Adultery In the Shadow of Diplomacy: A Tale of Temptation

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She stood in front of the mirror as she prepared herself, carefully dbanging the saree. The fabric was a deep red with gold accents, one she had chosen specifically for the event. She wasn’t sure why it felt important to her, but something about the grandeur of the saree made her feel more connected to her heritage, more prepared to speak on women’s empowerment. After a few attempts at adjusting the pleats and securing the fabric, she felt ready.
The hotel was nearly silent as she walked down the hallway, her steps echoing faintly in the stillness. When she entered the banquet hall, she found it empty except for Qadir, who stood near the center of the room, his back to her as he examined the space.
“Ah, Rashi,” he said, turning with a smile when he saw her. “You look perfect.”
Rashi nodded in acknowledgment, her nerves returning in full force. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, trying to sound confident despite the flutter of anxiety in her stomach.
Qadir gestured for her to stand in the middle of the room. “I just want you to get a feel for the space. Tomorrow, you’ll be presenting in front of a large audience, so it’s good to see the setup.”
They spent a few minutes walking through the details—where she would stand, where the microphone would be placed, how the audience would be arranged. Rashi felt more at ease as they discussed the logistics, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that something felt off.
As they moved to the side of the room, the door opened, and a man entered. He was tall, dressed in a sleek suit, and carried himself with the kind of quiet authority that made people pay attention. Rashi immediately recognized him—Sheikh Faisal, one of the summit's key sponsors.
Qadir stepped forward to greet him. “Sheikh Faisal, thank you for joining us. This is Rashi, Amit’s wife, who will be presenting tomorrow on women’s empowerment.”
Rashi smiled politely, but Sheikh Faisal’s gaze lingered on her a bit too long for her comfort. His eyes seemed to scan her with a quiet intensity that made her feel like a subject of scrutiny, though his expression remained neutral.
“Thank you for the warm introduction, Qadir,” the sheikh said, his tone smooth, yet with an edge of formality. “I’ve heard much about your work, Rashi. Your perspective on women’s empowerment is something I look forward to hearing more about.”
Rashi gave a soft nod. “Thank you, Sheikh Faisal. It’s an honor to be here.”
Sheikh Faisal smiled faintly, then gestured toward her. “Would you mind giving me a brief preview of your presentation? It would help me get a better idea of what to expect tomorrow.”
Rashi’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t planned on giving a preview at this moment, but the sheikh’s request seemed genuine, even if a bit forward. She glanced at Qadir, who nodded encouragingly, urging her to go ahead.
Taking a deep breath, Rashi began, “Women’s empowerment is about more than just giving women opportunities. It’s about breaking the systems of inequality and creating an environment where women can thrive. It’s about giving them the resources and the support they need to take control of their futures.”
As she spoke, she kept her tone measured, trying not to let her nerves show. She could feel the weight of the sheikh’s gaze on her, his attention unwavering. Qadir, standing by, translated her words into Arabic for the sheikh.
When she finished, she waited for a response, feeling the tension in the room. Sheikh Faisal looked thoughtful, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed her words.
“That’s a powerful message,” he said after a long pause. “I appreciate your dedication to this cause, Rashi. I look forward to hearing the full presentation tomorrow.”
Rashi nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and unease. His compliment was polite, but his scrutiny made her wonder if he was satisfied or just being diplomatic.
“Thank you,” she said, though her voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
The sheikh gave a small smile. “I’ll leave you both to your preparations. See you tomorrow.”
As the sheikh walked out, Rashi let out a quiet breath, her hands slightly trembling. Qadir watched her with a neutral expression, but his eyes held something she couldn’t quite place—concern, perhaps, or something more.
“Don’t worry, Rashi,” he said, stepping closer. “You did well. The sheikh is a man of few words, but he’ll be watching closely tomorrow. Just stick to your message, and you’ll do great.”
Rashi met his gaze, trying to push past the knot in her stomach. “I hope so. I really do.”
Qadir nodded. “You’re ready. Just don’t let anything throw you off. This is your moment.”
She appreciated his words, but her mind kept racing back to the sheikh’s gaze, and the lingering sense that something about tonight had shifted. The next day would be critical, and Rashi knew she couldn’t afford to let anything distract her from her goal.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall, now emptied except for Rashi and Qadir, had settled into an almost uncanny silence. Rashi adjusted the pallu of her saree, trying to shake off the lingering tension from her impromptu presentation to Sheikh Faisal. Qadir, on the other hand, seemed unusually quiet, his typically poised demeanor appearing slightly unsettled.
Finally, Qadir cleared his throat. “Rashi,” he began, his tone softer than usual, “there’s something Sheikh Faisal mentioned before he left.”
