Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

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[gunwinny]

Afrah is now like a puppet in the hands of vishal

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Sohail’s POV – 7 Days Later in Delhi  

Sohail sat in his room, his fingers tapping restlessly against the wooden armrest of his chair. The past week had been nothing short of a nightmare. His impulsive trip to Sri Lanka had backfired completely—he had spent a humiliating night in lockup, and instead of getting the confirmation he so desperately sought, he had returned with even more questions.  

The messages, the pictures, the sickening taunts from that unknown number still haunted him. The image of woman in that tiny bikini, her body exposed in ways he had never imagined, was burned into his mind. Was it really her? The doubt was eating him alive, but without conclusive proof, he couldn't accuse her.  

And now, today, he was heading to Afrah’s home with his parents. A formal visit—one that was supposed to move their engagement forward. He clenched his fists. How was he supposed to sit there, smile, and pretend nothing was wrong when his mind was filled with images of her in another man’s arms?  

Yet, he had no choice. Without proof, confronting her would only make him look insecure, paranoid. If she really was cheating, she would lie. If she wasn’t… he would lose her forever for doubting her.  

As he stood up and adjusted his blazer in the mirror, his jaw tightened.  

"I need to be careful. But I won’t let this go. I’ll find the truth… one way or another."


Afrah’s POV  

The room was filled with voices—her parents, Sohail’s parents, all discussing wedding dates, venue options, and guest lists. Sohail sat across from her, his expression unreadable, though she could sense an underlying tension in his posture. But none of it was holding her attention.  

Her phone vibrated again. Another message.  

She subtly tilted the screen, her heart pounding as she read Vishal’s words.  

Vishal:Are you wet yet? Sitting there like a good little fiancée while thinking about my hands on you?  

She bit her lip, crossing her legs to suppress the growing ache between them. She knew exactly why Vishal was doing this—he knew Sohail would be here, knew she would be sitting demurely among her family, pretending to be the perfect bride-to-be. He got a thrill from making her squirm in situations like this, from the silent humiliation he was forcing onto Sohail without the poor man even realizing it.  

And the truth was… she got a kick out of it too.  

The risk, the danger of being caught, only heightened the heat pooling in her core. Her fingers gripped the phone tighter as another message popped up.  

Vishal:Imagine if your parents knew what I did to you last week. If Sohail knew how you moaned for me. Should I tell them?

Her breath hitched. She glanced up quickly, scanning the room, but no one seemed to notice her flushed cheeks, the way she was pressing her thighs together.  

Vishal:Be a good girl. Touch yourself, just a little. Right there, with them in the room.

Her pulse skyrocketed. She couldn't. Not here. Not while her mother was discussing bridal dress with Sohail’s mother. Not while Sohail was sitting just a few feet away.  

But her body betrayed her. A slow, almost imperceptible shift in her seat. A tiny press of her thighs. Just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her, leaving her breath unsteady.  

She typed back quickly, hands trembling.  

Afrah:You’re evil.

Vishal:And you love it.

She did. And that was the most sinful part of all.


Vishal: What are you wearing right now?

Afrah: That shouldn't concern you.

Vishal: Right… I prefer you without anything on.


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Her phone buzzed again—a picture. Her own picture. The one he had taken of her in that barely-there bikini at the beach. The way the sunlight highlighted every curve of her body, the way her waist chain rested against her soft skin—it was scandalous. And he had just sent it back to her.

Vishal: Miss this look? I do. I’ve been thinking about peeling that off you again…

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Afrah: You shouldn’t text me like this. My family is here.

Vishal: That’s exactly why I’m texting. Look at the pic ,how sexy you look ,do they know u have their pious girl wore a slutty bikini in Sri lanka



Vishal: I bet they are. I bet you’re getting wet, sitting there in front of Sohail like a good little fiancée while your body still remembers how you moaned my name 


Afrah: Stop it.

Vishal: You don’t really want me to stop. If I were there right now, I’d make you excuse yourself from the room… pretend to go fix your lipstick… and then I’d follow you. Imagine that, Afrah. Me pressing you against the bathroom door, lifting your dress, feeling how soaked you are for me…

A fresh wave of heat rushed through her body. Her fingers trembled as she typed.

Afrah: You’re wicked.

Vishal: And you’re mine. Now, be a good girl and tell me—are you wearing panties?


Afrah: …Maybe.

Vishal: That’s not an answer. Do I need to come over and check for myself?

A thrill ran through her. This was dangerous. This was wrong.

