Adultery In the Shadow of Diplomacy: A Tale of Temptation

[Yesudoss]

This is going awesome.

[Rangabaashyam]

Amazing update

[LustyLeo]

Interesting update

[Jayam Ramana]

What more Rashi going to do??????

[untamable_rohini]

"You're going to cum again?" he panted, fucking her harder, his cock slamming into her.

"Yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her body trembling.

"Cum for me," he commanded, his hips slamming into hers, his cock hitting her g-spot. She arched her back, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock, and screamed, her orgasm crashing over her, her whole body trembling. He slowed his strokes, prolonging her orgasm, his cock throbbing inside her.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his strokes getting deeper.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped, her pussy convulsing around his cock.

"Take it all," he growled, thrusting deep inside her, his cock buried to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping the sheets.

He put her legs on his shoulders and bent forward.

"You're mine," he growled, his cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation almost too much.

"Oh god," she moaned, her toes curling, her body trembling.

He picked up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy, the pressure building, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, his cock slamming into her. He varied his speed for the next 20-25 minutes, kissing and biting her everywhere, mauling her boobs and making them red.

"You're going to make me cum," he panted, his cock pounding her pussy, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing throughout the chamber.

"Do it," she begged, her body tensing, her pussy squeezing his cock, her muscles clenching.

He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft skin, his cock slamming into her, his thrusts relentless, the pressure building.

"Fuck," he groaned, his balls slapping against her ass.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He was close to his climax and then he asked "Rashi, do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes, in my pussy. I want to feel your cum in my pussy"

"Beg me"

"Please, please cum in my pussy," she begged, her pussy clenching around his cock.

"That's it,?" he grunted, "Beg for my cum, be nasty"

Rashi begged while panting "Please, I want your cum so bad, I want you to fill me up, please, I need it, please cum in me, I need your cum so bad, please, please, please, I need it, please"

He gave his last few powerful thrusts and then his big, fat, thick, veiny, heavy balls tightened, his body tensing, and with a loud lion like roar which can be heard clearly in the compound, he came inside her, filling her with his hot cum, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her. She came hard again as soon as she felt his cum fill her, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock. He kept shooting load after load, and her pussy was filled to the brim. After his climax subsided, he kept his cock buried inside her pussy, which was a bit swollen and red. He adjusted her slept cuddling her from behind, his cock still parked inside her pussy and she grabbed his hand and held it to her breast playing with her nipples and kissing her neck. They fell asleep in no time.

***

Qadir woke up in couple of hours while it was still night and slowly pulled his cock out of her dripping, sore and stretched pussy and walked towards the bathroom to pee.
"Wake up" he called, while she was still lying on the bed, half asleep, her body pleasantly sore.

Rashi got up, feeling sore all over her body, but also feeling happy and content. "I want to fuck you again" Qadir grinned.

Rashi smiled wish some shyness expressing her desire to get fucked again and again.

Qadir's grin got wider. They fucked few more times through the night till dawn.

The first rays of the sun were filtering through the curtains when Rashi and Qadir woke up and Rashi quickly grabbed her clothes and dressed up. She went towards the bedroom door and was about to leave when Qadir called her name and she turned back.

Qadir came close to her and held her close. Rashi blushed at his boldness, even though they had done everything together.
"I should come here often, Rashi," Qadir murmured.

Rashi smiled, but did not say anything, she felt a ping of sadness now.
"I am going to India in few months"

"Why are you going there"

"Amit's sister is getting married in few months, being her only sister in law I should be there"

Qadir thought for a minute and then said, "Then I will join you there"

"That would be great, but how?" Rashi asked with a smile, excited about their future encounters.

“You’ll know” Qadir replied and kissed her.

Rashi left the room and quietly walked towards her room and entered. The house was still quiet, and Amit was still sleeping. She quietly went towards the bed and lay down beside him.

He woke up after one hour.

"How are you feeling, my love?" Rashi asked, touching his forehead.

"I am feeling much better, now that you are here," Amit replied, his voice sounding hoarse.

