane!" Priya said, laughing. "I can't believe Riya showed up in that dress, though. She was practically throwing herself at every guy there!"

Meera giggled. "Seriously, she’s such a slut. But hey, it was fun. The boys loved it. And the trip after—ugh, I still can’t get over how much fun we had!"

"Yeah, we should totally plan another one. Maybe this time, we’ll go somewhere even wilder." Priya's voice dropped a bit, playful. "We could invite some new boys this time... ones that aren’t so boring."

Sohail clenched his jaw, disgusted. *This is what they find exciting?* His mind reeled at their casual talk about parties, boys, and girls behaving without any sense of modesty.

"Did you see how drunk she got?" Meera continued. "She was all over that guy. It was kind of embarrassing, honestly."

Priya snorted. "She probably didn’t even remember by the next morning. That’s what happens when you have no shame."

Sohail’s fists tightened. He couldn't believe how flippantly they talked about such things. These girls had no morals, no sense of decency. 

*This is the kind of world Afrah’s being exposed to now,* he thought, darkly. The thought sent a wave of anger through him. He’d always seen Afrah as different, better. But was she? The nagging question started to eat away at him again.



Sohail couldn't help but overhear as Priya and Meera's conversation took a more explicit turn. Their voices dropped slightly, but the excitement and gossiping edge in their tone were unmistakable.

"Did you see Riya making out with that guy by the pool?" Priya whispered, barely containing her laughter. "He was so hot, I’m surprised she waited that long to go for it."

Meera giggled. "I know, right? I bet they hooked up after. She didn’t even care that her boyfriend wasn’t there."

Priya snorted. "Her poor boyfriend, though. He’s such an idiot. He thinks she’s, like, this pious, innocent girl. Always talking about how loyal she is, how they’re so ‘serious.’ Meanwhile, she’s out here cheating on him with some random guy at a party!"

They both burst out laughing, the sound grating on Sohail’s nerves.

"Honestly," Priya added, "how can he be so blind? She’s been hooking up with other guys for months now, and he still thinks she’s this sweet, pure girl who’s devoted to him."

Meera shook her head, smirking. "It’s always the naive ones who get played. She’s got him wrapped around her finger. Poor guy probably thinks she’s saving herself for marriage or something."

They both laughed again, oblivious to how their conversation was affecting Sohail.

His stomach churned. The story they were telling struck too close to home, and his mind started spinning out of control. *Is that what’s happening with Afrah?* 

He’d always believed Afrah to be modest and faithful, but lately, her behavior had been distant, guarded. And now, with Vishal in the picture, a man who seemed far more confident, successful, and charming than him, the doubt began creeping in. *What if she’s been hiding something from me, just like this Riya girl?*

His thoughts spiraled as he imagined Afrah, laughing at him behind his back, hiding some secret life where she wasn’t the modest woman he thought she was. The fear twisted into anger, as Priya and Meera’s mocking voices fueled his insecurities.

"*Maybe I’m the idiot,*" Sohail thought bitterly, *"the fool who believes his fiancée is still the innocent woman he fell for."* 




 Night Chat Between Sohail and Afrah

*Sohail  
Hey, how was your day?

*Afrah :*  
Good, a bit hectic with some client stuff. How about you?

*Sohail :*  
Same. Work’s been crazy. By the way, how’s Vishal? Haven’t heard you mention him lately.

Afrah : 
Oh, he’s fine. Why do you ask?

Sohail :  
No reason, just curious. You’re not too busy with work, are you? I was thinking maybe we could meet up this weekend?

*Afrah :*  
Ahh, I’d love to, but I actually have some extra work lined up. There’s a client meeting scheduled on Saturday evening… probably going into the night. 

Sohail :
*Evening* meeting? On a weekend? That’s a bit unusual, isn’t it?

Afrah :*  
Well, yeah… but it’s a big deal, you know how clients can be. Gotta cater to their schedules sometimes.

*Sohail :*  
Hmm. Yeah, I guess. Just… who schedules meetings so late on a weekend?

*Afrah :*  
*Sohail*, it’s just work. Nothing strange about it. You don’t have to worry.

*Sohail :*  
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m just looking out for you. You’ve been busy lately.

*Afrah :*  
I appreciate that. But I’ll be fine, I promise. Let’s meet up next week? It’ll be more relaxed by then.

