Adultery Undercover Desires

[Yesudoss]

Cant wait to read the next moves.

[Malfunction@098]

How to upload photos in story

[John446]

CHAPTER – 51


Back in Mumbai, the atmosphere between Kavya and Danish had shifted. The bright excitement they once carried with them — the laughter, the plans, the dreams of a shared future — now felt muted under the weight of disappointment. The train ride home had been mostly silent, both lost in thought, glancing at each other but saying little.
Once they stepped into the apartment, Kavya walked into the bedroom without saying a word. Danish dropped the bags near the sofa and followed her. She stood at the window, arms folded, eyes watching the cityscape, but her mind was still in Hyderabad — still replaying the moment Feroz Khan’s expression had turned cold the night she confessed everything.
“I really thought we could change his mind,” she whispered, her voice brittle.
Danish came closer but didn’t touch her. “I did too,” he said. “But I should’ve known better. My father… he’s a man of conviction. His beliefs… they run deep.”
Kavya turned to face him, tears beginning to form. “He didn’t even ask me why. Or how it happened. Just heard ‘married’ and ‘*****’ and closed the door.”
Danish lowered his head. “I should’ve prepared him more. I shouldn’t have let you face him like that alone.”
Kavya placed a hand on his chest. “You didn’t let me. I chose to. Because I believed in us.”
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of a car horn from the street below. Danish pulled her into his arms, and for the first time since they returned, she let herself cry freely — not just from sadness, but from the overwhelming uncertainty.
They both knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. But what hurt most wasn’t rejection — it was the limbo they found themselves in. Kavya had risked everything to be with Danish. Now, she wondered if that love would be strong enough to stand without acceptance from the one man whose blessing they needed most.
In the days that followed their return to Mumbai, Kavya and Danish tried to fall back into their routine — gym in the mornings, work during the day, shared meals in the evening. But everything felt… off. The rhythm was broken. Conversations were shorter, smiles were thinner, and the silence that once felt comfortable had become heavy with things unsaid.
One evening, Danish returned home to find Kavya sitting on the balcony, wrapped in a shawl despite the warm breeze. Her laptop sat closed beside her, untouched for hours. She was staring at the distant skyline, her expression distant.
He quietly pulled a chair beside her.
"You haven't spoken much since we got back," he said gently.
She looked at him, then turned away. "I'm trying to figure out what's next, Danish. I left everything behind for this… for us. And now, I don’t know if we’re stuck or moving backward."
Danish leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You’re not alone in this. I’m thinking about it too — every hour.”
“Then tell me,” she said, her voice rising slightly. “What are we doing? Are we waiting for your father to magically change his mind? Or are we going to make a life without his approval?”
Danish sighed. “It’s not easy for me to go against him. You know what he means to me. After Mom died, he was everything.”
Kavya reached for his hand. “And what about me? I’ve burned bridges, Danish. I’m hanging by one thread — you. Don’t make me feel like I chose wrong.”
He looked at her, eyes softening. “You didn’t choose wrong. You chose love. And so did I.”
She breathed in shakily. “Then maybe it’s time we stop waiting.”
Danish paused, then nodded slowly. “You’re right. If we keep hoping someone else will shape our future, we’ll never live it.”
There was a long silence between them — but this time, it was different. It was the calm that comes after a storm. A quiet decision being made.
After few days, Kavya was sitting on the edge of the bed, still shaken by the reality that stood in front of them like a wall—high, heavy, and cold. Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked at the hem of her kurti, lost in her thoughts. Danish paced quietly in front of her, running a hand through his hair, then finally stopped and turned toward her with resolve in his eyes.
“Kavya,” he said gently, “I’ve been thinking… Let me try talking to my father one last time.”
She looked up at him, surprised.
“I know it’s not going to be easy,” he continued, sitting next to her. “But I’m his only son. He loves me. Deep down, I believe he just needs time to understand. I owe it to both of us to try one more time.”
Kavya's lips parted, unsure if it was hope or anxiety rising in her chest. “You think he’ll even listen?”
Danish nodded. “He’s angry now—shocked, maybe. But I’ll talk to him when things are calmer. Not about religion. Not about the past. Just about us. About what I feel. What you mean to me.”
Kavya felt a small flicker of hope light up inside her.
“But,” Danish added, turning to face her squarely, “I can’t be the only one fighting, Kavya. You need to talk to Rahul. And your parents.”
Her breath caught.
“I know it scares you,” he said gently, “but you can’t keep hiding. Every day you wait, it becomes harder. It’s not just about being with me—it’s about being honest with yourself, too.”
Kavya lowered her eyes, her thoughts spiraling.
“I... I’ll try,” she said quietly. “But you know my parents. And Rahul—he’s in a different world right now, thinking everything is fine.”
“I’ll be with you through all of it,” Danish promised. “But we can’t build anything lasting on a lie, Kavya. If we want a future, it has to start with truth.”
After a week Danish went to Hyderabad to talk to his father one last time.
The train rolled into Hyderabad late in the evening. Danish stepped out with a sense of heaviness he couldn’t shake. The familiar air of the city didn’t feel like home anymore—it felt like a battlefield where he was about to fight for the woman he loved.
