Adultery Undercover Desires

[Losliyafan]

Good Evening John446,

First of all , thank you so much for the updates.
I think Kavya for sure would like to give divorce to her husband Rahul since she is madly in love with Danish.
I also think in future updates Kavya will marry Danish after her divorce with Rahul , gets pregnant and deliver his child. 

She should get pregnant first and then give divorce giving the reason that her husband is impotent and it is the reason she choose another man.  

[Arul Pragasam]

Super bro. From the bodily needs, the relation ship has taken to the next level.

[sunniappan]

Beautiful update

Claiming three times and filling her womb with the potent seeds with her approval. Danish is lucky bastard,

[Steven Rajaa]

The wife has completely surrendered and shared her marital bed and fucked without condoms. She has finally taken a decision to start a new life with this man. Good big update 

[Kartikjessie]

The wimpy husband can die in an accident, so that these two can marry and start a new life to bring good end.

[karimeduramu]

Very nice update.

The story has finally reached the climax. Waiting for it

[Vasanthan]

Great update. Time for the final nail in the coffin of the useless husband.

[John446]

CHAPTER - 46
The soft morning light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. The air was thick with the remnants of the night before—warm, intimate, intoxicating. Kavya lay tangled in Danish’s arms, her body still buzzing from the hours of passion they had shared. His arm was dbangd possessively over her waist, his breath slow and deep against the nape of her neck.
A sudden vibration broke the silence. The phone on the bedside table buzzed insistently, pulling her out of the haze of sleep. Kavya’s lashes fluttered open, her heart skipping a beat as she turned to see the name flashing on the screen.
Rahul.
Her throat went dry. The reality of her life came crashing back in an instant. Her husband, miles away in the USA, completely unaware of the sins that had unraveled in his absence. She sucked in a breath, carefully untangling herself from Danish’s embrace. He stirred slightly, his grip tightening for a moment before his arm fell away, his body shifting deeper into sleep.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Kavya picked up the phone and answered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hello?”
Rahul’s warm voice came through the line, filled with the usual affection. “Hey love, did I wake you up? I just wanted to hear your voice before starting my day.”
Kavya exhaled shakily, running a hand through her disheveled hair. “No… I was already up.” A lie. She had been lost in the arms of another man only moments ago.
She turned her gaze toward Danish. He lay on his side, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, his face peaceful, completely at ease. Kavya could still feel his touch lingering on her skin, the ghost of his kisses trailing along her collarbone. The contrast between the two men in her life had never felt more stark.
Rahul’s voice continued, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside her. “I miss you. It’s tough being away, but knowing you’re waiting for me keeps me going.”
Guilt twisted inside her, sharp and unforgiving. She bit her lower lip, her fingers clutching the edge of the bedsheet that barely covered her. “I miss you too,” she murmured, though the words felt foreign on her tongue.
Her eyes drifted back to Danish, and as if sensing her gaze, he stirred slightly. His hand reached out in his sleep, fingers brushing against her thigh absentmindedly before settling back. A shiver ran down her spine, a stark reminder of the choices she had made.
Rahul continued speaking, his words distant, but Kavya could barely focus. Her mind was still trapped in the heat of last night, the way Danish had looked at her, touched her, claimed her. She felt breathless, torn between two worlds—the one where she was Rahul’s loving wife, and the one where she was drowning in the desire Danish awakened in her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to breathe. “How’s work?” she asked, hoping to divert the conversation, to push down the emotions clawing at her insides.
Rahul chuckled. “Busy, but good. I can’t wait to come back to you.”
Kavya swallowed hard, forcing a smile into her voice. “That’s great, Rahul. I… I can’t wait for you to come back either.”
Another lie. The words felt foreign, hollow, as they slipped past her lips. She knew she should mean them—she should be longing for the day Rahul would walk through that door and hold her in his arms. But instead, her pulse quickened at the thought of the man still asleep beside her, his warmth lingering on her skin like a brand.
She tried to focus on what Rahul was saying, but her mind kept drifting, her body betraying her. Danish’s touch still burned into her memory—the way his lips had traveled over her skin, the way he had whispered her name in the dark, as if she belonged to him and only him.
“I’ll book my tickets soon,” Rahul continued, his voice steady and full of excitement. “Maybe in a couple of months, depending on how things go here. I just hope you’re not too lonely without me.”
Kavya’s breath hitched, and her grip on the bedsheet tightened. Lonely? She almost laughed at the irony. She had never felt more alive, more consumed, more... desired than she had in these past few weeks. And yet, with every stolen moment, every forbidden touch, the weight of guilt pressed heavier on her chest.
“I’m managing,” she replied softly, hoping Rahul wouldn’t notice the tremor in her voice.