*Sohail :*  
Okay. Just let me know how it goes. Talk tomorrow?

*Afrah :*  
Of course. Sleep well!

*Sohail :*  
You too.

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Sohail stared at his phone, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. The whole “evening meeting” didn’t sit right with him, but Afrah sounded so sure, so genuine. *Maybe I’m just overthinking*, he convinced himself. Yet, the nagging voice in his head refused to be silenced.



Sohail sat on his bed, staring at Afrah's message about her weekend "client meeting." His chest tightened. *Who has meetings at night on a weekend?* 

His mind spiraled with suspicion—*was she really meeting a client?* He could almost picture her with Vishal, laughing, maybe even something more. His stomach churned at the thought. 

He gripped his phone tightly, telling himself, *it’s just my insecurity.* But the doubt refused to go away. Even as he tried to brush it off, the uneasy feeling stayed, gnawing at him.


Sohail’s House (Weekend) – Sohail's POV, 

Sohail sat in the living room, sipping tea and half-listening to his parents discuss wedding details in the background. His mind was elsewhere, tangled in the usual mess of thoughts about his engagement to Afrah. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all—Afrah, the stunning girl everyone admired, had agreed to marry *him*.

Just then, Rida walked in, breaking his train of thought. Sohail’s  cousin, she lived a couple of houses down. She was the kind of girl who commanded attention wherever she went, confident and carefree, with a reputation that didn't sit well with the family. At nineteen, she was bold, outspoken, and had a knack for pushing his buttons. [img]<a href=[/img]" />

"Bhai!" Rida’s voice rang out as she plopped onto the sofa across from him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She always called him "Bhai," but there was something ironic in the way she said it, like she was always two steps ahead, teasing him in ways he could never quite figure out. 

"How’s the wedding planning going?" she asked with a smirk, stretching lazily. "I mean, you’re marrying *Afrah*." She exaggerated the name, her tone dripping with playful disbelief.

Sohail shifted, forcing a smile. "It’s going well," he muttered, not wanting to engage too much.

Rida leaned in slightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Wow, Bhai. I never thought someone like *you* would end up with someone like her." She paused dramatically, letting the words hang in the air. "She’s… well, you know. *Gorgeous*." She dragged out the word, rolling her eyes for effect.

Sohail chuckled, though it sounded hollow even to him. "Yeah, I guess I’m lucky."

"Guess?" Rida raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Come on, Bhai. Don’t be so modest. You’ve hit the jackpot, right? A beautiful, smart girl like Afrah... saying yes to *you*?" She let out a soft laugh, the sweetness of her tone only making the jab feel sharper.

Sohail frowned, feeling a knot of discomfort tighten in his stomach. "What do you mean by that?"

Rida shrugged nonchalantly, toying with a strand of her hair. "Oh, nothing." Her voice was light, but Sohail could sense the undercurrent. "It’s just, Afrah’s the kind of girl who gets attention. You know... from guys." She let the words linger, her smile widening as she saw the hint of unease flicker across Sohail’s face.

"I’m sure she does," he replied, trying to sound casual, though Rida’s words gnawed at him.

"It’s impressive she chose you," Rida added, her voice softening as if she were offering a compliment. But Sohail knew better. The way she looked at him, the playful glint in her eyes—there was more to her words.

"I don’t know what you’re getting at, Rida," Sohail said, his voice strained.

Rida laughed lightly, standing up and giving his shoulder a playful pat. "Oh, Bhai, relax. I’m just saying... you’re a lucky guy. Not every man gets to marry someone like Afrah." She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "Some people... well, they get more than they deserve." She winked, her mock sweetness lingering in the air as she walked out of the room, leaving Sohail with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Sohail watched her go, feeling unsettled. Rida's teasing always left him second-guessing himself, but this time, her words struck a nerve. He sat there, staring at his tea, the insecurities he’d been trying to bury bubbling back to the surface.




The Day of the Party – Afrah’s Home

Afrah sat on her bed, staring at the dress dbangd across her chair. The slit, the backless design, the way it hugged her body—it was everything she’d never worn before. Tonight, she was going to the party, and the thought of Vishal seeing her in this dress made her heart race. But she was cautious too. She had already told her mother about the "client meeting" yesterday, which made the whole situation even riskier.