And she loved every second of it.


The discussion about the wedding was ongoing. Her mother and future mother-in-law were deep in conversation, talking about invitations, décor, and rituals. Sohail sat beside her, his posture stiff, his face unreadable. Was he still suspicious? Did he still think about Sri Lanka, about the time she had been away?  

Afrah, however, could barely focus. Her phone kept vibrating in her lap, and she crossed her legs, trying to suppress the growing heat between her thighs. She knew exactly who it was. Vishal.  

The moment she unlocked her screen, her stomach clenched.  

Vishal:Btw, I sent you something. The delivery guy should be at your door right about now. 


Afrah:What is it?

Vishal:You’ll see.

She knew Vishal’s mischievous ways, knew that whatever he had sent wouldn’t be something innocent. Her heart pounded as she glanced toward the door. She needed to get it before anyone else.  

Feigning a polite smile, she cleared her throat. “Ammi, I just got a delivery. I’ll be back in a moment.”  

Her mother barely glanced up. “What is it?”  

“Just some skincare products I ordered,” Afrah lied smoothly, standing up. Sohail’s gaze followed her, but she ignored it, walking quickly toward the entrance.  

When she opened the door, a courier stood there holding a discreet brown package. Afrah took it, murmured a hurried thanks, and rushed to her room.  

Locking the door behind her, she carefully opened the box.  

The moment she saw what was inside, her breath caught in her throat.  

A dildo.  

Not just any dildo—but one nearly identical to Vishal’s cock. Thick, veined, and smaller than the real thing.  

Her hands shook as she shut the box and shoved it beneath her clothes in the cupboard.  

Her phone buzzed again.  
Vishal:Hope you liked my gift.

Afrah:Are you mad?! What if someone else had opened it? If ammi had.

Vishal:
Vishal:Then she would knowher daughter is a very naughty girl.


Vishal:I want you to play with it tonight. And send me a video.

Her thighs clenched. Heat licked at her skin.  

Afrah:I will do no such thing.

Vishal:Oh, but you will. You always do.

Her body betrayed her, tingling with anticipation. The idea of using it, of sending him a video while her fiancé was oblivious, made her shiver.  

Vishal:Be a good girl. Do it before bed. I want to see you come undone.

Afrah bit her lip.  

Was she really going to do this?  

The answer was already clear.





She again joined the family in the drawing room.
Soon sohail family ,was about to leave,her parents also had to go somewhere,Sohail offer them lift,she was alone now at her home ,her sis is also not here.A naughty smile crept in.









Sohail’s POV:

Sohail gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the dimly lit streets of Delhi. His mind was a storm of doubts, suspicions, and frustration. Seven days. Seven days since he had returned from Sri Lanka with nothing but more uncertainty.

He had wanted proof —something concrete to confirm his worst fears. But instead, he was left with a gnawing sense of unease that refused to let him sleep at night.  

As he pulled up in front of Afrah’s house, he sighed. He had forgotten his wallet at her place earlier when he came with his parents to discuss the wedding. Now, with her parents gone and her sister out, she was alone.  



He grabbed the house keys her mother had given him and stepped out. As he approached the entrance, something caught his eye  

A few pieces of clothing had fallen from the clothesline. Without thinking, he moved to pick them up. But just as he straightened up, his gaze flickered toward the window.

His heart stopped.  

The curtains weren’t drawn completely, and the warm glow from Afrah’s bedroom spilled into the night. The room door was open, giving him a clear view inside.  

And what he saw blew his mind.

Afrah.

Lying on her bed, her thighs bare, her knees slightly bent.  

Her hand was between her legs.  

Sohail was frozet. He felt like an intruder, yet he couldn’t look away.  

She was touching herself. 

A vibrator—small, pink, sleek. Her delicate fingers clutched it as she moved it against her most private place.  

Her other hand was teasing her own breast, palming it over her thin kurti. He could see how hard her nipple was through the fabric.  

His cock throbbed painfully.

He had never seen her like this before. He had only imagined what she looked like beneath her layers of modesty. But now? Now he was seeing a completely different side of Afrah—the secret side. For the first time he is seeing her immodest side ,he eyes were focused on her fair smooth thighs .



"Ahhh…"She moaned, her back arching slightly off the bed.  

The sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He clenched his jaw. His fingers twitched toward his belt buckle. Should he…?

No. No.  

His mind warred between lust and fury.  

Who was she thinking about?  

She wasn’t watching porn. She wasn’t looking at a sexy actor or an Instagram influencer. Her eyes were shut, her lips parted, her breath ragged.

