Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust
story is going too well awesome update
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Sohail still has chance of cancelling the wedding or suffer lifetime.
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Great updates.

Sohail is an impotent and feeling insecure from day of her engagement. Hope vishal soon introduce his friends as well to Afrah and have fun with them.
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(02-11-2024, 08:05 AM)Vinty03 Wrote: Great story of possible hve a phone sex

(02-11-2024, 08:22 AM)Joseph Rayman Wrote: Excellent update

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(02-11-2024, 10:42 AM)damien123456 Wrote: story is going too well awesome update

(02-11-2024, 01:01 PM)Rockket Raja Wrote: Super update

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(05-11-2024, 04:23 AM)a2011 Wrote: waiting for an update

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(02-11-2024, 10:38 AM)rehanalina Wrote: The story is going good. It will be interesting to know whats the end game for Vishal. Does he want to marry Afrah or is he just playing with her.

Thanks for your comments, Vishal intentions will be revealed
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(02-11-2024, 10:41 AM)sexycharan Wrote: It is very clear that vishal wants to change sohail a cuck and fuck afrah for life and make her carry his child in her womb. Vishal does not want to break the family but as a bull wants to pleasure the woman that starve for it. Vishal is a good human and he deserves a nobel prize.


The question is will Sohail will be a willing cuck or reluctant one?
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Afrah lay on her bed, the dim glow of her bedside lamp casting a warm light across her room as she glanced at the clock: 11:30 p.m. With her phone pressed to her ear, she could hear Vishal’s low, confident voice on the other end. 

"Don't worry," he reassured her, a slight edge of amusement in his tone. "He won't find out a thing. Besides… I think you enjoy the thrill of it all." 

Afrah’s pulse quickened, a mix of nerves and excitement fluttering within her. She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. "Maybe," she replied softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "But he’s already a little suspicious."

"Let him be," Vishal teased. "A little mystery never hurt anyone." 

Vishal’s voice dropped to a softer, more intimate tone. "You know," he murmured, "you looked absolutely stunning that night in that saree. The way it hugged your curves... you were driving me crazy." 

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"I noticed ,where your eyes were," she replied, a playful note in her voice. 

"Can you blame me? The way you looked… it was impossible to ignore. And the way you teased me—adjusting your saree, letting me catch glimpses of your waist… you knew exactly what you were doing..

 "Maybe I did," she admitted, a smile playing on her lips. "

"Oh god and the blouse it was fitted around your,....." he stopped.



Afrah closed her eyes, the memory flashing through her mind. The memory of his touch washed over her with vivid clarity. She could almost feel the warmth of his fingers tracing along the delicate slope of her waist, each graze sparking a fire under her skin. His hands had traveled upward with purpose, the roughness of his fingertips grazing her smooth, exposed back before finally finding her curves, cupping her with a firm, possessive hold that made her gasp.
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Even now, the thought of his hands gripping her so firmly, of the way his body pressed against hers under the night sky, left her shivering, the memory as intense as if he were still there, holding her close, making her melt under his touch.

Lost in the memory, Afrah’s hand moved almost instinctively, grazing her own skin, as if trying to recreate the feel of his touch. She let her fingers trace slowly up her waist, feeling the warmth rise as they traveled over her curves. Her heart beat faster, breaths coming shallow, as her hand found her own softness, pressing gently. 
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She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations. Her fingers lingered, and she could almost feel the way his hands had claimed her, the pressure and warmth, the way he’d pulled her close, making her melt. The memory was so vivid.


Vishal " You are thinking about it. Just imagining it, aren’t you? May be you are also touching yourself!"

Afrah felt her cheeks warm: "I told you, that's not how a gentleman talks," 

He laughed :"Gentleman or not, I bet your hands are playing with your body"

"You're the one who couldn’t control your eyes," she countered.

"Sometimes it's not just my eyes," he replied smoothly. "My hands have a habit of reaching out when they see something as tempting as you were."

She bit her lip, caught off guard by the boldness of his words. "You should learn to keep those hands in check because some places are off-limits."

