Adultery Undercover Desires

[Bigil]

I thought danish will make her wear burka as he wont like to show in now wife to others.

[qazmlp]

Ok, finally they have sex!!!

[xavierrxx]

Danish has claimed kavya at last. Stamped his mark, make her forget her husband. Brought happiness in her life. Both should fuck senselessly hereafter and even while Rahul talking to kavya over phone. She has started her life now as cheating wife.

[Ultramild2680]

yr): Awesome theme, build-up and narration. I'm happy over the top because the writer is posting updates on a daily basis.
Instead of restricting it to a novella, there is ample scope to take it forward. A few suggestions from my side. 
With Rahul away for 6 month's, Kavya and Danish should have a secret relationship in public but free of all inhibitions in their flat. 
Kavya must start treating Danish as her husband eg. sharing Rahuls bed, role playing (eg. Suhagraat or keeping karwa chaut for Danish) , having unprotected sex followed by emergency contraceptives. 
In some dates, Kavya may introduce Danish as her husband. How about some long trips wearing burkha and risque sex in secluded public places. 
Kavya can get so addicted to Danish that she's eager to sacrifice her marriage to Rahul and ready to convert if required. 
Looking forward to the story.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Kavya got what she yearned for years from wimpy Rahul by cheating him. There is no looking back.

[John446]

yr): Awesome theme, build-up and narration. I'm happy over the top because the writer is posting updates on a daily basis.
Instead of restricting it to a novella, there is ample scope to take it forward. A few suggestions from my side. 
With Rahul away for 6 month's, Kavya and Danish should have a secret relationship in public but free of all inhibitions in their flat. 
Kavya must start treating Danish as her husband eg. sharing Rahuls bed, role playing (eg. Suhagraat or keeping karwa chaut for Danish) , having unprotected sex followed by emergency contraceptives. 
In some dates, Kavya may introduce Danish as her husband. How about some long trips wearing burkha and risque sex in secluded public places. 
Kavya can get so addicted to Danish that she's eager to sacrifice her marriage to Rahul and ready to convert if required. 
Looking forward to the story.

Thank you for your comment bro i appreciate that. Even i have the same thing in my mind to lead the story like the suggestions you have given, but i want to make it blend good with the current storyline

[momass]

just one word - awesome

[John446]

CHAPTER – 37


Danish and Kavya left the apartment and made their way down the street, heading toward a café that Danish had suggested. It was one of those spots that was famous for its ambiance, a cozy retreat for couples who wanted to escape the world for a while. Kavya felt a flutter in her stomach as they walked together. She hadn’t been out like this with Danish before, and there was something thrilling about it.

As they strolled along the busy streets of Mumbai, Kavya couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt to be by Danish’s side. The way he casually rested his hand on her waist, guiding her confidently, made her feel secure, almost like they belonged together. She glanced down at his hand, the warmth of his touch sending a pleasant shiver through her. The marks on her neck and shoulders, though slightly concealed by her dress, were still visible, and she wasn’t hiding them. In fact, a part of her liked the idea that people might see them, marks left by someone who had made her feel alive.

Walking with Danish, Kavya felt proud. They looked good together, she knew that. His strong frame and her petite elegance complemented each other in a way that drew subtle glances from passersby. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, but it didn’t bother her. Instead, it made her feel more confident, like she was stepping into a new version of herself. One who was no longer concerned about appearances or what others might think.

Danish, too, seemed to be enjoying the moment. He held her with a kind of possessiveness that wasn’t overbearing, but rather protective, as if he was proud to be walking with her. Every now and then, he would glance down at her with a smile, and she would return it, their silent communication filled with unspoken words. It was clear they both knew they looked good together, and there was a shared excitement in that.

When they reached the café, it was just as Danish had described—a quiet, intimate place tucked away from the bustling streets. The atmosphere was relaxed, with low lighting and comfortable seating, perfect for couples who wanted to linger over their coffee and lose themselves in conversation. As they entered, the hum of soft music played in the background, adding to the romantic vibe.

Danish held the door open for her, and as she walked in, she could feel the subtle attention from others. Maybe it was the way they moved together, or perhaps it was the marks on her skin that hinted at something more beneath the surface. Either way, she felt a thrill at the way people looked at them—a beautiful woman and a confident man, clearly connected in more ways than one.