She was fantasizing about someone.

And a sick, horrifying realization hit him.  

Was it Vishal?

Sohail froze.

Vishal’s words echoed in his mind like a cruel whisper.  

"You will never be able to see her like I do."

His stomach churned. His erection pulsed uncomfortably. This wasn’t right.

Afrah moaned again.  

Sohail felt the last shred of his sanity slip. Should he burst into the room and confront her? Should he demand answers? Or should he stay there, in the shadows, watching?  

He felt disgusted. He felt aroused.

And he didn’t know what to do next.


She arched her back like a seductress, moving with slow, sinuous grace—like a nagin weaving a spell of lust.  

God, she was beautiful.  

Her body, the way her curves dipped and swayed, the delicate tremble of her thighs—it was the sexiest sight he had ever seen.   

His chest tightened.His hands curled into fists. His mind raced back to another night, another woman.

Hiba.  

That night in the old building, when he had caught her. But this was different.

There was no man involved this time.

Yet somehow, it felt worse.  

"Does she do this frequently?"  

"Where did she even get that vibrator?"

Is Vishal is her source of arousal?


Ahhhh…"

Her moan pulled him back into the present. His cock twitched, aching against his pants. He should look away. He should leave.  

But he couldn’t.

And then—their eyes met.

Everything stopped.

Afrah’s expression shifted from pure pleasure to utter horror.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.  

Then she scrambled up, her hands trembling as she yanked her salwar back into place. Panic. Guilt. Anger. It all flickered across her face.  

She didn’t say a word.  

Just rushed to the doorand slammed it shut.  

Sohail’s heart pounded against his ribs. What the fuck just happened?

He exhaled shakily, dragging a hand over his face.  

Minutes passed.

The main door creaked open.  

Afrah stepped out, her face flushednot from pleasure, but from guilt… and fury.

Sohail clenched his jaw. He stepped inside.  


Sohail: “What were you doing?”  

Afrah’s face flushed, but she held her composure, masking her guilt with defiance.  

Afrah: “Why were you spying on my room?!”  

Sohail: “I wasn’t spying! I came back for my wallet, and I found… this?!”  

Afrah folded her arms across her chest, her heart hammering.  

Afrah: “So what if you saw me? You had no right to watch!”  

Sohail: “No right? I am your fiancé, Afrah! I will be your husband soon. And you… you were lying there, doing this? You think I wanted to see that? You—touching yourself—with a vibrator?”  

Afrah narrowed her eyes.  

Afrah: “And what’s wrong with that?”  

Sohail: “You shouldn’t be… touching yourself like that. It’s haram.”  

Afrah scoffed, rolling her eyes.  

Afrah: “Oh, please, Sohail. Don’t start lecturing me now.”  

His jaw clenched.  

Sohail: “You belong to me, Afrah. Your body is for me. Not for… this filth.”  

Afrah’s eyes widened.  

Afrah: “Excuse me?”  

Sohail: “You should have some shame! Act like a proper woman—not… doing this.”  

Afrah took a step back, her chest rising and falling rapidly.  

Afrah: “Are you serious right now?!”  

Sohail: “You have too much freedom, given to you by your parents. And look how you misuse it! First, that trip with Vishal—now this?”  

The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.  

Afrah’s face fell. Her eyes glossed over.  

A single tear slipped down her cheek.  

Afrah: “Is that what you think of me?”  

Sohail’s stomach twisted.  

Afrah: “You think I’m having an affair with Vishal?”  

Her voice cracked.  

Afrah: “That’s what you really think of me?”  

She turned away, storming out of the room.  

Sohail panicked.  

Sohail: “Afrah, wait! That’s not what I meant!”  

But she was already halfway down the hall. He hurried after her.  

Afrah: “Oh, I know exactly what you meant. You accused me of cheating on you while I was on a work trip!”  

Sohail: “That’s not—”  

Afrah: “How could you even think that? Do you think I’m some immoral woman? Some slut who sleeps around?”  

Sohail: “No! I don’t think that!”  

Her lips trembled.  

Afrah: “I agreed to this rishta because I thought you were different. That you were a good man. Secure. Not like other men.”  

Sohail: “I am, Afrah. I swear. I don’t think of you like that. I just… I was shocked seeing you like that.”  

Afrah’s eyes burned.  

Afrah: “No, Sohail. You were angry. And the truth came out.”  

Silence.  

Sohail ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.  