"And yet ,I have a feeling you wouldn’t stop me if I were there right now, showing you exactly what I mean."he replied 


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Afrah felt her heart race as she squeezed her breasts, her fingers curling around the soft flesh, lost in the heat of the moment. “You are so wrong, you cocky bastard,” she replied, trying to sound indignant even as her body betrayed her. 

Vishal:“I don’t think so. You still haven’t answered my first question. Are you touching yourself, my little brat?” 

His words sent a jolt through her, igniting a fire within. An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips, and she quickly bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle it, not wanting him to hear the pleasure creeping into her voice. 

“Don’t pretend you’re not,” he pressed, sensing her struggle. “I can tell. Just admit it, Afrah. You’re teasing me, and I know how much you enjoy it.”

She closed her eyes, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she fought to maintain her composure. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, the heat of desire flooding her body as she continued to explore the soft curves of her breasts.


Afrah smirked, her tone dripping with playful defiance. “I’m not a pervert like you, Vishal. Besides, may I ask—what exactly are you doing, Mr. Pervert?”

 “Thinking about you,and that sexy body of yours.”he said.

Afrah:“Oh, really? Pervert,” 

Vishal:“Maybe I’m even touching myself, imagining how you’d look if you were here with me,” he said, letting each word linger.

Afrah’s breath caught, her mind flickering with the imagery he’d planted, heat pooling in her cheeks. The thought of him thinking about her like that—doing that—while talking to her was both thrilling and dangerously tempting.


“Touching yourself, huh?” she replied, trying to sound unaffected, though the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re something else, Vishal. No shame at all, is there?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I can’t help it, Afrah. You have this effect on me… that saree, the way it hugged every curve…”

"You should have some self-control, you shameless man," she teased, though the irony wasn’t lost as her own hand pressed against her breast, fingers kneading softly, and her thighs shifted together, trying to ease the ache he’d stirred.

Vishal chuckled darkly. "And if I don’t?"

"Then," she whispered back, trying to sound as calm as her racing pulse would allow, "I should punish you like a bad boy."

Vishal:“I don’t mind getting punished by you… but if I behave, what would I get as a reward?”

“What do you want?” she asked, almost holding her breath for his answer.

Vishal :“I want to kiss those juicy lipsto drink in every drop.”

Afrah:“You got plenty of that already, naughty boy.”

Vishal: “Not those lips… the other ones.”

Her breath caught, his words igniting a new rush of heat. Afrah bit her lip, feeling the thrill of his words wash over her.


Afrah felt her pulse quicken, thighs pressing together in an attempt to ease the ache his words had awakened. She could feel the warmth spreading, a telltale dampness between her legs. His voice seemed to linger in her mind, each syllable painting a vivid, unrestrained image.

In her mind's eye, she saw herself on her bed, the soft sheets cool against her bare skin. Her body lay open, vulnerable, but she wasn’t alone. She could feel his presence—Vishal’s lips tracing gentle, burning kisses down her inner thighs, his hands firm, holding her as he moved closer. The thought made her breath hitch, the ache inside her intensifying. His mouth, his touch—she imagined him savoring her, tasting her, his tongue exploring with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left her aching for more. 

She exhaled, trying to steady herself, but the sensation lingered, his words weaving desire into her every thought.


“You’re impossible, you pervert,” Afrah muttered, a flustered smile playing on her lips before she quickly cut the call. She tossed her phone onto the bed, feeling her heart race, the echo of his words still lingering in her mind. 

Afrah closed her eyes, trying to compose herself, but her thoughts kept drifting back to him—his voice, the teasing edge in his words, and the thrill he stirred within her. She sighed, cheeks warm as she tried to shake off the feeling, knowing Vishal was probably grinning on the other end.

Over the next few days, Afrah found herself drawn into a dance of lingering glances and quiet flirtations with Vishal. 

Vishal, however, seemed to grow bolder each day. His subtle touches became a bit more daring, and his glances lingered a little longer. A brush of his hand as he passed, a whispered compliment when no one was around.

The other day, As Afrah entered the elevator , found Vishal already inside . He looked at her with that mischievous glint. The crowded space pressed her gently back against him until she could feel his warmth radiating against her body.