Rashi looked at him curiously, her eyes searching for an explanation. “What is it?” she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Qadir hesitated, as if carefully weighing his words. “He was... impressed with your articulation and poise,” he said slowly. “But he also expressed a desire to have a more personal conversation with you.”
Rashi’s brow furrowed. “A personal conversation? About what?”
“He didn’t specify,” Qadir admitted. “But Faisal is a powerful figure in this region. His support—or lack thereof—can have significant repercussions, not just for the summit, but for Amit’s work here. He’s already disappointed by Amit’s absence, and I think he sees this as an opportunity to... engage more directly.”
Rashi took a step back, her unease growing. “And you agreed to this?”
“I didn’t have much choice,” Qadir said, his voice low. “Faisal’s influence is immense. If he feels slighted, it could jeopardize everything we’ve worked for, including Amit’s standing in the region.”
Rashi’s heart raced as she absorbed his words. “You’re asking me to meet him alone?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“No,” Qadir said quickly, stepping closer. “I’m not asking anything. I just wanted you to be aware of his request. Ultimately, it’s your decision, Rashi. I’ll be nearby if you choose to go, and I’ll make sure everything stays professional.”
She felt a mix of emotions—anger, confusion, and a deep sense of vulnerability. “This feels... wrong, Qadir,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m here to represent a cause, not to be part of someone’s political chess game.”
Qadir placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle. “I understand how you feel,” he said. “But think of the bigger picture. Faisal’s endorsement could make all the difference. If you’re uncomfortable, we’ll find another way. But if you decide to meet him, I promise I’ll ensure you’re safe.”
Rashi turned away, her mind racing. The situation felt like a trap, a no-win scenario where every choice carried risks. After a long pause, she finally looked back at Qadir. “When does he want to meet?”
“Tonight,” Qadir said softly. “In the lounge adjacent to the banquet hall. He said it would only take a few minutes.”
Rashi exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on her. “Fine,” she said at last, her voice steady but laced with resolve. “I’ll meet him. But only because I don’t want Amit’s work to suffer.”
Qadir nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his face. “Thank you, Rashi. I’ll be nearby the entire time.”
Rashi couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something far more complicated than she had anticipated. Her heart raced as she adjusted the pleats of her saree, the rich silk clinging to her form as she approached the lounge adjacent to the banquet hall. The room was softly lit, the warm glow of amber lamps casting long shadows on the luxurious decor. Sheikh Faisal was seated in a plush armchair, his presence commanding yet disturbingly casual. His dark eyes, sharp and unyielding, flickered toward her as she entered. For a fleeting moment, his gaze swept over her, slow and deliberate, before he gestured for her to sit.
“Rashi,” Faisal said in a deep, velvety tone, his Arabic-accented English gliding effortlessly off his tongue. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me. I understand this might feel... unconventional, but I believe in handling important matters face-to-face.”
Rashi nodded, her smile polite but tight. “Of course, Sheikh Faisal. I’m here to support the summit and represent the initiatives my husband and the embassy are working on.”
She lowered herself onto the leather chair opposite him, conscious of the delicate fall of her saree’s pallu over her shoulder. As she settled, Faisal’s gaze dropped—not subtly, but with an almost practiced air. His eyes lingered on the curve of her neck, the gold pendant resting against her skin, then dipped lower, tracing the faint swell of her cleavage visible beneath the edge of her blouse. When her saree shifted slightly, revealing a sliver of her toned midriff, his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
“You spoke eloquently earlier,” he said, leaning forward slightly, the movement causing the scent of his musky cologne to drift toward her. His voice was steady, deliberate, each word chosen with care. “Your passion is evident, and I respect that. But passion alone does not ensure success. There are... practicalities to consider.”
Rashi tilted her head, her fingers tightening on the edge of her saree. “What kind of practicalities?” she asked, her tone cautious. She could feel his eyes on her, the weight of his scrutiny pressing against her skin like a touch.
Faisal reclined in his chair, his long fingers brushing idly along the armrest. “The absence of your husband has created certain complications,” he said, his gaze sliding briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. “His presence was important to many here, myself included. But I’ve observed you, Rashi. You possess a certain... elegance, a presence that could compensate for his absence, at least for now.”
Her heart skipped a beat, her breath catching slightly. She shifted in her seat, the movement causing her saree to slip slightly from her shoulder. Faisal’s gaze flickered toward the exposed skin, the smile on his lips deepening ever so slightly.