The dress itself was the real problem. There was no way she could wear it at home and leave without anyone noticing. Her mother, Zubeda, would have a fit if she saw her daughter in something so revealing. So, Afrah had to think of another plan. 

She stood up and paced the room, nervously biting her lip. *Where am I going to change?* She couldn’t do it at home, and going to a friend’s house would raise questions. After a moment of panic, she decided she’d simply change at the venue. A quick stop in the hotel restroom before the party would solve everything. She felt a little better having that sorted out, but the nervous excitement still bubbled inside her.

As she packed the dress into a discreet bag, she heard her mother’s voice call from downstairs. 

"Afrah! Are you ready yet? You know I don’t like you staying out late, especially when it’s a work meeting."

Afrah’s heart raced. She had planned to leave around 7 PM, just before the party started. "Yes, Ammi! I’m almost done!" she called back, trying to keep her voice steady.

Zubeda appeared at the doorway, arms crossed and a concerned look on her face. "I don’t like this. You need to be careful with these late-night meetings. You’re not just working late; you’re going to a party. You know how people talk."

Afrah forced a smile, masking her growing anxiety. "I promise I’ll be safe, Ammi. It’s just a few hours, and I’ll be back early." She knew her mother wouldn’t buy it completely, but she had to keep her from worrying. 

Zubeda’s expression softened slightly, but she still looked skeptical. "Fine, but call me if you’re going to be late. I’ll worry if you don’t."

"Of course, Ammi!" Afrah replied, relief flooding her as Zubeda finally turned to leave. 

After her mother left, Afrah took a deep breath and glanced at her phone—no messages from Vishal yet. He was likely busy setting things up for the evening, but she could already imagine his reaction when he saw her in that dress. The thought sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

She grabbed her bag, ensuring the dress was tucked away securely, and made her way downstairs, her pulse quickening at the thought of what the evening had in store.

Afrah’s phone buzzed with a message from Vishal just as she was getting ready in her room.

**Vishal:** *Should I come pick you up?*

Her heart skipped a beat at the offer, but she knew better. The idea of Vishal arriving at her doorstep would be too risky, inviting a scandal she couldn’t afford. Her mother, the neighbors—everyone would talk.

**Afrah:** *No, I’ll take a cab. See you there.*

She hurriedly grabbed her bag, making sure to pack the dress she’d wear later. After saying a polite goodbye to her mother and giving a rehearsed story about the "client meeting," she left the house, nerves tingling.

---


The cab ride to the upscale hotel venue was filled with nervous excitement. As soon as she arrived, Afrah beelined to the restroom, clutching her bag tightly. She found an empty stall, quickly slipping out of her conservative outfit and into the daring dress Vishal had chosen for her.

The dress clung to her figure perfectly, the fabric hugging every curve. The thigh-high slit revealed one of her smooth, toned legs, and the backless design showcased her bare skin, sending a shiver up her spine. Her cleavage was just enough to tease without being too revealing, but the whole ensemble was far more seductive than anything she had ever worn.

She stepped in front of the mirror, admiring herself. The dress, the makeup, the heels—it all came together in a way that made her feel powerful, dangerous even. For a moment, she didn’t recognize the woman staring back at her.
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Her heart raced, not just from how she looked, but from the thought of Vishal seeing her like this. She imagined his reaction, the way his eyes would darken with approval, and it sent a thrill through her. For the first time, she felt like she was in control of something forbidden, something thrilling.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled at her reflection, biting her lip slightly. She was ready.



 Vishal’s POV –

Vishal was leaning against the bar, casually chatting with a colleague when he caught sight of her across the room. His conversation trailed off as his eyes locked onto Afrah, who was nervously adjusting the hem of her dress. He couldn’t help but stare, momentarily stunned by how she looked.

*Damn,* he thought, his gaze trailing from her face down to her body. The dress clung to her curves in all the right ways. The slit in the dress revealed her toned leg, smooth and enticing, while the backless design showed off more than he expected. She was a mix of elegance and raw sex appeal, and Vishal’s mind immediately jumped to places he shouldn’t be thinking about in public.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Afrah still had that hint of reluctance in her posture, fidgeting slightly, but the nervousness only made her more intriguing to him.

Not wasting another second, Vishal excused himself from the conversation and walked straight over to her, making no effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out, his eyes lingering on her exposed leg.