"I am glad," Rashi said, leaning down and kissing him gently on the forehead.

"What did you do when I was asleep?"

"Not you, We, we did, passionate love making, don't you remember anything?"

Amit shook his head, and Rashi continued, "Well, we made love, and then we made love again, and again, and again. It was amazing, the best night of my life," Rashi said, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"That's great, I am glad you enjoyed it"

Rashi looked at him and then said, "You should get up now, Qadir would still be there"

"Oh yes" Amit said, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

Amit came out of the bathroom after 15 minutes and Rashi got up from the bed. "Let's go," she said.

Amit nodded and followed her out of the room.

When they reached the guest room, Qadir was already dressed and waiting for them.

"Good morning, Amit," Qadir greeted.

"Good morning, Qadir," Amit replied.

"How are you feeling?"

"I am fine, apologies for leaving you mid way" Amit said, not elaborating further.

"It's ok, Rashi took good care of me" and looked towards Rashi, you have a wonderful wife," he said.

"I know," Amit replied, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Take care of yourself," Qadir said, turning and leaving the door and driving away in his car.

Amit and Rashi stood at the door for a moment, before Amit finally spoke. "Well, that was... interesting," he said.

Rashi did not reply, but instead, a small smile appeared on her face.

"So, what are you going to do today?" Amit asked.

"I am going to relax," Rashi replied, before adding, "and you should, too. You're not going anywhere until you're better."

"I will, I promise," Amit replied, his tone serious.

"Good," Rashi said, smiling.

"I love you," Amit said, his tone sincere.

"I love you, too," Rashi replied, before hugging him.


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[qazmlp]

Hot Hot Hot

[untamable_rohini]

Hi Friends,

Let me know if you want me to continue the story or shall I give a final update and close this one.

[mahamatherchod]

continue

[Rocky Rakesh]

Hi Friends,

Let me know if you want me to continue the story or shall I give a final update and close this one.

Please continue the story. Let Qadir impregnate Rashi. Let him fuck Rashi sister and make her carry his child in her womb before the wedding night. Did Amit knew what happened in the night. I got suspicious when he says its interesting. Has he turned cuck overnight. I hate cuck stories.

[Manikandarajesh]

Going great. Bring more humiliation of husband by Rashi.

[Dumeelkumar]

Nice dude

[Ananthukutty]

Rashi should get pregnant and cheat on her husband saying that it is his baby

[adangamaru]

Rashi should get pregnant and cheat on her husband saying that it is his baby

Since they did not use condoms, there is a high chance for this. 

[Joseph Rayman]

Hope the author does not make Amit as cuckold like any other stories.

[untamable_rohini]

Amit’s growing reliance on Qadir for his embassy projects made visits to the Qadir’s grand villa a regular affair. The sprawling estate, with its ornate carvings and lush gardens, became a familiar backdrop for discussions about their work related intiatives. Qadir’s influence was undeniable, and his willingness to lend his support was invaluable to Amit’s work. These visits, initially professional, soon carried an air of camaraderie, with Amit and Qadir sharing meals and stories that transcended formalities.

Rashi often accompanied Amit on these visits, adding an unspoken tension to the gatherings. Her presence was always met with Qadir’s subtle yet penetrating gaze, though he maintained a façade of cordiality in front of others. His wife, Laila, ever gracious, hosted the meetings with poise, her sharp eyes missing none of the details. Qadir, despite his desire to meet Rashi alone, found his attempts thwarted by the constant presence of either Laila or Amit.

During one particular evening, the atmosphere at the villa was warm and lively. Amit, relaxed with a cup of steaming green tea in hand, discussed logistics with Qadir.

“Your connections have been a game-changer, Qadir. This project is finally gaining traction. I can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s nothing, Amit,” Qadir replied, his voice smooth. “What’s good for the region is good for everyone”

While the men spoke, Rashi sat quietly beside Amit, her saree dbangd elegantly over her shoulder. Laila approached her, offering a polite smile.

“How are you finding Kabul, Rashi? Is it to your liking?”