“I’ll do whatever I can to ensure the summit’s success, Sheikh Faisal,” she said firmly, ignoring the heat rising to her cheeks. “But I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking of me.”
Faisal’s faint smile turned enigmatic, almost teasing. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, bringing his face closer to hers. “All I ask is your trust,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Trust... and a willingness to embrace the unexpected.”
His words lingered in the air, heavy with an unspoken meaning that made her stomach twist. Before she could form a response, Faisal straightened and rose to his feet with an unhurried grace. He reached into the inner pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out a small card. Walking toward her, he extended it with a subtle, almost intimate smile.
As she reached to take it, his fingers brushed hers deliberately, his touch warm and lingering for a moment longer than necessary. He murmured, his voice low enough to send a shiver down her spine. “Think of it as an opportunity to prove your dedication.”
Before she could respond, Faisal stepped back, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her. “Thank you for your time, Rashi. That will be all for now.”
With a faint nod, he turned and walked away, his strides confident, leaving her sitting there, her breath uneven. She glanced down at the card, her pulse quickening as she read the embossed text. The unease within her deepened, mingling with an inexplicable sense of intrigue.
The scene shifted dramatically as Rashi found herself in the opulent suite of the Burj Khalifa hotel. The space was breathtaking—floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unparalleled view of Dubai’s glittering skyline, and the décor exuded luxury, with sleek furniture and intricate accents.
Sheikh Faisal stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, gazing out at the city. Rashi entered hesitantly, her saree’s fabric rustling softly against the marble floor. The air felt thick with tension, and her heart raced as she tried to process how she had arrived here.
Faisal turned, his gaze piercing yet composed. “Welcome, Rashi,” he said, his voice low and steady. “This is where I conduct my most important meetings.”
Rashi swallowed hard, her thoughts a whirlwind. “I don’t understand. Why am I here?”
“To discuss the future,” Faisal said simply, gesturing for her to sit. “You see, Rashi, you represent more than just a woman speaking at a summit. You represent potential—both personal and professional.”
She hesitated but sat on the edge of an exquisite armchair. “I came here to talk about the summit, Sheikh Faisal. Nothing more.”
Faisal approached her, his steps deliberate. “And we will talk about the summit,” he said, his tone softening. “But first, I need to understand who you are. Your dedication. Your willingness to embrace opportunities.”
Rashi’s hands tightened around the edge of her saree. “I’ve made my dedication clear,” she said firmly. “I believe in the work we’re doing, and I’m here to ensure it succeeds.”
Faisal studied her intently, then smiled. “Good. That’s the spirit I admire. Let us continue this conversation with honesty and mutual respect.”
The room fell silent as the city lights outside cast shimmering patterns on the walls, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Rashi’s resolve hardened as she prepared to navigate this unexpected and precarious situation.
The silence in the suite was almost oppressive, broken only by their breathing. Sheikh Faisal moved with a measured grace, his presence commanding yet unnervingly calm. He sat down on the edge of a low, modern sofa and gestured for Rashi to join him. She hesitated, standing by the armchair, the fabric of her saree clutched tightly in her hands.
“Rashi,” Faisal began, his tone even, “I want to speak frankly with you.”
She nodded slowly, her throat dry. “Of course, Sheikh Faisal.”
He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees. “Amit’s absence has created ripples that cannot be ignored. I understand that he has pressing matters, but there are those who see his decision to stay behind as a sign of... disregard.”
“That’s not true,” Rashi said quickly. “Amit is deeply committed to this cause, to this summit. He didn’t want to leave.”
Faisal held up a hand, silencing her. “Perception is often more important than reality,” he said. “Sponsors, dignitaries, and decision-makers have expectations. When those expectations are not met, consequences follow. For Amit, for his projects, and by extension, for you.”
Rashi’s pulse quickened. “What are you saying?”
Faisal’s dark eyes locked onto hers, steady and unyielding. “I have the power to smooth over this situation,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of absolute certainty. “To reassure those who are displeased and to ensure that Amit’s reputation remains intact. But such interventions come at a cost.”
She swallowed hard, the meaning behind his words sinking in like a heavy stone. “And what... cost is that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Faisal rose and moved closer, his towering presence both magnetic and suffocating. “Nothing unreasonable,” he said softly. “A show of trust, of understanding. Of partnership.”
Rashi took a step back, her heart pounding. “I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking.”
Faisal smiled faintly, his expression inscrutable. “You’re an intelligent woman, Rashi. I believe you understand perfectly.”