There was a brief silence on the other end, and then, Rahul sighed. “I know things have been tough with me being away. But once I’m back, we’ll make up for the lost time, okay? Maybe we can plan a trip somewhere, just the two of us.”
Kavya’s heart clenched. Once upon a time, she would have been thrilled at the idea. But now? She wasn’t sure if she could look him in the eyes without feeling like a complete stranger.
She forced a small laugh. “That sounds nice.”
Danish shifted beside her, rolling onto his back. The sheets barely covered his torso, revealing the sculpted lines of his body, the same body that had pressed against hers only hours ago. A sudden heat pooled in her stomach at the memory, at the way he had made her feel things she never thought possible.
She needed to end this call.
“Well, it’s still early here,” she said quickly, glancing at the clock. “I should try to get some more sleep.”
“Of course,” Rahul said, his voice gentle. “I love you, Kavya.”
She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Not immediately, at least. She hesitated, glancing at Danish’s sleeping form, at the slight smirk still ghosting his lips even in his dreams.
Finally, she whispered, “I love you too.”
And then she hung up.
The silence that followed was deafening. Kavya sat there, phone still clutched in her hand, her breath unsteady. The weight of what she had just done—what she had been doing—settled over her like a heavy fog.
She turned slowly, her gaze falling on Danish once more. His eyes fluttered open, dark and knowing. A slow, lazy smile stretched across his lips.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
Kavya swallowed, her pulse hammering against her ribs.
“You okay?” Danish asked, propping himself up on his elbow, studying her intently.
She wasn’t sure how to answer that. Was she okay? How could she be, when she was balancing on the edge of two different lives, torn between the comfort of what she knew and the fire of what she had discovered?
Instead of answering, she exhaled shakily and ran a hand through her messy hair. Danish reached out, his fingers trailing softly down her bare arm, sending a shiver through her.
“You’re thinking too much again,” he murmured, pulling her back into his arms.
Kavya stiffened for a moment, her mind screaming at her to move away, to put distance between them before it was too late.
But wasn’t it already too late?
As Danish’s lips pressed against her shoulder, his touch gentle yet possessive, Kavya let her eyes drift shut. Just for a moment, she let herself sink into the warmth of his embrace, into the feeling of being wanted in a way she had never known before.
Rahul was thousands of miles away.
And she was still here.
Danish’s arms tightened around her, his warmth enveloping her like a cocoon. He pressed a lingering kiss against the side of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Babe, you were amazing last night. Never felt so satisfied.”
A soft, almost shy smile played on Kavya’s lips. She turned slightly, brushing her fingers over his bare shoulder, and whispered back, “Same here.”
But even as she said it, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her mind. Her body was still humming from the night before, every touch, every moment replaying in her head like a forbidden melody. Yet, somewhere beneath the pleasure, there was a weight—a question she had been avoiding for too long.
Danish, oblivious to her turmoil, kissed her shoulder again, his hands lazily tracing patterns on her bare back. He looked so content, so at ease, as if he had no doubts about where they stood.
But Kavya did.
She stared at the ceiling, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the sheets, before finally voicing the thought that had been gnawing at her. “Danish…” she murmured hesitantly.
“Hm?” he responded, his voice still thick with sleep.
She swallowed, took a deep breath, and then asked the one question she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the answer to. “What is the future of this… of us?”
Danish stilled. The lazy circles his fingers had been drawing on her skin came to a halt. He didn’t pull away, but she could feel the shift in his body—the sudden tension in his muscles, the way his breathing seemed to slow.
For a few moments, he didn’t say anything. Kavya’s heart pounded in her chest, her anxiety growing with each passing second.
Then, finally, he exhaled, his grip on her tightening just a little. “Kavya… you know this isn’t simple.”
She closed her eyes. She knew.
Rahul. Her husband. The man who trusted her, who had no idea what was happening behind his back.
Danish. Her husband’s best friend. The man who had set her body and soul on fire in ways she had never imagined.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Danish admitted softly, his lips grazing her forehead. “But we have to be realistic.”
Kavya felt her throat tighten. She had expected this answer, but it still hurt. Realistic. That meant there was no real future. No fairytale ending.
She turned her head slightly to look into his eyes, searching for something—hope, reassurance, maybe even a promise. But all she found was the same conflict that mirrored her own.
“I don’t regret this,” Danish said, his voice firm, as if he needed her to believe it. “Not a single moment. But I don’t want to hurt you either.”
Kavya let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. “And what about Rahul?” she whispered.
Danish clenched his jaw, looking away for a second. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t want to betray him, but I—” He stopped himself, as if saying the words out loud would make them even more dangerous.
Kavya felt something inside her break a little. She had thought she could keep this simple, that they could indulge in this secret world without thinking about the consequences. But now, reality was crashing down around her.
