Adultery Undercover Desires

[Chennai Veeran]

After hanging the phone and started talking to danish, why did she dialed again to rahul. did i read it wrong> or she want to confess herself to him.

[RCF]

After hanging the phone and started talking to danish, why did she dialed again to rahul. did i read it wrong> or she want to confess herself to him.

Thought that was a typo and kept earlier writing by mistake.

[Gitaranjan]

NICE UPDATE

[momass]

we need next big update

[Vishal Ramana]

Very good going

[momass]

Hey, welcome back. Great update. I had been checking on the story periodically and it’s good that you’ve picked up from where you left. I do have a question- how long has Rahul been away for? Is his return imminent or will there be a lot more of f**king before he is back in the picture. This might be spoiler territory but I have to ask - is there going to be a good outcome for Rahul in this story? Feels a bit bad coz most adultery stories here end with the hubby getting the tragic end where he is left discarded. While this may be the case, some good things need to happen for him. Otherwise it’s a sour note

100% agree

[Thangaraasu]

Very nice

[SMOD-P]

Waiting for more ....

[jiivajothii]

Good. Post the climax soon. Things cant be undercover hereafter.

[adangamaru]

Super update bro

[vishuvanathan]

Very well written

[kadhalkirukkan]

Beautiful

[Karthik Ramarajan]

Rahul made a grave mistake allowing another man to stay in the house alone with newly married wife. He deserve this punishment and nothing more.

[Rakul1985]

Rahul made a grave mistake allowing another man to stay in the house alone with newly married wife. He deserve this punishment and nothing more.

Exactly, no one in real life allows that nor stay with friend after marriage.

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[Kamalesh Nathan]

Time to kill the husband and unite the lovers.

[Rakul1985]

Time to kill the husband and unite the lovers.

??
Lovers run away when responsibilities come.

[John446]