They found a corner booth, slightly secluded, and sat down. Danish leaned back comfortably, his arm dbangd casually around her shoulders, pulling her closer as they settled in. Kavya felt a warmth spread through her as she sat next to him, their legs brushing under the table. There was something incredibly intimate about being in this space together, with the memories of the previous night still fresh in her mind.

As they waited for their order, Kavya couldn't help but steal glances at Danish. He looked so at ease, so sure of himself, and she admired that about him. The way he handled himself, the way he handled them, made her feel secure, like she was exactly where she needed to be.
Kavya found herself lost in thought. Her mind wandered back to the sensations of the night before—the way Danish had held her, his touch both rough and tender, the way he had made her feel alive in ways she hadn’t experienced before. She had never imagined herself being with someone like Danish. The cultural boundaries that once seemed so firm now felt like distant echoes, overshadowed by the intensity of their connection.

Danish interrupted her thoughts with a soft chuckle, “You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?”
Kavya blushed, her gaze snapping to his. “Maybe,” she replied with a coy smile, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
He leaned in across the table, his voice low and teasing, “You look beautiful, by the way. And those marks... I hope you’re not regretting them.”
She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Not at all,” she admitted. “In fact, I think they suit me.”

Their food arrived shortly after—light, refreshing brunch dishes that suited the lazy, warm atmosphere of the café. As they ate, they fell into easy conversation, the kind that only happens when two people are completely comfortable with each other. Danish reached across the table, casually brushing his fingers over hers, the touch sending a shiver through her despite the warmth of the day.

As they ate, Kavya noticed the ease between them, the way they communicated with glances and subtle touches. There was a sense of freedom in being here with him, in this cozy little café where no one knew who they were or the complexities of their situation. They were just two people in the moment, enjoying each other’s company.

After brunch, Danish leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Kavya. “Last night,” he began, his tone serious yet playful, “was something else.”
Kavya smiled, biting her lip slightly as she nodded. “It was,” she agreed, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again as memories of the night flooded back. 

“I never thought...” Her voice trailed off.

“That you’d be here, like this?” Danish finished for her, his smile soft but knowing.
“Exactly,” Kavya whispered. “I never imagined I’d be with someone like you.”
Danish tilted his head, his expression curious. “And what does that mean, someone like me?”

Kavya hesitated for a moment, but there was no judgment in his gaze, only understanding. “You’re different from what I thought I wanted,” she admitted. “Everything about you—your confidence, the way you make me feel... It’s so different from what I’ve known.”

Danish reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be what you’ve known. I want to be what you need.”
Those words lingered between them, heavy with meaning. For a moment, the world outside the café faded, leaving only the two of them in the warm, intimate space they had created together.

As Danish finished speaking, his words hanging softly in the air, Kavya felt a surge of warmth in her chest. His sincerity touched her in a way that made her heart race. Without saying a word, she leaned across the small café table, pulling him gently toward her. Her fingers lightly brushed his cheek as she pressed her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss.

It was tender and brief, but filled with meaning. Kavya’s lips stayed on his for just a few seconds, enough to convey the gratitude and emotion she felt. When she pulled away, she saw the softness in his eyes, the understanding between them deepening without the need for any more words.
In that moment, everything felt right.

Danish was taken aback by Kavya's sudden kiss, his eyes widening in surprise. He had sensed a shift in her confidence since last night, but this bold gesture caught him off guard. As their lips met, he felt a spark—something electric that connected them in a way that transcended their different backgrounds.

Kavya pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and exhilaration. She had taken a leap, one that she never thought she would, and the thrill of it washed over her like a wave. The kiss was a declaration of her newfound confidence, a realization that she was not just a passive participant in her own life but an active player in her desires.

Danish couldn't help but smile, the surprise giving way to admiration. “Wow,” he said softly, his voice laced with warmth. “I didn’t expect that.”
Kavya felt a flutter in her stomach at his response. “Neither did I,” she admitted, a hint of laughter in her voice. “But I wanted to.”