There was no easy way out.
Danish cupped her cheek, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Tell me what you want, Kavya. Do you want to stop this?”
Her lips parted, but no words came. Did she?
Her eyes, once hazy with emotions, now held an intensity that made Danish pause. He could see the turmoil in them—the battle she was fighting within herself.
“I’m serious about you, Danish,” she said, her voice firm but laced with vulnerability. She tucked the sheet around her bare body, as if trying to shield herself from the weight of her own words. “I can’t stop thinking about Rahul… about everything we’re doing behind his back.”
Danish exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, watching her intently. “Kavya…” he started, but she cut him off.
“But at the same time,” she continued, her voice cracking slightly, “it’s getting harder for me to imagine my future with him.” She swallowed hard, as if admitting it out loud made it more real. “Every time I think about going back to a normal life with Rahul, I feel… empty. And I hate that I feel this way.”
Danish’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t sure what to say. He had known this was complicated from the start, but hearing Kavya say it so openly made it hit differently.
She looked down at her hands, playing with the edge of the sheet, her fingers trembling slightly. “I don’t know what to do,” she admitted in a whisper. “I don’t want to keep betraying him, but I can’t walk away from you either.”
Danish reached out, gently taking her hand in his. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tightened her grip, as if she was holding on to him like a lifeline.
“We’re in too deep, Kavya,” he murmured. “And I don’t know how to stop.”
Silence hung between them, heavy and suffocating.
Kavya looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “Then tell me,” she said, her voice almost desperate. “What do we do now?”
Danish tightened his grip on Kavya’s hand, his eyes searching hers for an answer neither of them had. The air between them was thick—heavy with the weight of emotions neither of them could fully express.
“I don’t know, Kavya,” Danish finally admitted, his voice low and conflicted. “I don’t have a perfect answer for this.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “All I know is that I can’t pretend this doesn’t mean something.”
Kavya’s chest rose and fell as she took in his words. A part of her had hoped he would say something definitive, something that would clear the storm raging in her mind. But instead, his uncertainty mirrored her own.
She turned away slightly, hugging the sheet closer to her body. “Rahul… he loves me,” she said, almost to herself. “He trusts me. And yet, every moment I spend with you, I feel like I’m stepping further away from the life I had with him.”
Danish exhaled sharply and reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered against her skin, tracing the curve of her jaw. “And do you regret it?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm.
Kavya hesitated. That was the question she had been running from. She should have said yes, should have convinced herself that all of this was a mistake. But when she looked at Danish, when she remembered the way he made her feel—so alive, so wanted—she knew the truth.
“No,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t regret being with you. I regret the circumstances. I regret hurting Rahul. But… not this.”
Danish’s gaze darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. “Then what are we so afraid of?” he murmured, leaning in slightly.
Kavya shook her head. “Because love isn’t just about what we feel in the moment, Danish. It’s about responsibility. Commitments. And I made a vow to someone else.”
Danish clenched his jaw. He knew she was right, yet the thought of stepping away from her now felt impossible.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead, lingering there for a moment. Kavya closed her eyes, allowing herself to soak in the warmth of his touch.
“I don’t want to lose you, Kavya,” he confessed against her skin.
Kavya inhaled sharply. She knew they were reaching a dangerous point, where choices had to be made. But in that moment, all she wanted was to hold onto him a little longer before reality came crashing down.
Kavya asked him “Do you want to spend your life with me?”
Danish looked at her, his expression shifting from surprise to something deeper—something raw and unguarded. Kavya’s words hung in the air like an unanswered question, heavier than anything they had spoken before.
For a moment, silence settled between them. Kavya’s heart pounded as she waited for his answer, afraid of what he might say but even more terrified of what he might not.
Danish exhaled slowly, his fingers tracing absent patterns on her bare shoulder. His voice was steady but filled with hesitation.
“Kavya…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. But…” He looked away briefly before meeting her gaze again. “This isn’t just about us. You have a life with Rahul. A marriage.”
Kavya swallowed hard. “I know,” she whispered. “But that life doesn’t feel real anymore. Not after you.”
Danish clenched his jaw, his grip on her tightening slightly. “I can’t lie to you,” he admitted. “The thought of a future with you—it’s tempting. More than that. It’s something I’ve started to imagine.” His voice dropped lower. “But I don’t know if it’s possible.”
Kavya’s throat tightened. “Why not?”
“Because love isn’t enough, Kavya,” Danish said, his tone filled with frustration. “There’s Rahul, your family, my friendship with him. There’s the world outside this room. And once we step out of this moment… reality is going to hit hard.”