"Wow," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I knew that dress would look good on you, but… damn, Afrah. You’re killing me here." He smirked, letting his gaze travel from her legs to the bare skin of her back. "That slit? That leg? You’re going to be the death of me."

Afrah flushed, looking away, a small, nervous smile playing on her lips. Vishal leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If this is how you look in a dress, I can only imagine..." He trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air, his eyes dark with suggestion.

Afrah bit her lip, clearly flustered, but she didn’t move away.

"You clean up *really* well, Afrah," he added, his eyes flashing as he took in every inch of her. "Let’s just say, I’m very glad you decided to come to this party."

He smirked again, enjoying the mix of embarrassment and excitement in her 
expression.



Afrah pov:

The dimly lit room was buzzing with music and laughter as the party carried on, but Afrah could only focus on Vishal. He stood close—too close, she thought, her senses heightened by the proximity of his body and the intoxicating mix of cologne and energy that surrounded him.

Vishal leaned in slightly, his hand casually brushing against her lower back as they spoke. The touch was brief, but enough to send a jolt of awareness through her. She shifted, trying to create space between them, but he moved effortlessly with her, his presence filling every inch of that small gap.

"You're tense," he murmured softly, just loud enough for her to hear over the music. His fingers lightly grazed her arm, causing her to shiver despite herself. "Relax, Afrah. It’s just a party."

"I am relaxed," she replied, her voice betraying her nerves.

"Sure you are." Vishal’s gaze traveled from her eyes down to the slit in her dress, lingering on her exposed thigh. He smirked slightly. "You’re a knockout tonight, you know that?"

Afrah glanced away, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "You already said that."

"And I’ll say it again if I want to." Vishal’s hand, still resting lightly on her back, dipped just an inch lower, grazing the curve of her waist. "You don’t seem like the shy type, Afrah."

Her breath caught, and she turned her face toward him, trying to muster up some confidence. "I’m not shy. I just know when someone’s pushing the line."

"Oh, have I?" he teased, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against her skin through the fabric. "Tell me when I’ve crossed it."

Afrah shifted slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. Her body was betraying her in every way, drawn to the magnetic pull of his touch, his voice, the way his eyes followed her every movement. She couldn’t deny it—there was something thrilling about the game he was playing.

Vishal’s hand stayed firmly but gently on her waist, pulling her subtly closer, but never pushing too far. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "You look good enough to break a few rules tonight."

Afrah’s pulse raced, but she forced herself to stay in control, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he affected her. She smirked slightly, stepping back just enough to break the physical contact between them, though the heat lingered. "Maybe for someone who deserves it."

Vishal chuckled, his eyes dark with interest. "Careful what you say, Afrah. The night’s still young."

They stood there, eyes locked, the tension thick between them, both knowing the game wasn’t over—but neither willing to make the first real move.


Visha pov:
 Dirty Thoughts**

As Afrah stepped back, breaking their subtle contact, Vishal’s eyes followed her every movement, drinking in the sight of her like a predator sizing up its prey. The way the dress clung to her curves, the slit that teased the length of her toned leg with each step, and that bare back—God, she was stunning. She played coy, but he could see the fire underneath, the heat she was trying so hard to contain.

*The vixen still hasn’t fully embraced herself yet,* Vishal thought, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. She might act modest, but he could see right through her. She wanted this—wanted him—whether she admitted it or not.

His gaze traced the curve of her waist, the soft rise of her hips, and the gentle sway as she moved. *Imagine those legs wrapped around me,* he thought, heat pooling in his veins as his mind wandered into forbidden territory. *And that mouth...*

His eyes darkened, taking in her lips as they pressed together, probably to stop herself from saying something she’d regret. *She’d look so damn good moaning my name,* he mused, his thoughts growing more wicked by the second.

*Not yet,* he reminded himself, though the thought of her surrendering to him, fully giving in to her desires, made his pulse quicken. *She still needs time, still needs to feel that pull... but when she does...* 

He could picture it—the feel of her skin against his, the weight of her body beneath him, her breathing heavy as he explored every inch of her. He let his thoughts spiral, picturing the dirty things he’d do to her once she let down her guard. 

His eyes drifted back to her legs, peeking through the slit of her dress. *Yeah, she'd feel incredible.* 

Vishal’s breath hitched slightly, but he forced himself to stay composed, slipping his hands casually into his pockets. *Patience,* he thought, a smirk forming. She might not be ready yet, but she was close—closer than she thought.