She looked into his eyes, searching for understanding. Danish reached for her hand again, intertwining their fingers, and she could feel the reassurance in his touch. There was a promise in that moment—a promise of exploration, of understanding, and of passion yet to unfold.
"You’re getting more confident," he remarked, a playful grin forming on his lips. "I like it."

Kavya’s smile widened, and for the first time, she felt truly free. It was a small act, but it symbolized so much more—the breaking of barriers, the embracing of her desires, and the acceptance of a new chapter in her life. She squeezed his hand, her heart racing with the thrill of the unknown ahead.
As they finished their meal and got ready to leave, Kavya caught another glimpse of her reflection in the window. The marks on her skin were still there, and as she turned to follow Danish out of the café, she found herself smiling. This wasn’t just about the night they had shared—it was about what it meant, how it had changed her, and how it made her feel more alive than she had in a long time.

And as they stepped out into the sunlight, she felt a strange sense of pride in the fact that, for once, she was following her own desires, no matter where they led her.

[John446]

hello readers, if anyone has suggestions add me on google chat on gmail - j o h n . c o o l j o h n 7 @ g m a i l . c o m
we can discuss about the plot for future updates

[NityaSakti]

Let danish and kavya go on a honey moon and she wear skimpy dress always attached to danish cant take her hand from his cock. She tell him Rahul is half man and never satisfied her at all since they married. she had a wrong choice of husband in her life. Now she feel her life is fulfilled. Danish fuck her in all holes and every room of their apartment, kitchen, under shower, in lift, terrace, car, balcony. She request him to marry her secretely and be her second husband so that there is no guilt inside her. he agree and they marry in his relegious method and give her a new name to call when they are alone. They are always naked inside the apartment. She gives blow job when he is busy in a call and he fuck her mercilessly when she and him are in call with Rahul in speaker. Rahul innocently telling him to take care of her needs. She is infact happy cheating her husband like this.

[AjitKumar]

I thought the story has long way to go. Is this love or lust.

Surprised that you started asking the suggestions from the readers.
Remember that it will kill the story.
Go with your flow and if there is nothing more to do, just bring it to a conclusion with both getting married, or kavya divorcing rahul and marrying another man, danish move out of house, kavya and danish move out of rahul house etc etc.,.

[Pran007]

I Hope y oo I take it positively 

To be honestly my friend..the story has turned into a love story of Danish and kavya than an adultery story..
Throught story she kept saying that she loves Rahul but her actions prove otherwise .as soon as he is gone she doesn't even miss him for a second or feeling guilty..the truth is she never loved Rahul..
As Rahul's character is out of the story now..their would be only Danish and kavya's romance..after some time that would become boring...3rd charcter(Rahul) is important
I would say if there is no twist there is no use of dragging the story

My suggestion

1.rahul comes to suprise kavya and find out abt her affair..decides to divorce her coz he realize she has fallen in love with danish

2. Slowly Danish starts mistreating her so she herself realize her mistake 

It's just my suggestion .as a writer you know much more than me..
You have been an amazing writer so far..it's just that story is turning into a love story

[Hotyyhard]

excellent update

[Manikandarajesh]

As kavya and danish fallen in love, there is no need to bring rahul again. Make kavya marry danish and convert to his religion. Rahul will understand that he does not deserve the life with kavya and he will divorce and move out or commit suicide .

[Hotyyhard]

No its not love its just lust, let Kavya marry Rahul and this affair between between Kavya and Danish continue........!!

[killthecheats]

Wimp husband can give only wimp child. They will make another girl as slut. So it is better kavya get pregnant with Danish child.

[John446]

I Hope y oo I take it positively 

To be honestly my friend..the story has turned into a love story of Danish and kavya than an adultery story..
Throught story she kept saying that she loves Rahul but her actions prove otherwise .as soon as he is gone she doesn't even miss him for a second or feeling guilty..the truth is she never loved Rahul..
As Rahul's character is out of the story now..their would be only Danish and kavya's romance..after some time that would become boring...3rd charcter(Rahul) is important
I would say if there is no twist there is no use of dragging the story

My suggestion

1.rahul comes to suprise kavya and find out abt her affair..decides to divorce her coz he realize she has fallen in love with danish

2. Slowly Danish starts mistreating her so she herself realize her mistake 

It's just my suggestion .as a writer you know much more than me..
You have been an amazing writer so far..it's just that story is turning into a love story