CHAPTER – 48
Both Kavya and Danish had made up their minds to take things slowly, step by step, waiting for the right moment to start untangling the complications that surrounded them. They didn’t rush conversations about the future, nor did they force decisions upon each other. Instead, they let things flow naturally, savoring every moment they had together.
During the day, they continued as they always had—sharing meals, watching movies, playfully teasing each other over little things. But once night fell, everything changed. The air between them would grow heavy with unspoken desires, their bodies seeking each other as if making up for the restraint they practiced during the day.
Each night, Danish explored her in new ways, his touch lingering longer, his kisses growing deeper, his need for her becoming more intense. And Kavya surrendered completely, responding to him in ways she never imagined she could. The walls of hesitation were slowly crumbling, and with every passing night, she felt herself drifting further away from the life she once had with Rahul.
But even in those moments of passion, reality lingered in the back of their minds. Danish knew he had to introduce her to his family someday, and Kavya knew she had to confront Rahul about their marriage. The thought of it sent a chill down her spine, but in Danish’s arms, she found solace—found strength.
She told herself they had time. That for now, it was okay to simply exist in this bubble they had created, to love each other without worrying about what lay ahead.
As the soft rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere, Kavya and Danish lay in each other’s arms, content and relaxed. The weekend had been an escape for both of them, a time to unwind from the hectic routine of their lives. The weight of the world seemed to disappear in these quiet moments together, their connection deepening with each passing day.
The silence between them was comforting, broken only by the occasional rustle of the sheets and the rhythmic sound of their breathing. Kavya snuggled closer into Danish's chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Her hand gently traced circles on his arm, a gesture that had become a familiar comfort for her.
Suddenly, Danish’s phone rang, piercing the calm. The ringtone was familiar—his father’s calling. Kavya glanced at the phone, watching Danish’s expression change slightly as he picked it up.
“Hello, Dad,” Danish answered, his voice steady but with a hint of caution. He adjusted his position slightly, moving away from Kavya to speak in a more private tone, though she could still hear his father’s voice faintly on the other end of the line.
Kavya’s curiosity piqued as she listened to the conversation. She could only make out bits of the conversation, but she could tell it was about family matters. The mention of his elder brother's marriage caught her attention. The excitement in his father’s voice was palpable, and Danish’s responses were polite, but there was something unreadable in his tone. He nodded a few times and then responded, “Okay, I’ll be there, Dad.”
The conversation ended a moment later, and Danish looked back at Kavya, his face thoughtful but still calm. He set the phone down on the side table and turned toward her, a slight frown on his face.
“That was my father,” Danish said, breaking the brief silence. “He was telling me that my elder brother’s marriage is officially fixed. The wedding preparations are starting soon. I’m expected to be there for the engagement ceremony.”
Kavya listened intently, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of emotion. She had always known how important his family was to him, and it was clear from the conversation that this was a significant event. But as the words sunk in, a realization hit her—this could be the perfect moment to take their relationship to the next step.
She paused for a moment, her heart beating a little faster as she considered her next words carefully. “Don’t you think it’s the right time for me to meet your family?” she asked, her voice soft but steady. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of hesitation.
Danish blinked, clearly taken aback by her suggestion. He wasn’t sure he was ready for this. The idea of introducing Kavya to his family was complicated, especially given the circumstances. His family, particularly his conservative parents, would not understand his relationship with her. He wasn’t sure how they would react, and the thought of navigating that made him anxious.
He hesitated for a moment, glancing at her. “I’m not sure, Kavya,” he said, his voice unsure. “It’s a big step, you know? My family’s not exactly open-minded when it comes to... things like this.” His gaze shifted to the side, lost in thought.
Kavya sat up, her eyes filled with determination. “I understand, Danish. But we’ve been talking about taking things forward. If we keep waiting for the perfect time, it might never come. This could be the best opportunity for us to start moving in that direction.”
She reached out, placing a hand gently on his chest, her touch reassuring. “You don’t have to tell them everything about me right away. We can take it one step at a time. You can say I’m just your friend, or maybe someone you’re getting to know. But at least this way, we’ll be making progress.”