Her mind raced as she tried to process the veiled threat in his words. The weight of Amit’s career, his reputation, and everything they had worked for hung heavily in the balance. She felt cornered, her choices narrowing with every passing second.
After a long, tense silence, Rashi finally spoke, her voice trembling. “And if I say no?”
Faisal tilted his head slightly, his smile fading. “Then I will respect your decision, of course. But I cannot guarantee that others will be as forgiving.”
The implication was clear, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She glanced toward the window, the glittering skyline offering no comfort. Slowly, she turned back to Faisal, her expression resolute yet haunted.
“If this will protect Amit,” she said, her voice steadier now, “then... fine.”
Faisal’s eyes softened slightly, though the intensity in his gaze remained. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, and raised a hand to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face.
“Trust is a powerful thing, Rashi,” he murmured.
Her breath hitched as she stood frozen under his gaze.
As Rashi stepped back, attempting to create some distance, Sheikh Faisal reached out and gently grasped her wrist. His touch was firm but not forceful, commanding her attention as he pulled her a step closer. The scent of his expensive cologne lingered in the air between them, mingling with the tension that seemed to thrum like a living thing.
His eyes bore into hers, dark and intense. “Rashi,” he began softly, his voice a low murmur, “do you understand the gravity of the situation? Do you truly grasp what is at stake here—for your husband, for his career, for the countless lives affected by the work he’s trying to achieve?”
She hesitated, her pulse racing. “I do,” she said, barely above a whisper. “That’s why I—why I agreed.”
Faisal tilted his head slightly, studying her with an expression that was both calculating and enigmatic. “Good,” he said, his voice almost tender. Then he leaned closer, his lips hovering near her ear, and his next words came out as a whisper. “But words are just the beginning. Actions, Rashi, are what define loyalty.”
Rashi’s breath caught in her throat as he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. There was a subtle challenge in his gaze, a quiet but unmistakable assertion of power.
“I want you to prove it,” Faisal said, his tone velvet-smooth. “Prove that you’re willing to do whatever it takes to ensure Amit’s success—and his safety.”
Her heart pounded wildly as she tried to read between the lines of his statement. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Faisal smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. “Only that I need to know you’re fully committed. That you’re prepared to stand by your word, no matter the cost.”
The room felt oppressively still as his words hung in the air, their meaning heavy and multifaceted. Rashi searched his face for clarity, for reassurance, but found none.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she said finally, her voice firmer now despite the turmoil swirling within her.
Faisal’s smile widened slightly, his hand sliding from her wrist to her waist, pulling her closer. “Yes,” he murmured. “You are.”
Rashi’s heart raced as she felt the subtle yet firm grip of Sheikh Faisal’s hand on her waist. The opulence of the suite, the shimmering skyline beyond the glass, and the charged atmosphere all seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in an isolated pocket of tension.
“Faisal,” she started, her voice faltering, “I’ve already said I’ll do what I can. There’s no need to test me like this.”
Faisal’s gaze softened for a moment, a flicker of something almost empathetic passing through his dark eyes. But it was fleeting, replaced once again by his composed demeanor. “Rashi,” he said gently, “sometimes, in our world, words are not enough. People in power require proof of intent, tangible and immediate.”
She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she placed them against his chest, attempting to push him back slightly. He allowed the motion but didn’t step away entirely, keeping his presence looming close.
“I’m here because I care about Amit,” she said, her voice gaining a steadiness she didn’t fully feel. “This isn’t about me—it’s about his work, his reputation. Don’t you see that?”
Faisal tilted his head, his lips curving into a faint smile. “And that’s precisely why I respect you, Rashi. Your loyalty is admirable, even if it’s... misplaced at times.”
His words struck a chord, a subtle insinuation that made her stomach twist. “Misplaced?” she echoed, her brow furrowing.
Faisal sighed, stepping back finally, his hands falling to his sides. He turned to face the window, his silhouette outlined by the glow of the city lights. “Amit is a good man, but this world is not kind to good men,” he said quietly. “He is a diplomat, bound by rules and expectations that limit his reach. Sometimes, to protect what we care about, we must make sacrifices that others cannot.”
The implication in his words sent a chill through her, but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door, breaking the moment. Faisal’s eyes flicked toward it, and he raised a hand, signaling for her to remain quiet. He strode to the door and opened it slightly, speaking in hushed Arabic to someone outside before closing it again.
When he turned back to her, his demeanor had shifted slightly—less intense, more pragmatic. “Think carefully about what I’ve said,” he told her, his tone measured. “This isn’t just about tonight, or tomorrow, or the summit. It’s about the future you want to build.”