“It’s very different from India, but I’ve grown fond of its charm,” Rashi replied, carefully choosing her words.

Laila nodded. “Good. It takes time, but Kabul has its own rhythm. And Qadir is always here to ensure our guests feel welcome.”

Rashi smiled politely, thinking that the rhythm with which Qadir fucks her she is fond of. As the conversation continued, Qadir’s eyes frequently drifted to Rashi, his thoughts veiled but intense. He wanted to speak to her alone, kiss her lips and taste those beautiful breasts. Yet, the presence of both Laila and Amit made such a moment impossible.
After several weeks of this dynamic, Qadir decided to create an opportunity where he could interact with Rashi more freely. The idea came to him as he observed her interest in some of the discussions surrounding cultural initiatives. He leaned back in his chair during one of the evening visits and addressed Amit directly.

“Amit,” he began, “we’ve been discussing several charity programs tied to the embassy’s projects, but I believe there’s a gap we haven’t addressed yet. Women’s empowerment. It’s a critical issue, and I’d like to integrate it into our initiatives.”

Amit nodded, intrigued. “That’s an excellent idea, Qadir. What do you have in mind?”

“There’s a summit in Dubai next month,” Qadir said smoothly. “It focuses on trade, development, and cultural exchange, with a special emphasis on empowering women in this region. I think it would be a perfect platform to highlight some of our collaborative efforts. And Rashi,” he added, turning to her, “would be the ideal person to represent this aspect.”
Rashi blinked in surprise, her hands tightening around her cup. “Me? Why me?”

“Your unique perspective as an Indian woman living here,” Qadir said, his tone persuasive. “You’ve seen the challenges firsthand. You’ve been part of discussions that touch on these topics. Your voice would resonate with the audience.”
Laila, who had been observing quietly, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Amit appeared thoughtful, considering the proposal. “It’s unconventional,” he admitted, “but I see the value in it. Rashi, what do you think?”
Rashi hesitated, glancing between Amit and Qadir. Her heart raced at the implications of this proposal. “I don’t know, I have never done this before, but If you think I can contribute meaningfully, I’d be happy to help,” she said carefully.
“Wonderful,” Qadir said, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “It’s settled then. I’ll ensure the arrangements are made.”



The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast a soft light over the room, creating an intimate warmth. Amit lounged against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest. His gaze was fixed on Rashi, who stood at the dressing table, her figure bathed in the golden light. She was unfastening her earrings, the delicate jingling sound filling the quiet room.

“I can’t stop thinking about the Dubai summit,” Amit said, his voice thick with both excitement and something deeper. “It’s such a perfect opportunity for you, Rashi. You’d be a star there.”

Rashi glanced at him through the mirror, her lips curving into a small smile. “You really think I could handle something like that?” she asked, carefully removing her necklace and placing it beside her earrings.

“I don’t just think so,” Amit replied, his voice lowering, “I know you could. You’re incredible, Rashi—more than you realize.”
Her fingers moved to the pin holding her saree’s pallu, loosening it with a practiced grace. The fabric slid down her shoulder, exposing her smooth skin. Amit’s eyes followed the movement, his admiration unmistakable.

“You’re making it hard to focus on anything but you,” he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Rashi chuckled softly, unwrapping the saree from her waist. She folded it methodically, but her movements had an unintentional sensuality. As she bent slightly to place the saree on the chair, the curve of her cleavage became more pronounced.

Amit let out a low, appreciative sound. “You’re a distraction,” he murmured, pushing himself off the bed.