Vishal’s hand found her waist, he pulled her closer. She felt the unmistakable firmness of his body pressed against her back, and a thrill shot through her. 

She heard him whisper softly, his voice like velvet against her ear, “You look incredibly sexy today.” Her body tensed, a mix of nerves and excitement, and she was all too aware of the firmness pressing into her. 

"Oh no, it’s… it’s so big," she thought, cheeks warming as she fought to keep her expression neutral. The forbidden excitement sent a rush through her, each second passing like an eternity as they waited for the next floor to arrive.

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Sohail seemed very suspicious lately.

Afrah shared her thoughts with Vishal .

"Why don’t you take him out for a bit?" he suggested .

 "There’s that new movie everyone’s talking about. Take him to DLF Mall. A little quality time might put his mind at ease."

 Spending some time with Sohail could help make everything feel normal again—and the idea of a casual movie date might ease his suspicions. she nodded. "Not a bad idea. A day out together might be just what we need."

Sohail pov:

The last few days had been a storm of confusion and doubt for Sohail. Fragments of that night at the party drifted through his mind—unclear, blurred images that he couldn't quite piece together. Who had sent him those photos, and were they even real? Was Afrah actually involved with Vishal, or was it all in his head? Without concrete evidence, he felt as though he was spiraling, trapped in uncertainty.

Then came Afrah’s unexpected movie suggestion, a move so out of character for her. She rarely initiated plans like these. Yet, it was exactly what he needed, a small but welcome reprieve from his swirling thoughts. 


Sohail booked the tickets upon their arrival at the mall. They had time before the show, so they strolled through the mall together, browsing shops, and laughing at small jokes and anecdotes. Afrah seemed light-hearted, smiling in a way he hadn’t seen in days, and he couldn’t help but wonder if his suspicions had been misplaced.


He glanced at her as they walked, her smile radiant, her voice soft as they chatted. And for the first time in a while, he wondered if he had been seeing shadows where there were none.

The movie was a popular release, so the theater was buzzing with people. As they waited in line, Sohail’s eyes caught a familiar face across the crowd—Vishal. His heart sank, unease prickling at him. Vishal spotted them, too, and with a smile that seemed just a bit too eager, made his way over.

“Hey, Sohail, Afrah! Fancy seeing you two here,” he greeted, his gaze lingering on Afrah a second too long.

Sohail :“Are you here with someone?”

Vishal:“Nah, I’m flying solo. Guess not everyone is as lucky as you, Sohail, to have such beautiful company.” His eyes slid to Afrah, who blushed under his gaze.

Sohail shifted uncomfortably, noticing the way her cheeks had flushed. 

But as they walked into the theater and found their seats, it was clear fate wasn’t on his side: their seats were arranged with Vishal right beside Afrah. 

Sohail hesitated, wanting to switch seats to keep a closer eye on Vishal. But with the crowd settling in and the movie about to start, he realized he didn’t want to make a scene.

“Looks like we’re seatmates tonight,” Vishal said to Afrah, Sohail clenched his jaw, watching the interaction from the corner of his eye, wishing he could shake off the creeping discomfort.


Sohail tried to focus on the movie, but his mind kept drifting back to Vishal and Afrah sitting beside him. From the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but glance over, searching for any sign, any subtle exchange between them. Yet they both seemed to be focused on the screen, their expressions casual and absorbed in the film.

Just as he started to relax, a soft sound reached his ears—an "ahhhh," faint but unmistakable. His head whipped around to Afrah, but her face remained serene, her eyes fixed on the movie, lips pressed together as if she hadn’t made a sound at all. Vishal, too, appeared engrossed in the film, not even glancing her way.

Afrah turned to him, her brows furrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, catching his stare.

Sohail shook his head, forcing a smile. “Nothing. Just… thought I heard something.”

 His heart was racing.  

Sometimes later Vishal asked Sohail fill up the popcorn bucket.Sohail hesitated but eventually took the empty popcorn bucket from Vishal and headed out. 

Finally, with the popcorn in hand, he hurried back, half-expecting to catch them in some whispered conversation or sneaky exchange. But as he entered, he found them both seated, eyes on the screen, expressions undisturbed, as if he’d never left. They seemed immersed in the movie, unaware of his brief absence.