Thank you so much bro for the suggestion, i have lot of ideas in my mind i did not ran out of ideas. I just wanted to know what my readers wants. Thats why i left my email id so that we can discuss

[Vini sss]

Hi writer
Waiting for next chapter no 38...
When we are expected next chapter?
The story is going superb way..just go with your mind flow..
Honeymoon vacation will be best chapter I guess.
You have to think about this

[John446]

Hi writer
Waiting for next chapter no 38...
When we are expected next chapter?
The story is going superb way..just go with your mind flow..
Honeymoon vacation will be best chapter I guess.
You have to think about this

Yes, the honeymoon thing was in my mind from the starting when i started the story. I am working on the next update.

[John446]

CHAPTER – 38
It 1 week passed since they crossed the line. Their connection deepened in ways neither of them could have predicted. Each night, like clockwork, they found themselves in each other’s arms, indulging in a passion that seemed to only grow stronger with every encounter.
Every evening, as the day wound down, there was an unspoken understanding between them. Their shared looks during the day, the brief touches, the way Danish’s hand would brush against hers as they passed by each other in the kitchen—it all built up the anticipation for what the night would bring. And when the sun set, the house became their own private world, a sanctuary of lust, love, and raw desire.
Kavya found herself craving Danish more with every passing night. He had taken her to places she hadn’t known existed within herself—physically and emotionally. The barriers between them had been obliterated, leaving only their desire for each other. Danish was attentive, knowing exactly how to make her body sing with pleasure. His touch was addictive, and his ability to bring her to the edge, only to pull her back and make her beg for more, left her in awe of his control.
Each night, as they came together in a frenzy of passion, their love-making took on a new intensity. Danish had made it a ritual, almost, to explore every inch of her. He wasn’t just taking her body; he was worshiping it. The way he moved over her, the way he whispered her name in the dark, the way he made her feel seen and cherished—it all drove Kavya to give herself over to him completely.
Kavya had lost count of how many times Danish had taken her in this past week. Every night felt like a new discovery. Some nights were slow and tender, as if they had all the time in the world to explore one another. On other nights, it was wild, uninhibited, like they were both trying to consume each other whole. No matter the pace, the connection between them was undeniable.
The physical pleasure was overwhelming, but there was something even more intoxicating happening between them. It wasn’t just about lust anymore. Kavya could feel her heart tethering itself to Danish’s in a way that both excited and scared her. She had never felt this way before—so liberated, so free, so utterly consumed by someone.
And Danish? He was falling just as hard. Each night, as he held her close, he marveled at how perfect they fit together. He had never experienced anything like this before, the way their bodies responded to each other, the way Kavya seemed to understand him without a word. She was everything he had ever wanted, and more.
Danish’s bedroom had become their private world. The bed, once the only place for their passion, was now just one of the many stages where their love unfolded. Every inch of the room carried the memory of their bodies entwined together. There wasn’t a place left untouched by the intensity of their love-making.
One night, Danish had pushed Kavya up against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat that radiated between them. His hands gripped her waist firmly, lifting her slightly so that her legs wrapped around his hips. The force of his body against hers made her gasp, her head falling back as he moved deep inside her. The slow, deliberate thrusts became quicker, more intense, and each time his hips met hers, a soft moan escaped her lips. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the room, making Kavya lose herself in the rhythm of their shared passion. Her nails scratched down his back, her breath coming out in uneven gasps as Danish buried his face in her neck, groaning her name as he thrust harder, deeper, until she thought she might fall apart in his arms.
On another night, it had been the floor. They had started in bed but quickly moved onto the soft rug, neither of them caring about the comfort of the mattress when their desire was this consuming. Danish had laid her down gently, his lips trailing over her skin, worshiping every inch of her. He had taken his time that night, savoring her, making her moan and shiver under his touch. Kavya’s fingers tangled in his hair as he moved between her legs, his tongue teasing her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. When he finally entered her, it was slow and deliberate, every thrust hitting deep, every movement igniting something inside her that made her want more, need more.