Sohail: “I don’t think of you like that. In fact… I love you. I just… I wasn’t ready to see you like that.”  

Afrah’s lips parted slightly.  

Afrah: “Like what?”  

She took a step closer.  

Afrah: “Self-pleasuring?”  

Sohail’s throat went dry.  

Afrah: “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”  

He said nothing.  

Afrah: “Women have needs too, Sohail. Or do you think only men do?”  

He swallowed hard.  

Afrah: “Don’t you do it? Don't you touch your self?

He looked away.  

Afrah: “Answer me.”  

Sohail exhaled. “I…”  

Afrah gave a humorless laugh.  

Afrah: “Exactly.”  

Sohail opened his mouth, but she cut him off.  

Afrah: “And besides…”  

She hesitated. Then, her voice softened.  

Afrah: “I wasn’t thinking about some other man.”  

Sohail stilled.  

Afrah: “I wasn’t cheating.”  

She lowered her gaze.  

Afrah: “I was thinking about you.”  

Sohail’s heart skipped a beat.  

Her words hit him like a wave.  

His breath caught.  

For the first time since their argument began, he didn’t know what to say.  

Afrah: “You have to understand that.”  

Sohail stared at her. At her flushed cheeks, at the vulnerability in her expression.  

Then—without thinking—he pulled her into his arms.  

Sohail: “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll never accuse you again.”  

Afrah’s hands trembled against his chest.  

Then—out of nowhere—she kissed him.  

Sohail froze.  

It was soft, hesitant, but it stole the air from his lungs.  

Their first kiss.  

A rush of heat flooded his body.  

For the first time in his life, he felt butterflies

Vishal pov


Fuck yeah. He lean his head back on the leather seat in his penthouse and grin like the cocky bastard he is . He is meeting Tanya after months , but she’s going down on him like this is her last chance to ever suck a cock. Resting his hand on the back of her head, he push her down even further, making her take his huge cock all the way down her throat. When she gags a little, he ease up and let himself enjoy the wet slurping sounds she makes while she drags her tongue up and down my shaft, and then circles it around his thick head. It’s a good blowjob, Tanya is a proper slut she has skillful mouth but he’ve had better. He’ve had worse. In fact, He’ve had fucking thousands of blowjobs. Of all the sluts ,Tanya is one of his favourite slut ,the married bong is one of sexiest woman he knows ,only other woman that could beat her is Afrah.

Uff that slut is such a tease ,she makes him hard like no other, the Sri Lanka trip was such a revelation, her slutty side is slowly peeling up ,she is owning up to her desire.

Vishal leaned back against the couch, his fingers gripping Tanya’s hair as she continued to bob on his cock like a desperate slut in heat. She was moaning, taking him deep, but his mind wasn’t even on her. His focus was on his phone—the video Afrah had just sent him.  

It was short, only thirty seconds, but it was enough to drive him insane.  

On the screen, Afrah was holding the vibrator, her soft lips pressing against the tip in a teasing kiss. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth, taking it in, her tongue swirling around the plastic as she sucked it, her eyes locked onto the camera. Daring him. Mocking him.  


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His cock twitched.  

She was telling him exactly what he was missing.  

Telling him that his cock had never felt her lips.  

And that thought made him harder than anything Tanya was doing.

He groans.



“Uh…mmm…oh,” the Tanya moans as she bobs her head up and down on my cock. She’s doing a pretty good job, so he return the favor and reach under her skirt and slide his fingers inside her soaking pussy. She clenches around him and comes immediately. She sucks him even faster, pumping her hand up and down his shaft in time with her head, and I feel hus balls tighten. Yanking her up off my cock, he shoot jet after hot jet of cum all over her face, and she looks like she loves every fucking second of it. He looks at the video ,soon Afrah will be on her knees , sucking his huge cock , swallowing his thick load , his finance will be clueless or at best .

[a2011]

Incredibly good update. Great writing.

[fuckandforget]

Super update

[Samadhanam]

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[damien123456]

Hello, this is the best update among the last three updates. Awesome update!

[K MD THABREZ]

Nice update

[Johnnythedevil]

Great update

[Sarvesh Siva]

Interesting one

[Vasanthan]

Marvelous

[K MD THABREZ]

Witting next update

[Santhosh Stanley]

Within a week after marriage, Afrah will say sohail, i am pregnant. Sohail will jump in joy as if he has done a miracle 

[K MD THABREZ]

Witting next update bro

[a2011]

waiting for update.

[damien123456]

when is the next update bro