 But doubt remained, making it hard to enjoy the movie as he nervously reached for the popcorn.


As they exited the theater, Vishal casually suggested dinner,Sohail hesitated, wanting to say no and take Afrah home, but Vishal pressed, insisting, “Come on, consider it a treat for my most hardworking employee and her lucky fiancé.” 

After a few more nudges, Sohail finally agreed, though reluctantly. Vishal led them to an upscale restaurant nearby, its modern decor and soft lighting setting a sophisticated atmosphere. 

As they took their seats, Vishal ordered effortlessly, chatting with the staff as though he frequented places like this all the time.

Afrah pov:

Afrah watched as Sohail excused himself to the washroom, a rush of relief washing over her. As soon as he was out of earshot, she turned to Vishal, her heart racing with adrenaline and desire. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” she said, lightly slapping his arm, a mix of annoyance and exhilaration in her tone.

Vishal :“Tell me you didn’t enjoy it,”.

“I didn’t!” she protested, though the blush spreading across her cheeks revealed the truth.

He smirked “Come on, Afrah. I know you better than that. You love the thrill.”

Her cheeks flushed deeper as vivid memories of the theatre played in her mind—his hand had been on her thigh, boldly gliding up the soft fabric of her dress while Sohail sat right next to her, blissfully unaware. The way he caressed her, fingers dancing teasingly along her skin, sent electric shocks through her. When his hand moved to her waist and pinched her lightly, she struggled to suppress a moan, the mix of danger and excitement making her head spin.



“Your lips look so juicy, Afrah,” Vishal said with a playful glint in his eyes.

She responded with a light slap on his arm, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. But as the moment passed, her mind drifted back to the theater, recalling how he had kissed her while Sohail went to refill the popcorn. It had happened so suddenly, her heart racing as she felt the warm breath against her skin. When his lips had met hers, it was electric—his mouth moving against hers with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. 

Vishal’s hands had found their way to her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were almost flush. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his fingers gripping her just firmly enough to keep her anchored in the moment. The kiss was deep and consuming, his lips coaxing hers open, tasting her with an urgency that sent shivers down her spine. She hadn’t meant to give in, but the thrill of the forbidden consumed her, and she melted against him, her own hands creeping up to tangle in his hair.
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They were in their own world, the darkness of the theater wrapping around them like a cloak. The two teenagers in the next seat watched, eyes wide with surprise and intrigue, as Afrah lost herself in the kiss. She could almost hear the soft sounds of the movie playing in the background, but all that mattered was the way Vishal’s mouth moved against hers, how he nibbled at her lower lip, savoring her sweetness as if she were the most delicious treat.

Every brush of his tongue against hers ignited a fire within her, and she could feel the tension building as the kiss deepened. It was a blend of sweetness and desire, leaving her breathless and wanting more. She was fully aware of the risks.


Just as she began to lose herself completely in the moment, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Sohail returned, sliding back into his seat beside her at the restaurant. He wore a smile that she hoped concealed any doubts he might have been harboring. Afrah forced her focus back to their dinner, the thrill of her clandestine moments with Vishal still buzzing beneath the surface, making it hard to act natural. The memory of that kiss lingered on her lips, a delicious reminder of their daring rendezvous, and she couldn’t help but wonder when she might steal another moment with him again.


The conversation moved along with an ease that belied the tension Afrah felt as Vishal’s hand subtly slid onto her thigh under the table. Her pulse quickened, but she kept her face composed, trying to avoid meeting his eyes. Sohail, oblivious, chuckled at Vishal’s comments, not sensing the current running beneath the table.

“So, when’s the wedding date?” Vishal asked casually, though his fingers brushed in a slow, maddening rhythm over Afrah’s thigh.

Sohail:“About four months from now,” 

Sohail:“You’re very lucky to get a girl like Afrah,” 

Sohail :“Yes, I am. Are you married or seeing someone, Vishal?”

Vishal: “I’m seeing someone, but she’s a bit of a brat, Not sure if she’d even consider me her boyfriend.”


Vishal : “But enough about me. Where are you planning to go for the honeymoon?”