Tears pricked at Kavya’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “So, what are you saying?”
Danish sighed, cupping her face gently. “I’m saying that I want you. More than anything. But if we’re going to do this… we have to be ready for everything that comes with it.”
Kavya stared at him, her mind swirling with emotions—fear, longing, guilt, love. She had asked for an answer, and she had gotten one.
Kavya’s breath hitched as Danish’s words settled deep in her heart. He wasn’t rejecting her, but he wasn’t giving her the dream she desperately wanted either. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown, knowing that one wrong step could shatter everything.
Her fingers trembled as she clutched the sheet around her, feeling suddenly exposed—not just physically, but emotionally. “So, what are we supposed to do now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Danish ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his tense posture. “I don’t know, Kavya,” he admitted. “I just know that I can’t stay away from you. But I also can’t be the reason you destroy everything you’ve built.”
Kavya felt her stomach twist painfully. “Everything I’ve built?” she repeated bitterly. “Danish, do you even realize what my life has become? My marriage is nothing more than a facade. I don’t even feel like Rahul’s wife anymore. Not since you.”
Danish’s jaw tightened. “That’s the part that scares me, Kavya. You’re saying that now, but what if—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply. “What if one day you regret it? What if you wake up and realize you walked away from a stable life for something that was never meant to last?”
Kavya’s heart pounded in her chest. “And what if I never regret it?” she countered, stepping closer to him, forcing him to look at her. “What if being with you is the only thing that has ever felt real to me?”
Danish looked torn, like a man battling his own demons. His fingers curled into fists, his breath uneven as he struggled to respond. But before he could say anything, Kavya’s phone buzzed again.
Rahul.
The name flashed across the screen like a cruel reminder of the life she was supposed to be living.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Danish glanced at the phone and then at her, his eyes dark with emotion. “You should answer that,” he said quietly, stepping back.
Kavya hesitated, her pulse racing. Everything in her screamed to ignore the call—to stay in this room, in this moment, with the man who had turned her world upside down. But reality was knocking, and she knew she couldn’t avoid it forever.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone. “Hello?”
Rahul’s voice came through, warm and oblivious. “Hey love, How are you?”
Kavya’s throat tightened. She turned away from Danish, gripping the phone tighter, trying to steady her voice. “I’m… I’m fine,” she lied.
Danish watched her, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes, she saw the truth they were both too afraid to say out loud.
They were standing at the edge of something dangerous, something irreversible.
Kavya slowly placed the phone down on the nightstand, her fingers lingering on the screen as if she could physically distance herself from the life she had just spoken to. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before turning to face Danish.
He stood there, watching her with an intensity that made her heart race. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something raw, conflicted, desperate.
“I see a future with you, Danish,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
Danish exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Kavya…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if struggling to find the right words. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?”
“I do,” she said, stepping closer. “More than ever.”
He let out a hollow laugh, his jaw tightening. “You’re married, Kavya. To my best friend.”
A pang of guilt stabbed at her chest, but she refused to back down. “And what about what’s happening between us? Does that mean nothing to you?”
Danish’s hands clenched into fists. “Of course, it means something! It means everything,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “But I don’t know if that’s enough.”
Kavya swallowed hard, searching his face. “Enough for what?”
“Enough to destroy everything.” His voice was almost a whisper now, his eyes filled with conflict. “Enough to hurt Rahul like this.”
Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “And what about me?” she asked. “Do you think I can just go back to pretending? That I can wake up every morning next to Rahul and act like my heart doesn’t belong to someone else?”
Danish closed his eyes for a moment, as if in pain. “This is dangerous, Kavya.”
She reached for his hand, gripping it tightly. “So was falling in love with you. But I did.”
His breath hitched, his fingers tightening around hers instinctively. The air between them was thick with tension, heavy with unsaid words, unspoken desires.
A war was raging inside him—one she could see in the way his chest rose and fell, in the way his eyes darkened with need and hesitation all at once.
Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse. “If we do this… there’s no turning back.”
Kavya held his gaze, her heart pounding. “I don’t want to turn back.”
For a moment, neither of them moved. The weight of the decision loomed over them, a point of no return hanging in the air.
Then, in a heartbeat, Danish pulled her against him, his lips crashing onto hers with a desperate, almost punishing intensity—as if he had finally accepted the truth neither of them could deny.