Afrah pov:

Afrah stood beside Vishal, her fingers brushing the stem of her wine glass as she nervously glanced at him. The air between them felt thick, charged with an unspoken tension. She couldn't help but notice how effortlessly handsome he looked—strong, tall, the kind of masculinity that seemed to fill the space around him. His presence was commanding, magnetic. 

For a moment, there was silence. Afrah felt the weight of his gaze, and when she dared to glance up, she caught him again—eyes lingering on her body in that dress, studying her in a way that sent a wave of warmth creeping up her neck. 

"Stop looking at me like that," she said, her voice firmer than she felt. "I’m your employee."

Vishal smirked, leaning just slightly closer. "Employee? I thought you were my guest tonight," he teased, his voice low and smooth. His eyes flicked down to her legs through the slit in her dress. "You look a little too stunning to be just an employee right now."

Afrah's heart raced. She tried to keep her expression composed, but her cheeks betrayed her, warming under his words. She looked away, trying to gather her thoughts, but Vishal’s voice pulled her back.

"I mean, you can't really blame me, can you?" he continued, his tone playful but laced with something deeper. "With a dress like that... you'd make anyone stare."

She swallowed, feeling the heat rising, trying to control the blush creeping onto her face. "You're impossible," she muttered, but there was a small smile on her lips.

He chuckled softly, moving even closer, enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him. "I think you secretly like it when I look at you like this," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "Otherwise, why wear that dress? You knew what you were doing."

Afrah's breath hitched. His words made her pulse quicken. She shook her head slightly, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "I wore it for the party, not for you."

Vishal raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Oh really? Then why do you keep blushing every time I compliment you?"

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her face grow even hotter. She tried to brush it off, but his gaze was relentless, digging into her, making her feel exposed, vulnerable, and... excited.

"I just...," she started, unsure of what to say.

"You don’t have to say anything," Vishal cut in, his voice dropping a little lower, sending a shiver down her spine. "But you should know, Afrah, when you look that beautiful, it’s hard not to say *something.*"

Afrah bit her lip, her mind racing. She felt like she was on the edge of something, teetering between resisting him and wanting to fall deeper into this dangerous game. 

She glanced up at him again, trying to keep her voice steady. "You’re my boss, Vishal," she reminded him softly, though the words lacked the strength she wanted them to have. 

"And that makes it all the more interesting, doesn’t it?" he replied, his eyes darkening with mischief. "You keep saying no, but your eyes are saying something else."

Her heart pounded, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward him. But she couldn’t let him know that—at least, not yet.

Afrah tried to steady her breath, but the air between her and Vishal felt heavier by the second. His eyes didn’t leave hers, and the way they wandered down her body made her pulse race. She knew he was toying with her, pushing her boundaries, and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from getting pulled deeper.

"Vishal, stop," she said, trying to inject firmness into her voice, though it came out softer than intended. 

He tilted his head, smirking, completely unfazed. "Stop what?" he asked, his voice dangerously smooth. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne mixing with the heat of his presence. "Stop looking? Stop thinking about what’s going on under that dress?"

Afrah’s breath caught in her throat, her face burning. "You shouldn’t talk like that to me," she said, her voice a whisper now, barely audible over the thrum of her heartbeat.

"Why not?" Vishal’s voice was like a low hum, teasing. "Because it makes you uncomfortable?" His hand brushed ever so lightly against her arm, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. "Or because it makes you feel something else?"

Afrah swallowed hard. "You’re my boss," she repeated, her words sounding more like a plea than a command now.

"And yet, here you are," he said, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of their forbidden exchange. "Wearing *that* dress... standing so close. You knew exactly what you were doing when you put it on."

She opened her mouth to argue, but his gaze silenced her. His eyes dipped lower, trailing down the neckline of her dress, lingering where the fabric hugged her curves.

"You really expect me not to notice?" His voice was lower now, almost a growl. "When you look this... breathtaking?"

Afrah’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but her body betrayed her. She liked the way his words made her feel—the way they made her pulse quicken, the way her skin felt alive under his gaze.

"Vishal, this isn’t right," she said, but her voice lacked conviction, and she knew he could sense her hesitation.

"Maybe it isn’t right," he murmured, stepping closer, his breath brushing against her ear. "But it sure as hell feels right, doesn’t it?"