Sohail:“We haven’t decided yet,” 

“Well, you’d better,” Vishal replied with a smirk, his hand lingering possessively on Afrah’s thigh. “A girl like her deserves all the worldly pleasures.”

Afrah suppressed a shiver, desperately hoping her expression remained neutral as she felt Vishal’s touch igniting every nerve.


While they were talking about her wedding she had all her attention between her legs. On the excitement there. Vishal had her wet.
Her ideas of relationships were formed in Classic literature. Monogamy and fidelity, devotion and love. That was her conception. Those were her rules, her morality. She couldn’t deny she had urges but they were pure smutty badness. Hormonal blips, moments in time when her body craved masculinity by ancient processes of fertility.

They sat on white wicker around the table. 

The lobster was delicious. Maybe the best she had ever tasted. The flesh was soft and smooth, had the texture of the butter. The table was interspersed with plates they’d been served and appetizers she hadn’t yet tried. 

She took glass of water watched her hand shake. She needed to get out of here. Needed to get home, get down to the beach and touch herself of releif.

Watched Vishal's masculine hands pull over a plate of oysters. Watched the muscle and tendon at work, the cuff of his fine dress shirt slip along the tweed of his jacket. His skin was tanned and smooth. He worked the tiny fork under his oyster and she watched him unabashedly. He lifted, then tilted the shell to his lip. Watched now the muscles of his neck and face work, watched him consume the slippery oyster, then suck his own lips. he moaned softly, "Mmm," the sound low and primal. The sight of him sucking the oyster relishing every drop, had her mind spiraling. She imagine those same lips on her oyster.The presence of Sohail in the equation only further ignites the forbidden fire.


Afrah’s thoughts drifted, yearning for the feel of his lips exploring her as intimately as he tasted that oyster. She wanted his mouth on her, wanted him to feed off her desire, savoring every touch, every taste. Her handsome boss, her pretend boyfriend, with his strong build and those strikingly dashing looks—he was everything forbidden and thrilling, and she could feel the allure pulling her deeper.

 It was impossible not to imagine his lips tracing a path along her skin, each kiss igniting a spark that she couldn’t extinguish, even if she wanted to. 

Afrah lifted the oyster to her lips, her eyes holding Vishal’s as she parted her mouth, letting the oyster slide in with a slow, deliberate slurp. She let it linger on her tongue before swallowing, savoring the taste as her gaze smoldered with unspoken challenge. Her lips glistened as she finished, and she ran her tongue slowly over them, licking away the lingering taste with a teasing flick.

She watched his eyes darken as he noticed every movement, his smile curling slightly, as if he understood exactly what she was doing. There was a heat in his gaze, a tension that thickened the air between them, and she felt a thrill run through her at the silent exchange.Sohail was oblivious to what was happening around him.Is it good? How does it taste?” Sohail asked.

Vishal placed another oyster in his mouth, watching Afrah with a knowing look.

Afrah felt a rush of heat rise to her cheeks. "It’s… it’s good. Really good. Wow. If you’ll excuse me," she said, standing up quickly. She left the table politely and stumbled to the washroom, her face blossoming with heat.



Oh. My. God. This fucking Vishal. She had no idea it would be like this.

She had no idea he could turn up the heat so high. Her stomach was jabbed with dull tension, he had her aching. Was this what it was like for those other girls he dated? She stared at her smiling but flushed face in the gold framed mirror of a small, elegantly decorated bathroom.Dried her hands on the towel left at the edge of the sink, wished she’d brought her purse to touch up the shine on her lips but she’d left that table in a hurry. Smiled again at her blushing reflection. 

When she stepped into the hall he was there. Leaning against a mahogany paneled wall, elbow on a high marble topped table with an exploding bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase. She stopped short, froze in her tracks while the heavy bathroom door closed behind her. She smirked when he smirked. One corner of his lips coming up in a confident angle. Her smirk less confident. Vishal eased off the table and sauntered the three steps to come to her. Put a hand on the wall behind her, looked down on her, made her look up into his blue eyes. “You ran off on me.” “I had to...go to the bathroom.” “You little tease” She shrugged, sucked on her lower lip and smiled. His finger touch her lips .