Danish looked at her, conflicted. He had always been protective of his family, and introducing someone like Kavya would be difficult for them to accept. But as he looked into her eyes, he realized she was right. If they kept waiting for the perfect moment, they would remain stuck in the same place. Perhaps this was the time to take a leap, to see how things would unfold, and to start facing the challenges that came with their relationship.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay,” he said, his voice quiet but resolute. “Let’s do it. We’ll go together, and we’ll figure it out. But remember, you’ll be introduced as my friend, not as something more for now. My family doesn’t know about... us.”
Kavya nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. She was nervous, yes, but the excitement of taking a step forward with Danish overwhelmed her. “I understand,” she said. “We’ll take it slow, step by step. But I’m ready for this. I want to be a part of your world.”
Danish nodded, still feeling a mix of apprehension and hope. “Alright, then. Let’s see how it goes.”
The weight of the decision hung in the air, but they both knew that whatever happened, they had taken a step toward something bigger. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.
As the days passed, the reality of Danish’s brother’s wedding became more significant for both Kavya and Danish. The wedding was happening in just a month, and his family had already begun the elaborate preparations. It was going to be a grand event with all the traditional '. wedding functions—Mehendi, Sangeet, Nikah, and Walima. Danish was expected to play a vital role in all the ceremonies as the younger brother of the groom.
For Kavya, this was more than just attending a wedding; it was the first time she would be meeting Danish’s family. Though they had decided she would be introduced only as a friend, it still felt like a major step in their relationship. She wanted to make a good impression and avoid any suspicion, so she started learning about the traditions of a '. wedding. She asked Danish about the customs, the rituals, and even the dress code so she wouldn’t feel out of place.
One evening, as they sat together on the balcony, Danish leaned back on his chair, scrolling through his phone. He glanced at Kavya, who was lost in thought, before turning the screen toward her.
"Here, let me show you my family," he said, pulling up a few pictures. "This is my elder brother, Faizan. He’s the one getting married." He pointed to a man with a warm smile, dressed in a formal suit.
Kavya studied the picture closely. "He looks nice. Do you both look alike?" she asked with a playful smirk.
Danish chuckled. "Not at all. Faizan is more responsible, more composed. He’s always been the one setting an example. And this—" he swiped to another picture—"is my younger sister, Aisha. She’s the princess of the house."
Kavya smiled at the sight of a young woman in a pastel-colored dress, her eyes filled with mischief. "She looks adorable."
"She is," Danish nodded. "And super pampered. She gets away with anything in the house."
Kavya sighed as she leaned back against the chair. "Your family looks so warm and happy."
Danish placed his hand over hers and squeezed it gently. "They are. But that’s exactly why this isn’t going to be easy, Kavya. They are conservative. They don’t believe in interfaith relationships. And if they find out you’re married to someone else… it’ll make things even worse."
Kavya took a deep breath and nodded. "I know, Danish. But we’ve decided to take things one step at a time, right? For now, I’m just your friend attending a wedding. Nothing more, nothing less."
Danish sighed. "I just don’t want them to get attached to you only to realize later that we can’t be together because of all the obstacles in our way."
Kavya turned to face him, her expression firm. "We’ll deal with it when the time comes. If we don’t take any steps, we’ll be stuck in the same place forever. I’m willing to take that risk if you are."
Danish held her gaze for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Let’s do this."
The Next Challenge: Informing Rahul
While Danish was preparing to introduce Kavya to his family, Kavya had another challenge to handle—informing Rahul, her husband, about her absence for two weeks. She needed an excuse, something convincing that wouldn’t raise any suspicion.
That night, she sat on the bed, her phone in her hand, staring at the screen as she debated what to say. When Rahul’s name flashed on the display, she took a deep breath before answering.
"Hey, Rahul!" she greeted, trying to keep her voice light.
"Hey, babe! How are you?" Rahul’s voice came through, warm and affectionate.
"I’m good," she replied, forcing a smile. "How’s work?"
"Busy as always," he chuckled. "I barely get time to breathe. What about you?"
Kavya hesitated for a second before carefully choosing her words. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."
Rahul’s tone shifted slightly. "Yeah? What is it?"
"One of my close friends is getting married, and I’ve been invited to her wedding," she explained. "It’s a big celebration, and I’ll be there for two weeks. So I might not be able to talk to you daily."
Rahul was silent for a moment. "Two weeks? That’s quite long. Who’s the friend?"
Kavya had anticipated this question. "You don’t know her. She’s from my college days, but we stayed in touch. It’s a destination wedding, so I’ll be a bit occupied with all the functions and travel."
Rahul let out a sigh. "I see… Well, I’ll miss talking to you, but I understand. Have fun, okay? And send me pictures if you can."