He reached the house around 8 PM. Danish sat in the living room of their Hyderabad home, sipping tea silently. The clock ticked past 9 PM. His father, Feroz Khan, had just returned from a neighborhood gathering and was settling into his usual spot on the veranda, a newspaper tucked under his arm.
Danish (nervously):
"Abbu, thodi der baat kar sakte hain?"
(Dad, can we talk for a bit?)
Feroz (looking at him calmly):
"Haan, bolo. Sab theek hai?"
(Yes, tell me. Everything okay?)
Danish hesitated for a moment, then sat forward.
Danish:
"Main Kavya ke baare mein baat karna chahta hoon... poori sachchai ke saath."
(I want to talk to you about Kavya... with complete honesty.)
Feroz raised an eyebrow, giving a small nod. Danish continued.
Danish:
"Abbu, main Kavya se pyaar karta hoon. Hum Mumbai mein kaafi waqt se saath reh rahe hain. Lekin baat itni seedhi nahi hai..."
(Dad, I’m in love with Kavya. We’ve been living together in Mumbai for a while. But it’s not that simple...)
Feroz now looked more alert. He sat upright, his tone steady.
Feroz:
"Seedhi nahi hai matlab?"
(What do you mean it’s not simple?)
Danish (lowering his voice):
"Woh pehle se shaadi-shuda hai... Rahul naam hai uske pati ka. Lekin unka rishta bas naam ka hai. Woh dono emotionally alag ho chuke hain. Kavya ab divorce lena chahti hai."
(She’s already married… her husband’s name is Rahul. But their relationship is only in name now. They’ve grown apart emotionally, and she wants a divorce.)
Feroz’s face remained unreadable, but his silence grew heavier.
Feroz:
"Danish… tum samajhte ho na yeh kitna mushkil hai? Tum ek '. ladke ho. Woh ***** ***** hai… aur shaadi-shuda bhi."
(Danish… you do realize how difficult this is? You’re a '. man. She’s a ***** *****… and already married.)
Danish:
"Main samajhta hoon, Abbu. Har angle se mushkil hai. Par main jhoot bolkar ya chhupakar nahi chalna chahta. Kavya ke saath rehna chahta hoon, lekin aapke bina nahi."
(I do understand, Dad. It’s complicated from every angle. But I don’t want to lie or hide things. I want to be with Kavya, but not without your support.)
Feroz sighed, placing the newspaper beside him.
Feroz:
"Uske maa-baap kya jaante hain? Uska pati jaanta hai tum dono ke baare mein?"
(Do her parents know? Does her husband know about the two of you?)
Danish:
"Nahi... abhi tak nahi. Woh bhi dar rahi hai batane se. Main usse keh raha hoon ki sabko sach bataye. Aur ab main aapse keh raha hoon."
(No… not yet. She’s also scared to say anything. I’ve told her she should tell the truth. And now, I’m being honest with you.)
Feroz (quietly):
"Beta, main tumhara dard samajhta hoon. Par mujhe waqt chahiye. Is faisle ke peeche sirf pyaar nahi, zimmedari bhi hoti hai."
(Son, I understand your feelings. But I need time. This decision isn’t just about love—it's about responsibility too.)
Danish nodded, visibly emotional but respectful.
Danish:
"Main samajhta hoon, Abbu. Main sirf yeh chahta hoon ki aap ek baar Kavya ko bina kisi bias ke dekhein. Sirf ek insaan ke roop mein."
(I understand, Dad. I just want you to see Kavya once—without any bias. Just as a person.)
Feroz looked at him for a long moment. Then, with a softer tone:
Feroz:
"Main sochunga, Danish. Tumhara beta hone ka matlab yeh nahi ki main har baat se sehmat ho jaun. Par main tumse pyar karta hoon, aur yeh baat main bhool nahi sakta."
(I’ll think about it, Danish. Being your father doesn’t mean I’ll agree with everything. But I love you, and I can’t forget that.)
Danish had stayed in Hyderabad for nearly a week now. Every day, he found himself in quiet moments with his father, trying to gently nudge the conversation toward Kavya. Feroz Khan remained distant on the topic—cordial, but unreadable.
On the final evening before his return to Mumbai, Danish finally gathered the courage to have the conversation again.
They were sitting in the backyard, under the soft yellow light of the veranda. The sky was dusky, birds returning to their nests, and the sound of evening prayers echoing faintly from the mosque nearby.
Danish exhaled and began, this time without holding back.
Danish:
“Main Kavya se mohabbat karta hoon. Ye koi aaj ya kal ka nahi hai, maine waqt ke saath is rishte ko samjha hai, mehsoos kiya hai. Main usse shaadi karna chahta hoon.”
(I love Kavya. This isn’t something recent—over time I’ve understood and felt this relationship deeply. I want to marry her.)
Feroz didn’t react at first. He stared ahead, then slowly turned to face his son.
There was a long silence. Feroz Khan, a man of composure and few words, stood up and paced slowly.
Feroz:
“Tum jaante ho main tumse kitni mohabbat karta hoon, Danish. Tum mere akhri sahare ho. Par main kisi bhi haal mein apne usoolon ko nahi tod sakta.”
(You know how much I love you, Danish. You are my last support. But I cannot break my principles under any circumstance.)
Danish lowered his head, his chest heavy.
Danish:
“Toh kya meri khushi bhi aapke usoolon se kam hai?”
(Then is my happiness less important than your principles?)
Feroz looked into his son’s eyes. There was pain in both.
Feroz (after a pause):
“Main tumhari khushi ke khilaf nahi hoon. Par agar tum chahte ho ke main iss rishte ko apni dua doon… toh ek shart hai.”
(I’m not against your happiness. But if you want me to give my blessings to this relationship… then there is one condition.)
Danish straightened, his eyes searching his father’s.
Feroz:
“Kavya ko ., qubool karna hoga. Usse hamare deen, hamare riwazon ko apnana hoga. Sirf tab main iss rishte ko qabool kar sakta hoon.”
(Kavya must accept .,. She must embrace our faith, our traditions. Only then can I accept this relationship.)
The words hit Danish hard. He didn’t reply immediately. He stood still, thinking about what this meant for Kavya, for them both. He knew Kavya would not take such a decision lightly, but he also understood his father’s world.
Feroz (softening his tone):
“Main tumse tumhari mohabbat cheenne nahi chahata. Par agar woh ladki tumse sach mein mohabbat karti hai, toh woh samjhegi is faisle ki ahmiyat.”
(I don’t want to take your love away from you. But if that girl truly loves you, she will understand the importance of this decision.)
Danish nodded slowly, the weight of his father’s words pressing on his shoulders.