Rashi turned to face him, holding the string of her petticoat in her fingers. “A distraction? You’re the one who brought up work,” she countered, her tone light but teasing.
“Work can wait,” Amit said, stepping closer. His hand caught hers, stopping her from untying the string. “Right now, all I care about is you.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that started tender but quickly deepened. His hands moved to the knot at her waist, deftly loosening the petticoat and letting it fall to the floor. Rashi shivered slightly as the cool air touched her skin, leaving her in her lingerie.
Amit’s hands rested on her hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his gaze roaming over her.
Rashi flushed under his intense gaze but smirked, holding his eyes as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. The straps slipped off her shoulders, and she let the garment fall, baring herself completely to him.
Amit’s breath hitched, and he wasted no time. He pulled her closer, his lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck as his hands roamed over her bare skin. “You drive me crazy, Rashi,” he murmured against her skin.
She tilted her head back, her laughter soft and provocative. “Good,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair.
Amit’s hands moved lower, sliding her panties down her hips and letting them join the pile of discarded clothing. He stepped back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he took her in. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Rashi smiled, stepping toward him and placing her hands on his chest. “And you’re still overdressed,” she teased, tugging at his shirt.
Amit chuckled, quickly shedding the shirt before pulling her into his arms. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as they moved toward the bed. The sheets were cool against their heated skin as they tumbled together, their laughter giving way to quiet gasps and whispers.
For a long time, they stayed entwined, later, as they lay tangled together, Rashi rested her head on Amit’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“You really think I can make a difference in Dubai?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.
“I know you can,” Amit said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re incredible, Rashi. You’ll amaze everyone—just like you amaze me every day.”
Amit’s hands roamed over her bare skin, his kisses growing more urgent. As they lay together, their bodies intertwined, Amit’s passion faltered. His kisses slowed, his touch less certain. Rashi noticed the shift immediately and pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. “Amit?” she asked softly.
He sighed, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment. “My body’s just... not cooperating.”
Rashi placed a hand on his cheek, her touch gentle. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice filled with reassurance. “You don’t have to explain.”
“I wanted tonight to be special,” Amit said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But now...”
“Stop,” Rashi interrupted, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “It is special. We don’t need to prove anything to each other.”
Amit looked at her, his vulnerability laid bare. “You’re too good to me,” he murmured, pulling her into an embrace.
Rashi rested her head on his chest, tracing slow, comforting circles on his skin. “Sometimes things don’t go as planned,” she said softly. “But that doesn’t change how much I love you.”
They lay together in silence, the intimacy of the moment deepened by their quiet connection. Amit’s arms tightened around her, and for the first time that night, he allowed himself to relax fully.
Yet, as Rashi closed her eyes, her thoughts drifted once again to Qadir—the intensity of his presence, the unspoken tension between them. As she lay there in Amit’s arms, Rashi felt a pang of guilt. She loved him, of course, and admired his steady presence in her life. But a part of her, the part she didn’t often allow herself to acknowledge, was drawn to the complexity of her connection with Qadir. She could feel the tug of both men in her heart, but it was Qadir who seemed to stir something in her that she couldn’t fully understand.
She thought of the soft way Amit had held her, of his kisses that were tender and reassuring. He had been there for her through everything, and his love for her was unquestionable. But when her mind wandered to Qadir, it was harder to define the emotions that swirled within her. There was a pull she couldn’t ignore, a temptation that she had yet to resist.
Rashi closed her eyes, the weight of her conflicting thoughts heavy on her chest. She loved Amit, there was no doubt about that. But with Qadir, she felt something else—something darker, more thrilling, and perhaps even more dangerous.
The airplane had just touched down, its wheels skimming the runway with a smooth grace that hinted at the luxurious surroundings awaiting them. The airport, buzzing with life and flashing neon lights, signaled the start of a new chapter. Rashi felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling within her as she disembarked, her heels clicking softly on the polished airport floors. The heat from Dubai hit her like a wave, a sharp contrast to the cool air-conditioned interiors of the plane. The city’s skyline glittered like a jewel under the night sky, a blend of modern sophistication and ancient charm.