Kavya’s stomach twisted at his words, but she maintained her composure. "Of course, I will."
After the call ended, she put her phone down and closed her eyes for a moment. The weight of her deception was heavy, but she reminded herself why she was doing this. She had made her choice, and there was no turning back.
From across the room, Danish observed her carefully before walking over. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
She turned to him and gave a small nod. "Yeah. I just told Rahul about my ‘friend’s wedding.’ He didn’t suspect anything."
Danish exhaled, relief visible on his face. "That’s good."
Kavya looked at him with determination in her eyes. "Now, we focus on the wedding. I want to do this right, Danish."
He took her hand and squeezed it. "We will."
The Next Step: Preparing for the Wedding
With everything set in motion, Kavya and Danish now shifted their focus to the wedding preparations. Danish helped Kavya pick out outfits that would be appropriate for the ceremonies—elegant salwar suits for Mehendi and Sangeet, a beautiful saree for the Walima, and a traditional yet simple Anarkali for the Nikah.
Danish’s family still didn’t know anything about her except that she was coming as his friend. They both rehearsed how she would introduce herself and what she would say if someone asked about her background.
One night, as they sat together finalizing the travel plans, Danish looked at her seriously. "Kavya, are you sure about this? There’s no turning back once you meet my family. They’ll start asking questions, and eventually, we’ll have to face reality."
Kavya reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "I’m sure, Danish. I know this won’t be easy, but I want to do this. For us."
Danish sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. Let’s do this."
And with that, they both prepared to take the next step in their journey—a step that could either bring them closer or make things even more complicated than they already were.
The Journey to Danish’s Home
The day had finally arrived. Danish and Kavya were all set to travel to his hometown for his brother Faizan’s wedding. The entire journey was a mix of excitement and anxiety for both of them. For Danish, it was the nervousness of introducing Kavya to his conservative family, even if only as a friend. For Kavya, it was the weight of taking this step into his world, knowing deep down that she was still married to Rahul.
They had booked train tickets for the overnight journey, opting for a private coupe in the first-class AC coach to ensure some privacy. As the train whistled and began its slow movement from the platform, Kavya leaned back against the window, exhaling deeply.
"Are you nervous?" Danish asked, placing his hand over hers.
She turned her gaze to him, a small smile playing on her lips. "A little. More excited, though. This is the first step toward something real, isn’t it?"
Danish nodded but remained silent. He was happy to have her with him, but he knew the battle ahead wouldn’t be easy. His family had strict beliefs, and bringing someone like Kavya into their world—even as a friend—felt like testing the limits of fate.
As the night progressed, they spoke about everything—his childhood memories, his family’s traditions, the wedding functions, and what to expect. Kavya listened intently, absorbing every detail.
"I just don’t want them to feel uncomfortable with me," she admitted. "I want to be as respectful as possible."
Danish cupped her face gently, his thumb tracing her cheek. "You’ll be fine. Just be yourself. They’ll like you."
She leaned into his touch, drawing comfort from it.
The train rocked gently as it sped through the countryside, and after hours of talking and planning, they finally drifted into sleep, knowing that the next day would be the beginning of a new chapter in their story.
Arriving at Danish’s Home
The train pulled into Hyderabad’s bustling railway station early in the morning. The scent of freshly brewed chai, bakery biscuits, and the distant call of azaan filled the air.
Waiting on the platform were Danish’s younger sister, Aisha, and his cousin, Sameer.
Danish stepped forward, hugging Aisha first. “You’ve grown up,” he teased.
“Oh, please. You just don’t visit often,” Aisha shot back with a playful pout.
Sameer clapped Danish on the back. “Welcome back, bhai! And this must be Kavya?”
Kavya smiled warmly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you.”
“You’re in for a treat,” Sameer grinned. “Wedding season in Hyderabad is something else!”
As they walked out of the station, Kavya took in the historic buildings, the crowded streets filled with rickshaws and vendors, and the rich culture surrounding her. It was different from Mumbai, yet there was something warm and welcoming about it.
They drove to Danish’s home, a traditional two-story house in the old city, with intricate wooden doors and a beautiful courtyard. As soon as they stepped in, an older woman—Danish’s aunt—welcomed them.
"Come in, come in! Danish, you’ve become so thin! Do they not feed you in Mumbai?" she scolded, pulling him into a warm hug.
Danish chuckled. "I eat just fine, Phulppo."
Then she turned to Kavya, giving her an inquisitive look. "And this must be your friend?"
Kavya folded her hands in respect. "As-salamu alaykum, Aunty. I’m Kavya. It’s lovely to meet you."
His aunt nodded approvingly. "Acha ladki lagti hai (She seems like a nice girl)."
Aisha pulled Kavya inside excitedly. "Come, I’ll show you your room!"