[Astroboy11]

Thanks for the guidance on where the story is heading. Will you be giving updates focused on Kavya and Danish or are you going to bring Rahul back soon?

[xbiilove]

Nice update. Finally everything is coming to an end.

[Projectmp]

Amazing update.

[Rakul1985]

Cheating and Sex us fun, Reality and Responsibilities hit hard.
Now it's clearly that Danish just used her for sex with mixed feelings which he was aware that it's wrong and leads no where.

[John446]

CHAPTER – 47
As the days slipped by, Kavya and Danish fell into a rhythm that felt as natural as it was dangerous.
By day, they carried on with their regular lives—work, gym, and mundane routines. But by night, they belonged to each other, wrapped in sheets, tangled in passion, lost in whispered confessions. The secrecy only made it more thrilling, but with every passing moment, Kavya felt something shifting inside her.
She wanted more.
At first, she told herself it was just the heat of the moment, the intensity of their stolen nights that made her crave something deeper. But now, the thought wouldn’t leave her. She wanted to be part of Danish’s world—not just in the privacy of this apartment, but beyond it.
One evening, after another night spent in each other’s arms, Kavya lay curled up against Danish’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. His fingers lazily traced patterns on her back, a silent rhythm that had become familiar.
“Danish…” she murmured, her voice soft but sure.
He hummed in response, his touch never stopping.
She hesitated for a second before speaking, but she knew she had to say it. “I want to meet your family.”
His fingers stilled for just a second, but that pause spoke louder than words.
“Kavya…” His voice carried a warning, but she wasn’t going to back down.
Lifting her head slightly, she looked at him, determination shining in her eyes. “I’m serious, Danish. I know everything about you, but I’ve never met your family. I want to be part of your life in a real way.”
Danish sighed, rubbing his face as he sat up a little. “You know that’s not a good idea.”
“Why?” she pressed, feeling her heartbeat pick up. “You say you love me. We spend every night together. But when it comes to taking a real step forward, you hesitate.”
He exhaled slowly, his gaze unreadable. “Because it’s complicated, Kavya.”
“But your family doesn’t even know Rahul,” she countered. “It’s not like they’ll see me as his wife. To them, I’ll just be me—Kavya.”
Danish looked at her, his jaw tightening. “That’s not the point. Even if they don’t know Rahul personally, they know I have a best friend, and they know I’m staying at his house while he’s away. If they put the pieces together…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “They’ll never accept this, Kavya.”
Her chest tightened at his words. “Why do you say that? They don’t know about Rahul, they don’t have to know everything right away. I just…” She swallowed, choosing her words carefully. “I just want to feel like we’re not hiding.”
Danish ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his expression. “Kavya, you’re still married.”
She bit her lip, looking away for a moment. The guilt was always there, lingering in the shadows, but it didn’t change how she felt. “I know,” she admitted. “But I don’t feel married, Danish. I don’t feel like Rahul is my future anymore.”
He turned toward her, searching her eyes for something—hesitation, uncertainty, anything that would tell him she wasn’t completely sure about what she was saying. But all he saw was conviction.
“I need time,” he finally said, his voice quiet but firm.
Kavya inhaled sharply, nodding even though her heart ached. She knew he cared for her—his every touch, every kiss told her that much. But was love enough? Would he ever be ready to take the risk she already had?
She lay back beside him, staring at the ceiling. “Okay,” she whispered, but deep down, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.
The weight of uncertainty hung between them, unspoken but ever-present.
Kavya didn’t press Danish further that night, but the question lingered in her heart. She had taken a risk—given herself to him completely, knowing it could change everything. And now, she needed to know if he would do the same.
The next few days passed in a blur of routine. Work, gym, stolen moments together—every night, she found herself in Danish’s arms, their bodies seeking comfort in the only way they knew how. But despite the passion they shared, there was something different now.
Kavya could feel it.
Danish was distant, his usual charm tinged with hesitation. He still held her the same way, still kissed her with the same hunger, but when the night ended and the real world crept back in, something felt off.
One evening, as they lay together in bed, Kavya turned to him, unable to keep her thoughts bottled up any longer. “Danish, what’s going on?”
He looked at her, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”
She propped herself up on one elbow, studying him. “You’ve been acting different since I asked about meeting your family. Did I say something wrong?”
Danish sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that, Kavya. It’s just… this isn’t easy for me either.”
She frowned, her heart sinking. “Then talk to me. I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one thinking about our future.”
Danish turned on his side, facing her. “I do think about it, Kavya. More than you know. But the reality is… you’re still married. Even if your feelings for Rahul have changed, the truth hasn’t.”
Kavya exhaled, frustration bubbling up inside her. “I know that, Danish. And I know it’s not something that can be fixed overnight. But I need to know where we stand. Am I just someone you’re passing time with until Rahul comes back?”
His expression darkened, and he sat up abruptly. “Don’t say that.”
“Then tell me the truth,” she urged, her voice softer now. “Do you see a future with me?”