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, a shiver running down her spine at his proximity. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from falling further into his spell, but the tension between them was undeniable.

"Afrah," Vishal whispered, his voice dark and seductive. "I can't stop thinking about you in that dress... and what you’d look like without it."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her body heat up under the weight of his words. She forced herself to meet his eyes, even though her legs felt weak.

"Vishal... stop," she managed to say, but it was as if the word carried no meaning anymore. There was no strength behind it.

He smiled, his lips curling wickedly. "You can say that all you want... but I know what you’re really feeling."

Her breath hitched. His words were intoxicating, swirling in her mind, making it hard to think straight. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold onto the facade of resistance.

But no matter how charged the air between them became, she couldn’t let him win that easily—not yet. She had to stay in control, even as the fire inside her burned brighter with every word he spoke.







In the dim light of the party, Afrah could feel the intensity of Vishal’s gaze burning into her. His eyes were filled with a mix of desire and hunger, and she wasn’t sure how to respond to the heat radiating between them as they swayed to the music. 

“Relax,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “No one from the office is here.” 

His hand traced down her bare back, igniting a trail of electricity along her spine. The way he looked at her made her feel exposed, as if he could see right through her defenses and into the swirling pool of want that threatened to consume her. 

As they moved together, the dance grew more sensual, the rhythm echoing the pulsing attraction between them. Afrah’s heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as her hand unconsciously traced the contours of his strong chest and arms. *What am I doing?* she thought, battling the urge to let go.

Vishal turned her around, pressing her back against his chest, his hands gripping her waist with a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. His mouth hovered close to her neck, whispering sweet nothings that dripped with temptation. “You feel so good,” he breathed, and she could feel the heat of his body radiating against hers.

Afrah's breath hitched as his fingers brushed along her toned leg, following the open slit of her dress. The sensation was overwhelming; a soft moan escaped her lips as her hips instinctively thrust backward, seeking more of his touch. *This is too much,* she thought, the desire burning within her like a wildfire.

“Afrah,” Vishal’s voice was low, thick with heat. “You’re incredible.” 

Caught in the moment, she leaned her head back against his shoulder, feeling both exhilarated and terrified. Her body craved more, yet a voice in her head screamed for control. She was losing herself in the dance.


As they danced, Vishal's hands roamed over Afrah’s exposed skin like a guitarist strumming a passionate melody, each caress sending ripples of heat coursing through her. The intimacy of their movements ignited a wildfire of desire within her, making her body ache for more. She fought against the urge to moan, desperate to keep a grip on her senses as his fingers glided over her bare back, tracing patterns that left her breathless.

The world outside faded away, swallowed by the rhythm of the music that pulsed through the air. In the shadows, they found themselves tucked away in a dim corner of the room, a sanctuary where the thrill of the unknown hung heavy around them. The soft glow of lights cast playful shadows across their faces, intensifying the moment.

Their eyes locked, and the air between them thickened with an electric tension that crackled like static. With a smirk that sent shivers down her spine, Vishal leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers with a feather-light touch. It was a tantalizing tease, a promise of what was to come. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Afrah murmured, her voice a mix of protest and desire. But before she could pull away, Vishal captured her mouth with his, their lips colliding in a sudden, hungry kiss. The sound was wet and eager, a desperate mingling of breaths that sent her head spinning. His mouth moved against hers with a fierce urgency, claiming her in a way that left no room for hesitation. 

Afrah felt the warmth of his body envelop her, pressing her against the wall as she melted into him, surrendering to the moment. His hands traveled lower, tracing the curves of her waist and then sliding down her thigh, inching ever closer to the hem of her dress. The heat of his touch ignited a fire in her core, and she gasped, feeling her body arch toward him instinctively.

But as the kiss deepened, a wave of conflicting thoughts surged through Afrah. *What am I doing?* Panic clawed at her mind, drowning out the rhythm of the music and the intoxicating pull of desire. This was Vishal—her boss, her colleague. She had crossed an invisible line that had always kept them apart. 

In a sudden rush of clarity, she pushed him away, breaking the connection with a sharp breath. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency. The weight of the moment crashed over her, and she turned on her heel, fleeing the dark corner. 