His fingers were steady but deliberate, inching her skirt higher, grazing her thigh with an agonizing slowness. Afrah felt her breath hitch as his hand brushed against her bare skin, sending a tingling wave up her spine. She bit her lip, trying to suppress any reaction, though her pulse was racing. 

With each slight movement, he brought the fabric higher, almost grazing her waist, teasingly 

 His hand was on her and she struggled to keep her eyes open. She gasped. His big hand flat on the front of her thigh. Sliding higher then, heel first, fingers dragging the cable knit tights. “What are you doing?” she whispered. He moved like he would kiss her and she jutted her chin to receive it, but he brushed his cheek against hers as his fingers worked under the waistband of her tights. “Oh my God, Vishal,” she sighed.The tips of his fingers worked over her soft flesh and she could feel each point where he touched her. They scored over her skin, low, to the side, coming to the crease where her thigh met her belly. Her legs began to tremble. “I'm going to touch your pussy now,” he whispered. “mmm, Vishal, ahhhh,” she said, her whisper trembling with anticipation. Using just the pad of his middle finger he explored her shapes. Tracing the cleft in her shaved mound, tickling high along her commissure where it crested above her hood. Then slipping along the plump engorged shaved halves on either side of her entry. “Oh God,” she moaned. When he touched her labia she almost cried out. She was wet. Could feel how slick she was in the warm easy movement of his fingertip. He stroked so lightly it tickled her and made her breaths heave and her eyebrows raise high. “Mm, Afrah, this is one nice little pussy. It’s so hot, it's burning. You know how wet you are?” She nodded, let her eyes close now, concentrated on the feel of his finger.“I've touched a lot of pussy, Afrah. I've never felt a girl get so wet.” His finger found her center and tested her aperture, eased her apart but didn't penetrate. “Fuck ,God, you're dripping."
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Afrah:"Pls stop ahhhhhhh "


Vishal:"No,I want to kiss your pussy"



Afrah:"Pls stop, Sohail will get suspicious,if we.....ahhh mmm"

Vishal:"But I want my kiss,Afrah"

Afrah:"Mmm ,oh god, later I promise ,i promise ok."




“That’s a good little girl,” he said. He eased his hand up her belly and out of her tights. Her skirt fell. Touched her with the middle finger, slipped it along her lower lip. It was slick with her excitement. She could smell herself on him. He forced her lips to part with his finger, then her teeth. She took it. Took his finger deep, tasted her sex on him. Sucked his finger, regarded him with narrowed eyes.

Afrah took a steadying breath, smoothing her dress and composing herself before returning to the table. As she approached, she saw Sohail walking toward her, a hint of worry in his eyes. 

Sohail:“What took you so long?” His gaze flickered over her, lingering as if he sensed something was off but couldn’t quite place it. 

She forced a calm smile, keeping her tone light. “Oh, the washroom was occupied,” she replied casually. “And I had to fix my makeup.”

They returned to their seats, settling back in as Vishal rejoined them after a few minutes, bringing an easy smile. 

Vishal:“Sorry to keep you waiting,I ran into an old friend—the chef here, actually. Had to catch up for a moment.”

Sohail relaxed, letting his guard down as the conversation shifted back to dinner. 

As Sohail chatted on, Afrah’s attention was anything but on the meal in front of her. Her mind kept replaying the washroom encounter, the rush of excitement, the way Vishal’s words had pushed her boundaries and left her both flustered and exhilarated. The promise she had whispered to him lingered on her lips, teasing her with the thrill of what might still unfold.

Across the table, Vishal lifted another oyster to his mouth, watching her with that familiar, knowing look. The way his lips closed around the oyster, the slow savoring of each taste—it wasn’t lost on her what he was hinting at, and her cheeks grew warm, heartbeat quickening as her mind danced between fantasy and reality. She could almost feel the press of his lips again, imagining his whispered promises, and a thrill of anticipation stirred deep within her. 

But she quickly forced herself to look away, focusing on her fork, hoping Sohail wouldn’t catch the flush of heat on her cheeks or the distraction in her gaze.