Danish hesitated for just a moment too long.
That pause—those few seconds of silence—felt like a knife twisting in her chest.
Kavya looked away, blinking back the sting of tears. She wasn’t naive. She knew their situation was complicated. But she had allowed herself to hope. And now, she feared that hope was misplaced.
“Maybe I was wrong to think this could be more,” she whispered, pulling the blanket up around her.
Danish reached for her, his touch warm yet hesitant. “Kavya, it’s not that simple.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself. “It never is.”
The room fell into silence, the weight of their emotions pressing down on them.
Kavya took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she looked at Danish.
“Fine,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I understand that it’s complicated, but at least let me meet them. We don’t have to tell them everything right now… Just say that I’m your friend. Or your girlfriend. Whatever makes it easier.”
Danish let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples. “Kavya, it’s not that simple.”
Her brows furrowed. “Why not? We keep talking about the future, but we’re stuck in the same place. If we really want this to work, we need to start somewhere.”
Danish looked at her, his expression torn between frustration and something deeper—something he wasn’t saying.
“What is it?” she pressed.
After a long pause, he finally spoke. “It’s my family, Kavya. They’re… traditional. Conservative, even. And you—” He exhaled sharply, as if struggling with the words. “You’re *****. I’m '.. That’s not something they’ll just accept.”
Kavya’s breath hitched. She knew interfaith relationships were complicated, but hearing it out loud—knowing that their love might not be enough for his family—made her stomach sink.
“So you’re saying they won’t even consider it?” she asked, her voice softer now.
Danish ran a hand through his hair. “I’m saying they won’t even entertain the idea. It’s not just about us, Kavya. It’s about generations of beliefs, expectations, traditions… You don’t know what it’s like. I can’t just walk in and tell them I’m with you. They’ll never agree.”
Kavya swallowed hard. She had braced herself for hesitation, for fear, but not for this. Not for an outright impossibility.
“But we haven’t even tried,” she said, desperation creeping into her voice. “How do you know unless you talk to them?”
Danish shook his head. “Because I know them, Kavya. My parents have always expected me to marry within our faith. They’ve already spoken to me about proposals, about finding the ‘right girl.’ If I tell them about you, it won’t just be rejection—it’ll be a war.”
Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.
Kavya looked away, blinking back the sting in her eyes. She had fought so hard to be with him, risked everything, and now it felt like she was fighting alone.
“So what now?” she whispered. “Are we just… doomed?”
Danish reached out, cupping her face gently. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I do know I don’t want to lose you.”
Kavya leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that love could be enough.
But for the first time, doubt crept into her heart.
Danish let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process everything Kavya had just said. He looked at her, really looked at her—her eyes held no hesitation, no doubt. She meant every word. She was ready to fight for them, to take whatever risks came their way. But was he?
Kavya reached for his hands, intertwining her fingers with his, grounding him in that moment. Her touch was warm, reassuring. “It’s okay, Danish. I’m with you,” she said, her voice steady. “We’ll figure it out, one step at a time.”
His grip on her hands tightened instinctively. “But Kavya… it’s not just about us. My family… they’re different. They won’t accept this easily.” His voice was laced with concern, his brows furrowed.
She nodded, understanding. “I know. That’s why I’m not asking you to tell them everything right away. Just… let me meet them. As a friend, as your girlfriend—whatever you’re comfortable with. But if we don’t take any step forward, Danish, we’ll just be stuck here. Forever.”
Danish swallowed hard. She was right. As much as he feared his family’s reaction, as much as she dreaded confronting Rahul about a divorce, doing nothing would only keep them trapped in uncertainty. And the thought of losing her because of his own hesitation terrified him more than anything else.
Kavya gently squeezed his hands, drawing his attention back to her. “I know I have to deal with Rahul, and I will. I just need a little more time,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t move forward. Even if it’s just a small step.”
Danish exhaled, his jaw clenching for a moment before he looked into her eyes again. “You’re braver than me,” he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief at how certain she was, how fearless she seemed.
A faint, sad smile touched her lips. “No. I’m just in love with you.”
Something inside him shifted at her words. It was love—not just passion or desire, but something deeper, messier, more terrifying. A love that came with complications, consequences. A love that neither of them had planned for but couldn’t turn away from.
Without thinking, Danish pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace. He held her close, his chin resting on top of her head as he closed his eyes. “Then let’s take the first step,” he whispered, his voice filled with both fear and determination.
Kavya melted into him, her arms wrapping around his waist, her face pressed against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, strong yet slightly erratic, mirroring her own emotions. In that moment, she knew there was no turning back. No matter what lay ahead—Rahul, Danish’s family, society’s judgment—they would face it together.