Vishal’s heated gaze lingered on her as she darted through the crowd, her heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and dread. The taste of his kiss still tinged her lips, a reminder of the passion they had shared, and yet the reality of what she had almost surrendered to loomed large in her mind. She needed to escape—not just from him, but from the chaotic swirl of emotions threatening to consume her. 





### **Scene: The Dark Corner of the Room - A Moment of Passion**

As they danced, Vishal's hands roamed over Afrah’s exposed skin like a guitarist strumming a passionate melody, each caress igniting waves of desire that coursed through her body. The intimate rhythm of their movements sparked a wildfire within her, awakening long-buried fantasies that she had never dared to entertain. She fought against the urge to moan, desperate to keep a grip on her senses as his fingers glided over her bare back, tracing patterns that sent shivers racing down her spine.

The world outside faded into a distant murmur, swallowed by the pulsing rhythm of the music that vibrated through the air. In the shadows, they found themselves tucked away in a dim corner of the room, a sanctuary where the thrill of the unknown hung heavily around them. The soft glow of ambient lights cast playful shadows across their faces, intensifying the charged atmosphere.

Their eyes locked, and in that instant, the air between them thickened with an electric tension that crackled like static. Afrah could feel her heart racing as she caught a glimpse of the desire burning in Vishal's gaze, his expression a mix of admiration and hunger. With a smirk that sent a rush of excitement through her, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers with a feather-light touch—a tantalizing tease, a promise of the delicious temptation to come.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Afrah murmured, her voice a mix of defiance and longing. But before she could pull away, Vishal closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth in a sudden, hungry kiss. The sound of their lips colliding was wet and eager, a desperate mingling of breaths that sent her head spinning. 

The kiss deepened as Vishal’s hands found their way to her waist, pulling her flush against him until there was no space left between their bodies. Afrah felt the warmth of his form envelop her, pressing her back against the cool wall, the sensation heightening her awareness of every tantalizing detail. She melted into him, surrendering to the moment, feeling the raw need that pulsed between them. 

His lips danced over hers with an urgency that made her senses whirl, exploring with a fervor that left her breathless. The kiss was intoxicating, a heady blend of sweetness and raw desire. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, mingling with the scent of his cologne, enveloping her in a cloud of desire. As he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, her pulse quickened, every nerve ending in her body alight with yearning.

Afrah’s hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as she pulled him closer, trying to erase the space between them. Every brush of his lips sent sparks racing down her spine, igniting a fire that spread throughout her body. The rhythm of the music faded into the background, replaced by the sound of her heartbeat—loud and wild, matching the urgency of their kiss. She felt a desperate hunger for him, a longing that went beyond physical attraction, but she couldn’t help but let it consume her.

As their mouths moved together, exploring and tasting, she felt her inhibitions start to melt away. The kiss was possessive yet tender, a blend of urgency and exploration that made her lose herself completely. Her mind swirled with fantasies she had never dared to voice, each one fueled by the sensation of his body pressed against hers, the heat radiating from him intoxicating.

Vishal's hands roamed over her back, tracing the delicate line of her spine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel the way he responded to her, the way his breathing quickened and his grip tightened, a silent acknowledgment of their mutual desire. In the dim light, the world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of them, lost in the thrill of the moment.

But just as the kiss deepened into something more primal, a wave of conflicting thoughts surged through Afrah. *What am I doing?* Panic clawed at her mind, drowning out the rhythm of the music and the intoxicating pull of desire. This was Vishal—her boss, her colleague. She had crossed an invisible line that had always kept them apart.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, Vishal pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. The heat radiating between them was palpable, their breaths mingling in the charged space. His eyes bore into hers, a mix of desire and confusion flickering within them.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “No one from the office is here.”

Afrah’s heart raced at his words, and she could feel the heat flooding her cheeks as her body reacted to his closeness. But just as her mind began to surrender to the intoxicating atmosphere, reality crashed back in, overwhelming her senses.

Suddenly, she pushed him away, breaking the connection with a sharp breath. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency. The weight of the moment crashed over her, and she turned on her heel, fleeing the dark corner.

Vishal’s heated gaze lingered on her as she darted through the crowd, her heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and dread. The taste of his kiss still tinged her lips, a tantalizing reminder of the passion they had shared, and yet the reality of what she had almost surrendered to loomed large in her mind. She needed to escape—not just from him, but from the chaotic swirl of emotions threatening to consume her.

[Zoz34]

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