Amit, standing beside her, adjusted the collar of his shirt, his professional demeanor never faltering, even in the rush of travel. “It’s always good to be back here,” he said, his tone filled with a familiarity Rashi had come to expect. “Dubai never changes. It’s the perfect place for deals to be made—and for the embassy to make its mark.”
Rashi nodded, offering a small smile. “I’ve heard a lot about it. But there’s something about it that feels... different. Bigger than life, almost.”
Amit chuckled, glancing around at the gleaming facades of luxury shops and eager travelers. “That’s Dubai for you. But you’ll get used to it. The city’s a place for the ambitious, the bold.”
They made their way to baggage claim, the bright fluorescent lights above creating a sterile, almost artificial atmosphere. Rashi’s thoughts, however, were already elsewhere. As much as she tried to keep her focus on the trip, her mind kept wandering back to the recent developments. Specifically, to Qadir. His words had been haunting her in the days leading up to this trip, and now, in the city of excess and hidden secrets, she couldn’t help but feel the pull of what might happen between them.
The hotel they arrived at was as grand as expected, with high ceilings, shimmering chandeliers, and lush polished marble floors. The atmosphere was thick with an air of quiet wealth, every detail designed for comfort and indulgence. Rashi felt a mixture of awe and uncertainty as she took in the surroundings.
“I must admit,” she said, her voice soft as she looked around, “this place is beyond anything I expected.”
Amit, who had been quick to pick up their luggage, grinned and adjusted his shirt. “Dubai does hospitality right. No detail is ever overlooked. Just wait till you see the room.”
They checked in quickly, the staff ensuring that no detail was missed. Amit handed over their passports, and soon, they were on their way up to their suite. The hallway, just like the lobby, exuded opulence—rich carpets, golden accents, and towering flower arrangements that seemed to reach for the skies.
The suite was breathtaking. The spacious room boasted a king-sized bed with plush, white linens and a large sitting area by the windows, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. Soft lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, complementing the calming colors of the walls. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, adding to the sense of serene luxury.
Amit set down their suitcases and began unpacking, his movements quick and efficient. Meanwhile, Rashi stood by the window, gazing at the view of Dubai’s sparkling lights below. Her mind, however, was elsewhere—on the evening ahead. Her thoughts drifted to Qadir. The anticipation she had been feeling earlier now seemed more tangible, like an electric charge in the air.
As Amit spoke, his voice cut through her thoughts. “I need to take an urgent call,” he said, pulling out his phone. “There’s a situation at the embassy. I’ll be downstairs in the lounge, but you’re free to relax, explore the hotel, or stay here. Whatever you prefer.”
Rashi nodded, though a sense of unease started to bubble up. She glanced at Amit, who was already absorbed in his conversation, speaking quickly and intently. She had learned over time how important his work was.
Amit seemed to sense her gaze, briefly glancing over at her before he returned to his call. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, his voice a little distracted. “Just take some time to unwind.”
Rashi managed a tight smile, nodding, but her heart was already racing. She knew what tonight held. A quiet yet undeniable tension lingered in the room.
It wasn’t long before Amit, still on the phone, turned to her with an apologetic look. “Rashi, I really need to head down to the embassy for this. Something came up. It’s crucial.” His words were clipped, his tone all business now. “I’ll try to keep it short, but don’t wait for me if I’m late, do your best in the summit.”
Rashi stood frozen, caught between disappointment and understanding. She nodded, though a part of her was already unraveling. The night she had been waiting for—anticipating, even planning for—was about to change.
“I’ll be fine, Amit,” she said, her voice soft. “Go do what you need to do. I’ll be here.”
Amit gave her a reassuring smile before he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. “I’ll text you when I’m done. Enjoy the hotel.” The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Rashi alone.
Once the door was closed, Rashi let out a slow breath. The weight of the silence in the room pressed in on her. She turned toward the bathroom to freshen up, but her steps were slow, her thoughts consumed by everything that was to come.