Sohail’s phone rang sharply, and Afrah could see his jaw tighten as he glanced at the screen. 

“My boss needs me to join him now,” he said, barely masking his frustration. Afrah could sense his hesitation; he didn’t want to leave her alone with Vishal. She shot him a reassuring look, subtly hinting she’d be fine, but that seemed to do little to ease his concerns.

Vishal quickly stepped in, suggesting with a casual smile, “Don’t worry, Sohail. I’ll drop Afrah home. It’s on my way, anyway.”

Afrah’s pulse quickened at the idea, unsure if she wanted to stay alone with him as things between them had already started to spiral beyond her control. She glanced at Sohail, hoping he would insist on finding another solution. “I could just take a cab,” she offered, trying to keep her tone light.

But as Sohail’s boss called yet again, pushing him into a corner, Vishal persisted. Eventually, he won out, and Sohail, though clearly uncomfortable, reluctantly agreed. 

Afrah felt a wave of apprehension. She knew this setup felt all too convenient—and suspected that maybe, just maybe, this “urgent” call was orchestrated by Vishal himself.


Sohail pov:

Sohail gripped the steering wheel tighter as his car sped through the night, the cold air doing little to calm the heat of frustration and suspicion swirling within him. Every thought circled back to Afrah being alone with Vishal, the man he couldn’t shake his doubts about. His jaw clenched, anger bubbling up at everything—the call that tore him away, Vishal's smooth insistence on giving her a ride, and even Afrah herself for going along with it.

The past few days felt like a series of unsettling events he couldn’t ignore: the mysterious images sent from an unknown number, the flickers of tension in Afrah he’d never noticed before, and now this unexpected interruption on their night out. Even at the restaurant, when she’d gone to the restroom and Vishal followed shortly after, he couldn’t silence the dark suspicions creeping into his mind. He’d caught up to her eventually, finding her alone in the hallway. Vishal had been chatting with the chef—at least, that’s what he’d said. 


Unable to bear the silence, he dialed her number, his fingers tapping impatiently as it rang... and rang. No answer. His heart pounded louder with each missed attempt. On the third try, she finally picked up.

Her voice was calm, steady, sounding every bit like his Afrah, and she assured him she was just reaching home. But something about the night left a lingering, gnawing unease in his chest, one he couldn’t shake. Even as she spoke, he searched her tone for any trace of guilt, any hint of infidelity—anything to confirm his darkest fears. But there was nothing.

And yet, his heart remained heavy, the unsettling feeling refusing to leave him.



Sohail sank onto the edge of his bed, still restless from the meeting with his boss. Though the meeting had been nothing more than paperwork, his mind had wandered, unable to shake the gnawing feeling of unease that had gripped him all night. His thoughts lingered on Afrah, alone with Vishal. 

He picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over her contact. A simple call or message, just to check in—he needed reassurance. His heart settled only slightly when her reply confirmed she was home safe. 

But as he set his phone down and prepared for sleep, it buzzed again.

The message was from that same unknown number.

His pulse quickened as he saw the image attached—a close-up of a male hand, glistening with some kind of liquid. For a moment, his brain failed to process it. His eyes scanned the image, and then it clicked. His breath hitched.

It was unmistakable. The hand was covered in something wet, and it didn’t take him long to figure out what it was. 

Female cum.

His heart thudded painfully in his chest. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone tighter, his mind spiraling. 

Could it be Afrah’s? His mind raced. Was it her? Had Vishal...?

No.

The thought was unbearable. Sohail shook his head, trying to push the images away, but they lingered. The uncertainty, the growing suspicion—it consumed him.


Who are you ?What do you want?:Sohail


Unknown number:Who do you think I am , I think you know.

He:Vishal?

Unknown Number:"Have you ever made her cum? Have you even touched her? Look at the pic, see how wet she is."

The reply didn't answer Sohail's suspicion.

He: who are you?

Reply - she came so hard , I have more pics.

He: whose pic is it?

Reply : do you want the pictures, then you have to beg?

He: whose pic is it?
Sohail repeated the question.

He stared at the screen, his hand trembling slightly, waiting for an answer that didn't come. His heart drenched 
,his head spinning.
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