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The Truth Kavya Never Knew
As Kavya settled into the guest room, she noticed Danish standing near the window, lost in thought.
She walked up to him and placed a hand on his arm. "Hey, you’ve been quiet since we got here. What’s wrong?"
Danish hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
"There’s something I never told you," he admitted.
Kavya frowned slightly. "What is it?"
He took a deep breath. "My mother... she passed away when I was in my teens."
Kavya’s heart sank. "Oh my God, Danish... I had no idea."
"I never told you because... I never talk about it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s been years, but coming back here always brings it all back."
Kavya reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you."
Danish nodded, his gaze fixed outside the window. "She was the glue that held our family together. After she was gone, things changed. My father became more strict, more traditional. Aisha was still a kid, and I had to grow up fast."
Kavya cupped his face gently. "You don’t have to carry this alone anymore, Danish. I’m here for you."
He exhaled, as if letting go of something he had held in for too long. "Thank you, Kavya."
She smiled softly. "Always."
For the first time since they arrived, Danish looked at her with warmth, and Kavya knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
 
Preparing for the Wedding: A New Challenge
Over the next few days, Kavya and Danish got caught up in the hustle and bustle of wedding preparations. The house was filled with relatives, music, and laughter.
One evening, as Kavya sat with Aisha, helping her arrange bangles for the mehendi ceremony, she finally voiced the thought that had been on her mind.
“Aisha, do you think your family would ever accept a non-'. girl for Danish?”
Aisha looked up, surprised. “Why do you ask?”
Kavya hesitated. “Just curious.”
Aisha sighed. “Honestly? It would be difficult. My father is very particular about traditions. Even my brother’s wedding was arranged within our community. But… I’ve never seen Danish bhai bring any girl home before. If he ever did, she must be special.”
Kavya felt a pang of emotions. She was that girl—but no one knew it yet.
The First Meeting: Face to Face with Danish’s Father :
The air in Hyderabad was thick with the fragrance of freshly brewed chai and the distant echoes of wedding preparations. The grand haveli-style house stood proudly, its intricate wooden carvings and white marble floors bearing witness to decades of tradition. Kavya, dressed in a pastel salwar suit, sat on the plush sofa in the drawing room, her fingers absentmindedly smoothing out the creases in her dupatta. Her heart pounded louder with every passing second.
And then, the atmosphere around her seemed to shift.
A tall, broad-shouldered man entered the room, and Kavya instantly felt his presence before even looking up. There was an air of quiet power around him, a kind of unshakable confidence that didn’t demand attention but naturally commanded it. His steps were slow and deliberate, like a man who never needed to rush for anything in life.
When she finally lifted her gaze, her breath hitched for a second.
Feroz Khan was nothing like what she had imagined.
For a man in his sixties, he didn’t look a day over fifty. His dusky complexion carried an effortless glow, his sharp jawline was accentuated by a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard, and his hair—though mostly gray—was combed back with an elegance that only came with age. But it was his eyes that struck her the most. Deep-set and piercing, they held a certain authority—a gaze that could read a person’s soul in mere seconds.
There was something about him… something magnetic.
Kavya had met men who were charming, men who were attractive, but Feroz Khan’s presence was different. It wasn’t just his looks or his personality—it was the aura of a man who had lived through storms and still stood unshaken. He carried himself like someone who had seen love, loss, betrayal, and triumph, and had learned to mask every emotion behind a calm, unreadable exterior.
She swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how small she felt under his gaze.
Danish, who had been standing beside her, stepped forward, touching his father’s feet in a respectful salaam.
"Abbu… Aap kaise hain?" Danish spoke in a careful tone.
Feroz Khan placed a firm hand on his son’s shoulder, his voice deep and steady.
"Zinda hoon. Bas yahi kaafi hai." (I am alive. That is enough.)
Then, his eyes shifted toward her.
The room fell silent as Kavya felt the full intensity of his gaze on her.
It wasn’t an openly judgmental look, nor was it welcoming. It was a gaze that assessed, measured, weighed every detail about her in mere moments.
"Aapka shauk hai shaadi dekhne ka?" (Do you enjoy attending weddings?)
His voice was smooth yet firm, carrying a weight that made even casual words sound serious.
For a second, Kavya felt nervous, almost intimidated. But then, she took a slow breath, grounding herself. She couldn’t let this man’s overpowering presence shake her.
With a polite yet confident smile, she folded her hands in a respectful greeting.
"Main pyaar aur rishton ki ehmiyat samajhti hoon, Uncle. Shaadi ek khoobsurat rishta hai jo do logon ko sirf ek rasm ke zariye nahi, balki ek samajh aur izzat ke saath jodta hai." (I understand the importance of love and relationships. Marriage is a beautiful bond that connects two people not just through rituals, but through understanding and respect.)
A flicker of surprise passed across Feroz Khan’s face.
He hadn’t expected her to answer with such confidence.
For the first time since entering the room, he slightly raised an eyebrow, as if reassessing his first impression of her.
But instead of responding, he simply hummed in acknowledgment and turned to his sister, Danish’s phuppo.
"Chalo, dekhein tayyariyan kaisi hain." (Come, let’s see how the preparations are going.)
Without another word, he walked past them, disappearing into the crowd of relatives.
Kavya let out the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
Danish turned to her, concern flashing in his eyes.
"Tum theek ho?" (Are you okay?)
She nodded slowly, but her mind was still spinning.
"Tumne kabhi bataya nahi tha ke tumhare abbu itne… powerful personality wale hain." (You never told me your father had such a powerful personality.)
Danish chuckled nervously.
"Agar pehle batata toh bhaag nahi jaati?" (If I had told you earlier, would you have run away?)
Kavya smirked, regaining her composure.
"Shayad." (Maybe.)
But deep down, she knew one thing for sure—this man wasn’t going to be easy to convince.
And the real challenge had just begun.

[Astroboy11]

“The weight of her deception was heavy”. Very apt words there. It’s clear where the story is headed but it will be fun to watch as events unfold. Is anyone else reading the story raging at Rahul’s fate? It’s weird that I’m interested in this character considering he’s someone who hasn’t really been a part of the bulk or erotic segment of the story.

[sexycharan]

First impression is the best impression. She has done it. But, Rahul being Danish close friend would have invited his family to his wedding. Surprising that these people dunno kavya. Are they really friends??