Rashi nodded slowly, her emotions a tumultuous storm beneath her composed exterior. “I need some time,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Faisal inclined his head in understanding. “Of course,” he said. “Take all the time you need.”
Rashi walked out of the suite, her mind spinning as she tried to make sense of the tangled web she had found herself in.
Rashi lingered near the door, her hand resting on the handle. The tension in the room was thick, her emotions a storm of conflict, fear, and an unsettling curiosity. Faisal's voice, calm yet commanding, broke through her hesitation.
“Rashi,” he said softly, stepping closer again. “You’re stronger than this doubt. You’ve already shown courage by coming here tonight. Why falter now when you’re on the brink of securing everything Amit has worked for?”
She turned to face him, her expression torn. “You keep saying it’s about trust,” she said, her voice trembling. “But this doesn’t feel like trust, Faisal. It feels like coercion.”
Faisal sighed, his features softening as if trying to appeal to her on a more human level. “I understand why you feel that way,” he admitted. “But you must know I hold no ill intentions toward you—or Amit. This is about navigating a world that demands more than just diplomacy. It demands sacrifice, commitment... and sometimes, unconventional methods to ensure survival.”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Do you want to see Amit’s name tarnished? To see his career destroyed because others lacked the vision to see what he’s truly capable of?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Faisal’s proximity was overwhelming, his presence intoxicating in its intensity. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to summon the clarity she desperately needed, but his words lingered, feeding into her deepest fears and insecurities.
“I can stop this, Rashi,” Faisal continued, his hand brushing against hers lightly. “The complaints, the whispers, the doubts surrounding Amit. I can protect him in ways that no one else can. But for that, I need to know you’re willing to do the same—to go beyond boundaries for the man you love.”
Rashi opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. There was a sincerity there, but it was entwined with something more—an undeniable challenge, a test she felt unable to escape.
Her breath hitched as she whispered, “What do you want from me, Faisal? Tell me plainly.”
He studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with deliberate care, he cupped her face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. “I want to taste you completely,” he said, his voice low. “To show me that you’re willing to take this leap—not just for Amit, but for yourself.”
Rashi’s pulse thundered in her ears as the weight of his words bore down on her. She felt the sharp pull of fear and doubt, but also the insidious temptation of surrender, the possibility of relinquishing control in exchange for certainty.
“I can’t do that” Her voice trembled as she finally spoke. “If I do this... you promise me Amit’s work will be safe?”
Faisal nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. “You have my word.”
She stared at him for a long moment, searching for cracks in his conviction, for any sign that this was a game. But there was nothing—only an unrelenting certainty that left her with no other choice.
Rashi swallowed hard, her lips parting slightly as she leaned forward, her cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and resolve.
“Now,” Faisal said softly, his voice carrying a quiet triumph. “We move forward together.”
Rashi said nothing, her emotions too tangled to untangle in that moment. She simply nodded, the gravity of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders as Faisal stepped back, giving her a moment to compose herself.
The contrast between Sheikh Faisal and Rashi was stark yet captivating. Faisal stood at an imposing 6 feet 2 inches, his athletic frame accentuated by the tailored suit that clung to his broad shoulders and lean waist. His complexion was a warm olive, his sharp jawline complemented by a neatly trimmed beard. His dark eyes, deep and piercing, carried an enigmatic allure, while his perfectly groomed hair added to his air of sophistication. At approximately 90 kilograms (187 pounds), he exuded a quiet dominance that was both commanding and magnetic.
Rashi, in comparison, was petite but equally striking at 5 feet 4 inches. Her slender frame, weighing around 56 kilograms (123 pounds), was adorned with the elegance of her expensive saree, the fabric dbanging perfectly over her curves. Her smooth, milky fair complexion glowed under the soft lights of the suite, and her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. Her almond-shaped eyes, lined with kohl, held a mix of vulnerability and determination, and her delicate features exuded a timeless grace.
Their physical proximity only emphasized the contrast between them—his towering presence enveloping her smaller frame as they stood close, the intensity of the moment reflected in their matching expressions of unspoken tension and intrigue. The difference in their statures created an unmissable dynamic, one of undeniable power balanced by equal measures.
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain her composure. Faisal gave her an appraising look, then reached out and touched her chin lightly, tilting her face up so their eyes met.