They had even made love against the window. Kavya had stood there, her palms pressed against the cool glass, staring out at the city while Danish took her from behind. The thrill of being so exposed, with only the glass separating them from the outside world, made her tremble. She could see the lights of the city, the people walking below, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the way Danish’s body moved against hers. His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he thrust into her deeply. Each stroke was powerful, precise, and it sent her mind spiraling into a haze of pure bliss. Her breath fogged up the glass as she moaned his name, feeling his hands tighten on her skin, pulling her closer with every thrust.
Even the desk in the corner had been a place where their passion exploded. Danish had lifted her onto it one night, spreading her legs wide as he entered her with a hunger that made her feel wanted in a way she had never known before. The wood creaked beneath them as he thrust hard and fast, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place. Kavya leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support as her body rocked with the force of his thrusts. The intensity of his movements made her cry out in pleasure, her body arching into him as she begged for more. It was wild, passionate, and unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Every corner of the room had its own memory now, each one a reminder of how Danish had taken her in ways she never thought possible. It wasn’t just the physical act of love-making that connected them—it was the way he made her feel. Danish was attentive, always watching her, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, and what drove her to the edge of pleasure. He knew how to take her there, slowly, teasingly, before pushing her over the edge with a skill that left her breathless every time.
The way Danish looked at her, the way he touched her, made her feel beautiful, powerful, and utterly irresistible. He worshiped her body, treating her like she was the only woman in the world, and that made her feel more confident than she had ever been. She found herself wanting to please him, to give him as much pleasure as he gave her, and that fueled their passionate encounters even more.
As the week went on, their emotional connection deepened as well. Danish wasn’t just a lover—he was someone who made her feel safe, cherished, and understood. Kavya had never felt this close to anyone before, not even Rahul. Danish saw her for who she really was, and that made her fall for him even more.
Kavya found herself glowing, both inside and out. Her skin had a new radiance, her eyes sparkled with the joy and excitement of their secret affair, and she felt more confident than ever before. Danish noticed it too, how she carried herself differently now, with more confidence and grace. He couldn’t help but feel proud knowing that he was the reason for her newfound happiness.
As much as Kavya was consumed by the passion she shared with Danish, there were moments when a wave of fear and guilt would wash over her. In the quiet of the mornings, after nights of intense love-making, she would lie in bed beside Danish, her body still tingling from their time together, but her mind racing. She knew that Rahul, her husband, would eventually return from the USA, and the thought of it made her stomach twist in knots.
The intensity of her feelings for Danish had grown deeper each day, and she couldn’t deny the strong emotional connection that had blossomed between them. It wasn’t just about the physical desire anymore; she felt something for him that she couldn’t quite put into words.
But then, the guilt would creep in. She would think about Rahul—the man she had married, the man who trusted her. What would he say if he found out about her affair with Danish? How would he react if he knew that his best friend had not only taken his place in the house but also in his wife’s bed? The very thought of it sent shivers down her spine.
Kavya’s heart raced when she thought about Rahul’s return. It was only a matter of months now, and the clock was ticking. She had always been a devoted wife before this, someone who valued her marriage and the traditions she had grown up with. Yet here she was, entangled in a passionate, forbidden relationship with Danish—a man who was completely different from Rahul in every possible way. It felt exhilarating, but also terrifying.
She had no idea how she would handle it. Some nights, she would lie awake in Danish’s arms, staring at the ceiling, her mind spinning with thoughts of what might happen.
Would Rahul notice how much she had changed? And more importantly, would she be able to stop herself from craving Danish once Rahul was back?
Sometimes, in the middle of the day, while working from home, these thoughts would hit her out of nowhere, and she would feel a pang of panic. But then, she would look at Danish—the way he smiled at her, the way he made her feel—and all those fears would melt away, even if only for a short while.
Kavya knew she was living in a fantasy that couldn’t last forever, but she was too caught up in the moment to stop. The thought of Rahul returning felt distant, and as long as she was with Danish, she pushed those worries aside. She was lost in the euphoria of their love-making, the way Danish made her feel alive, beautiful, and desired in ways she had never experienced before.
But deep down, the fear lingered. When the day came and Rahul returned, she knew she would have to face the consequences of her choices. She just wasn’t ready to confront that reality yet. For now, she was content to live in the present, indulging in the intense passion she shared with Danish, even if it meant carrying the weight of her guilt in the back of her mind.