In the mirror, she adjusted her hair, brushing it over her shoulder as her gaze flickered toward the door. She had promised herself not to get too distracted, but now, alone in this lavish suite, the memory of Qadir’s presence from earlier—the way his eyes lingered on her, the intensity of his gaze—flooded her thoughts.
She changed into a sexy, emerald green evening dress, one that clung to her curves and hinted at the cleavage she knew would drive attention. She stood before the mirror, watching herself in the reflection, a small, seductive smile playing at her lips.
As Rashi stood by the window, watching the sun dip below the horizon, the shimmering lights of Dubai coming to life, a call from Amit interrupted her solitude. She reached for her phone, her fingers lightly tapping the screen.
“Amit,” she answered, her voice calm, though there was an edge of curiosity.
“Amit here,” his voice crackled through, and there was a note of urgency. “Rashi, something’s come up back at the embassy. I won’t be able to attend the summit. I need to head back immediately.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “What happened? Is everything okay?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. Amit was always a man of duty, and his commitments to the embassy often came first.
“I’ll be fine, Rashi,” he reassured her, his tone shifting to professional. “I’ll leave the summit in Qadir’s capable hands. He’ll take care of everything on the ground. You’ll be in good hands.”
Though she understood, a flicker of disappointment stirred within her. “Alright, Amit. Take care of what you need to do. I’ll handle things here.” She tried to mask her emotions, but there was no denying the weight of his absence.
After the call ended, Rashi stood still for a moment, her thoughts scattered. The evening stretched ahead of her, full of unknowns. With Amit occupied with his embassy work, she was left to navigate the delicate situation with Qadir. The tension between them, palpable and unspoken, lingered in the air like an electric current.
Later in the evening, Qadir arrived at the hotel room to pick her up, his presence as commanding as ever. His suit jacket was perfectly tailored, the deep hue of it contrasting with his sharp features and intense gaze. There was something in the way he looked at Rashi that sent a wave of heat through her, a silent understanding that needed no words.
“Shall we go explore the city, Rashi?” he asked, his voice smooth, carrying a note of invitation and intrigue.
She nodded, unable to hide the fluttering feeling in her chest. “Yes, let’s go.”
They stepped out into the vibrant Dubai evening, and Rashi couldn't help but feel the city's energy pulse around her. The streets were alive with the sounds of luxury cars, the chatter of people from all corners of the world, and the hum of nightlife just beginning to pick up. Dubai's skyscbangrs loomed in the distance, their lights twinkling like stars against the night sky.
Qadir’s team members accompanied them as they ventured into one of the city's most extravagant shopping malls. The opulence of the place was evident at every corner: high-end boutiques, luxury brands, and glass display cases that showcased jewels worth fortunes. The air was cool inside, the fragrance of high-end perfumes and freshly brewed coffee mingling in the air.
As they walked through the mall, Qadir kept a casual, yet protective, distance from Rashi, his eyes occasionally flickering toward her with a gaze that was both respectful and possessive. It wasn’t lost on her how natural it felt, how comfortable she was in his presence despite the undercurrent of desire that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.
They paused in front of a boutique, the soft lighting highlighting the sensual silk dresses displayed in the window. Rashi found herself drawn to one in particular: a deep red dress, delicate yet bold, its fabric shimmering under the lights like liquid fire. She hadn’t realized how long she had been staring at it until Qadir’s voice broke through her thoughts.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his tone low and measured.
Rashi turned to him, caught slightly off-guard. “It’s... beautiful,” she replied, her voice trailing off. She wasn’t sure if she should speak her thoughts aloud, but the dress seemed to call to something deep inside her.
Without another word, Qadir signaled for one of the attendants, and before she could protest, he was purchasing the dress for her. “It’s yours,” he said, his smile charming yet intense. “A gift. I believe it’s something that suits you.”
Rashi didn’t know how to respond. She glanced at him, her heart racing with the implications of his gesture. “Qadir, you didn’t have to,” she murmured, the words tumbling out before she could stop herself.
He placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the fitting room, his touch firm yet gentle. “It’s my pleasure,” he replied softly, his voice low with a hidden meaning. “I think you’ll look stunning in it.”
Rashi couldn't argue with that—she knew exactly what he meant. The thought of wearing such a dress, of walking beside him in it, filled her with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Her fingers itched to touch the fabric, to try it on, but there was a growing tension between them that she couldn't ignore.