[Astroboy11]

Good update. Thanks for keeping the story alive.

[Vasanthan]

They should fuck like rabbits in a video call with Rahul and announce to him that his life is fucked up and bring an end to this marriage. Kavya should tell that she like the circumcized dick of Danish more than the tiny lulli of Rahul. Rahul should realize that dick has beaten the love. After all, it is Rahul mistake to keep the married man in house with his wife and he definitely deserve this punishment of divorce. Every woman is loyal to their husband till they get a chance to open their legs to another dick. The problem with Danish is, he is physically strong, but mentally weak.

[veeravaibhav]

Lovely bro. Having used her enough, Danish should now get transferred to another city leaving her carrying his child in her womb.

[momass]

wow ,you comeback with a bang

thanks you bro

these latest update made this story story more interesting

kavya is ready to do anything to marry danish ,but i feel danish is somehow trying to ignoring kavya
and now she is going to do something crazy with her husband for danish

do anything ,just dont make raj a cuck

add more twist and suspense

waiting for next update

[Paty@123]

Don't make Rahul cuckold and Don't humiliate

[AjitKumar]

Don't make Rahul cuckold and Don't  humiliate

Yes. make him die in air crash 

[Rangabaashyam]

I think these two will chalk a plan to murder Rahul framing it as accident and then marry and live in the same house. Nice one.