She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain her composure. Faisal gave her an appraising look, then reached out and touched her chin lightly, tilting her face up so their eyes met.

He smiled faintly. He turned her around violently and looked at her backless blouse. His touch was rough, demanding, and a shiver ran down her spine. She could feel his gaze burning into her skin, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh.
His fingers trailed along her shoulder blades, sending goosebumps prickling across her arms. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
She felt his lips brush against her ear. His breath was hot and ragged, and Rashi gasped as his hand moved down to her hip, squeezing firmly.
She couldn't help but let out a whimper as his fingers dug into her flesh.
"Shh," he whispered, his lips ghosting over her skin. "Be a good girl for me."
Her heart pounded wildly as she felt him press against her. His arousal was unmistakable, and she bit her lip to stifle another moan.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing.
Faisal chuckled darkly. "Relax, little one," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I won't hurt you... much."
Rashi drew in a deep, shuddering breath, her pulse quickening as Faisal reached out. His fingers brushed her chin gently, tilting her face upward so their eyes met. His gaze held hers, deep and searching, as if peeling away her carefully constructed walls.
“You’re stunning, Rashi,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvety rumble. The warmth of his tone sent a shiver down her spine. “Do you know how intoxicating you are?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away. Faisal’s hand moved to the edge of her saree’s pallu, the fabric dbangd over her shoulder. His fingers slid beneath the silk, lifting it slightly. The delicate fabric slipped, revealing more of her bare shoulder and the curve of her collarbone.
His touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as his fingers traced the edge of her backless blouse. The coolness of his fingertips against her warm skin sent goosebumps racing across her arms. Rashi gasped softly, her lips parting, but she didn’t stop him. Instead, she tilted her head, exposing more of her neck.
Faisal leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, his voice like a caress. His lips brushed lightly against her skin, leaving a trail of heat as they traveled from her ear to the curve of her shoulder.
Her breathing grew uneven as his hands slid lower, resting at her waist. His fingers curled around her hip, firm but not forceful, pulling her gently closer to him. She felt the heat of his body against hers, his presence overwhelming but oddly reassuring.
As his hands moved lower, they found the edge of her saree. Faisal hesitated, his dark eyes flicking up to meet hers again, silently seeking her consent. When Rashi didn’t pull away, her breathing quick but steady, he slowly slid the fabric upward. The silk rustled softly, exposing her slender thighs, her skin glowing in the dim light.
Rashi trembled beneath his touch, her heart pounding wildly as his fingers traced the smooth curve of her thigh. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, as if savoring every moment. She let out a soft sigh, her head falling back slightly as she surrendered to the sensation.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Faisal murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a shiver coursing through her. Her eyes flew open as he slid his hand down between her legs, cupping her mound possessively.
He leaned in and nipped at her earlobe, sending another wave of goosebumps rippling across her skin.
"You're so wet for me already," he purred, his fingers teasing her folds. "You've been wanting this, haven't you?"
She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand, “No”
"Don't lie to me," he growled, his grip tightening.
Rashi bit her lip, her body trembling with desire. She couldn't deny it anymore—she had wanted this.
He pulled his hand away, leaving her feeling empty and aching.
"Look at me, you are dripping wet like a bitch in heat" he commanded.
Rashi turned around slowly, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown wide.
Faisal's gaze was dark and intense, and his lips curled into a hungry smile.
“You sure you don’t want to do this?, I won’t take what you’re not ready to give,” Faisal said, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. “But when the heat becomes unbearable, when you can’t stand the ache anymore...” He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her cheek. “You’ll come to me. And when you do, I’ll give you exactly what you need.” He goes near the window and stood facing the citylights
Rashi stood frozen, her mind racing. The room felt suddenly colder in his absence, the warmth of his touch lingering on her skin like a phantom. She pressed a hand to her chest, her breathing shallow as she fought the conflicting emotions coursing through her—anger, shame, desire.
Time stretched as she stood there, torn between reason and the unrelenting pull of her own yearning. Her body hummed with a need she couldn’t deny, those eggs in her ovary having their effect, her breasts getting tender and nipples sore, the ache he had spoken of growing with every passing second. She clenched her fists, willing herself to resist, but it was futile.