After their evening out, they returned to the hotel, the mood between them thick with unspoken words. The luxury of the hotel room felt even more intense now, the anticipation almost unbearable.
Qadir smiled at Rashi as they entered, the weight of the day seeming to lift as he removed his jacket. “I trust you enjoyed our little excursion,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Rashi nodded, her hands instinctively reaching for the dress Qadir had gifted her. “I don’t know how to thank you for this,” she said softly, her voice laced with both gratitude and something else. She had learned to read the unspoken language between them, the way he seemed to bring out a side of her she wasn’t entirely sure she understood.
He stepped closer, his presence all-encompassing. “You don’t need to thank me,” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm. “This is just the beginning, Rashi. And I promise, tonight, you’ll look absolutely stunning in it.”
A sense of warmth flooded through her at his words, and without another word, Rashi turned to head into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She could feel the tension in the air intensify as she unzipped the dress she had been wearing and slipped into the luxurious red silk number Qadir had chosen. The fabric slid over her skin, hugging her body in all the right places. It was a perfect fit.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Qadir standing near the window, his back to her. The moment he turned to face her, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze swept over her, lingering on the curves the dress accentuated, the way the silk shimmered as she moved.
“You look perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with admiration. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes now—it was the gaze of a man who wanted more, much more but just not yet. Qadir left, asking her to meet at dinner.
As the evening deepened, Rashi and Qadir made their way to the restaurant located within the luxurious hotel. The soft golden lighting cast a warm glow on the polished marble floors and the delicate flower arrangements adorning each table. The atmosphere was intimate, quiet yet filled with the hushed murmurs of other diners. The clink of glasses and the faint notes of classical music playing in the background added to the elegance of the setting.
Rashi walked alongside Qadir, her emerald green dress swaying lightly with each step. Her heels clicked softly on the floor, but her eyes were fixed on Qadir, noting how his usual confident demeanor seemed a bit more subdued tonight. He had been quieter than usual during their walk from the hotel room to the restaurant, and the weight of his silence wasn’t lost on her.
They arrived at their table, a corner spot with a view of the city’s skyline lit up against the night sky. As they took their seats, Rashi couldn’t help but notice the way Qadir seemed distracted, his eyes not meeting hers as they normally did. His posture was slightly hunched, his usually sharp and controlled expressions replaced with something softer, more contemplative.
Rashi hesitated for a moment before speaking up. She reached for the wine glass in front of her but stopped halfway, deciding it was better to address the silence first.
“Qadir, you seem... off tonight,” she said, her tone light but laced with concern. “Is everything alright? You don’t seem like your usual self.”
Qadir gave a faint smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine, Rashi,” he replied, though his voice lacked the usual charm and confidence. “Just... a bit of work-related stress.”
Rashi wasn’t convinced. She had known Qadir long enough by now to understand that when he was troubled, he rarely kept it to himself. There was always a hidden agenda, a reason behind his brooding moods, and she was determined to find out what was bothering him.
“Come on,” she pressed, leaning in slightly as she lowered her voice, “I can tell something’s wrong. Is it something about the summit? Or something else?”
Qadir shifted in his seat, his fingers lightly tapping on the edge of his glass. He hesitated for a long moment before he finally looked at her, his eyes clouded with frustration. “It’s... it’s about the sponsor of the summit. The sheikh,” he said quietly, his words heavy with implication. “He’s not happy with Amit’s absence. He’s made it very clear that he’s displeased with the way things are going.”
Rashi frowned, her heart sinking slightly at the mention of the sheikh. She knew how important the summit was for Amit, for the embassy, and for the relationships they were trying to build in the region. “What does that mean? What is he going to do about it?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Qadir’s jaw tightened as he leaned back in his chair, his expression growing more serious. “He’s going to make a formal complaint to the higher-ups. This could jeopardize Amit’s reputation, his work here, and possibly even the embassy’s standing with certain influential people in the region,” he explained, his tone low and measured, as if weighing each word carefully. “The sheikh wanted a strong, unified presence at the summit, and without Amit here, it looks like we’ve failed to deliver that.”