[adangamaru]

Fantastic update. She has turned M Mens mistress now.

[Manikandarajesh]

Amazing one

Sheik does not know english it was qadir translating to arabic. how come they both started conversing. It was a pure blackmail, how Rashi got turned on on that.

[Hotyyhard]

wow now real game starts

[Ananthukutty]

Already Rash cheated on Amit for the circumcized cock of Qadir. Another fuck with Faizal is not going to change anything much for her. But, She will be finanncially and professionally benefitted more by opening her legs wide. Lets see where these take her to. Excellent going.

[untamable_rohini]

Amazing one

Sheik does not know english it was qadir translating to arabic. how come they both started conversing.  It was a pure blackmail, how Rashi got turned on on that.

Sheikh knows english, it's just easier to talk in arabic with Qadir. Agree it was blackmail, but she has her own desires, thirst which Amit couldn't quench making her drift towards debauchery.

[Projectmp]

Very erotic update Rohini Garu

[Sakshi Priyan]

Excellent way to go, How old is Faizal, is this part of the plan to change this Hind woman as whore and kill her husband.

[untamable_rohini]

[LustyLeo]

Very Good

[untamable_rohini]

Excellent way to go, How old is Faizal, is this part of the plan to change this Hind woman as whore and kill her husband.

Faisal is around 40 years old, there is no plan for including violence here

[xbiilove]

Will there be a threesome with Qadir. Nice narration.

[untamable_rohini]

Will there be a threesome with Qadir. Nice narration.

Thanks, what do you think will happen?

[qazmlp]

I dont think Qadir wil hold anymore Power over Rashi, now that She has a more Powerful Daddy to take care of her sexual needs.
I think Qadir, inspite of all his wisdom, misplayed Rashin Dubai. I am guessing he brought Rashi to Faisal in order to solidify his Bond with a Poweful person like the Sheikh. Rashi is purely a pawn for him in the larger game. And he feels he could always hold his sway over Rashi even after her getting thoroughly fucked by Faisal.