Rashi’s mind raced. The thought of Amit’s reputation being harmed, of his efforts going to waste, was unbearable. She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around her wine glass. “What can we do?” she asked, her voice filled with urgency.
Qadir took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “I’m going to try to find a way out of this, a way to smooth things over with the sheikh. But it won’t be easy,” he admitted, his gaze hardening with determination. “I’ll do whatever I can to prevent this from escalating. But the important thing, Rashi...” He paused, his eyes locking with hers. “You mustn’t tell Amit about this. Not yet, at least. I don’t want him to worry about this when he’s already dealing with other issues. Let me handle it. I’ll find a solution.”
Rashi nodded slowly, her mind still swirling with concern. “I understand,” she said, her voice quiet, though the weight of the situation pressed down on her shoulders. “But... what if he finds out? What if it all blows up in the middle of the summit?”
“I’ll handle it,” Qadir repeated, his tone firm but calm. “Trust me. I know how to deal with this. For now, just focus on the summit. You’re representing both cultures here, Rashi. And you’ll do it brilliantly, I have no doubt about that.”
His words, though comforting, didn’t fully alleviate the tension in her chest. She knew that Qadir was skilled at handling delicate situations, but this felt different. The stakes were higher, and the repercussions of failure could be disastrous for both Amit and the embassy. Yet, she also trusted Qadir in a way she hadn’t trusted anyone else. There was an unspoken bond between them, one that had grown stronger with each passing day, even if it was built on unspoken feelings and complicated circumstances.
“So, we wait?” she asked, her voice soft.
Qadir’s gaze softened, and he nodded slowly. “We wait. And we act when the time is right.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of the situation hanging between them like a thick fog. Rashi’s mind was filled with thoughts of Amit, of the responsibility she had to him, and the delicate balance she had to maintain in this complex web of relationships.
The waiter arrived with their food, and the mood shifted slightly as they both turned their attention to the meal before them. But the underlying tension remained, the conversation lighter than it had been earlier. Neither of them spoke much more about the situation with the sheikh, but Rashi couldn’t help but feel the weight of it pressing on her, knowing that Amit’s future could very well depend on the decisions they made in the coming hours.
As they ate, Rashi kept stealing glances at Qadir. His usual confidence was tempered by the burden of the situation, and she could see the subtle lines of stress around his eyes, the slight tension in his shoulders. There was more to him than just the calm and collected facade he put up, and tonight, she was starting to see the cracks in that mask.
After a quiet dinner, Rashi returned to her room, her thoughts swirling. The day had been a whirlwind of conversations and preparations, and the weight of the upcoming summit pressed heavily on her shoulders. Amit’s absence had left a noticeable void, and she couldn’t help but feel the responsibility of representing both the embassy and her own views on women’s empowerment in such an important forum.
She changed into a comfortable outfit—an old T-shirt and leggings—and sat on the bed, staring out of the window at the city lights twinkling in the distance. The sound of her phone breaking the silence startled her. It was Qadir.
“Rashi,” he said, his voice calm and steady, “I need you to come down to the banquet hall. It’s where the summit will take place tomorrow. I’d like us to do a quick run-through. Please wear your saree. It’ll be good to get a feel for the space before the event.”
Rashi hesitated. It was late, and the idea of walking through the summit hall in a saree felt unnecessary. But she knew Qadir was meticulous about every detail, and the last thing she wanted was to feel unprepared tomorrow.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said, hanging up.

[Yesudoss]

Good update. Looks like after bedding Rashi, Qadir is going to make her open the legs to other Sheiks.

[Rocky Rakesh]

Qadir is working out the plans perfectly i would say.

Now they can frame Amit in rpae charges in dubai and make him stoned to death and make Rashi believe it. Finally make Rashi permanent slut of Qadir

The love feeling that Rashi show for Amit is not fitting the bill in anyway. Rashi is already bitch of Qadir and she will have no qualms to open her legs to more circumcized dicks.

Great going

[Naveena komaali]

Rash seems to enjoy the new lavish lifestyle. This time qadir seems to have different plans for her instead of just one night stand. Its going to be a honeymoon like with husband returning kabul leaving her and they set out to swiz after the summit.

[Projectmp]

Amazing update rohini garu

[Dev89]

Excellent
update