[Astroboy11]

Thanks for the update. I think Feroz’s demand is an important and the correct step for this story to proceed. There have been readers discussing this as a possibility and you including that in the story gives it a realistic depth and acknowledges the mess that the situation is. Nice going and can’t wait for the next chapter.

[opheliyaa]

Super update. She has convert and embrace his religion. At last as expected - love jihad.

[momass]

i hope this time ,you wouldnt go out and will complete this story

now i dont feel connected to story ,have to read it again

#justiceforrahul

[John446]

i hope this time ,you wouldnt go out and will complete this story

now i dont feel connected to story ,have to read it again

#justiceforrahul

Really sorry about the late update, but it was an important work and i am trying my best to give updates as soon as possible.

[John446]

CHAPTER – 52


Scene: Danish Returns to Mumbai

The train gently pulled into Mumbai Central, its wheels screeching softly against the tracks. Danish stepped off with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a mind weighed down with thoughts heavier than his luggage.
As he walked through the familiar, bustling station—vendors shouting, porters hustling, and people moving in every direction—his heart felt oddly still.
It had been a long week in Hyderabad, filled with tense conversations, emotional silences, and heartfelt pleas. He had finally done what he promised Kavya—he had stood before his father, vulnerable and firm, fighting for the woman he loved.
And he had succeeded. Partially.
Feroz Khan, the pillar of traditional values and unwavering beliefs, had agreed to bless their relationship. But with a condition—a significant one.

"Kavya should accept .,."

The words echoed in Danish’s mind as he got into a cab headed home. He stared out the window, watching the chaotic city pass him by, yet none of it registering in his mind. There was happiness, of course. His father had not turned his back on him. That meant everything. But there was also fear—fear of how Kavya would respond to the condition.
She had never spoken of religion as a boundary. In fact, they had avoided that conversation altogether, lost in their world of emotion, attraction, and comfort. But now, that conversation was no longer avoidable. It was right at their doorstep.
As the cab turned into the lane of their apartment, Danish took a deep breath. He could already imagine her waiting—nervous, hopeful, probably counting the minutes until his return.
And he wasn’t wrong.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw her standing by the main door, her hair tied up casually, wearing a loose t-shirt and pajama pants. Her face lit up when she saw him.

Kavya (smiling, rushing toward him):
“Finally! You’re back… I’ve been waiting since morning!”
She wrapped her arms around him, and for a few seconds, Danish closed his eyes and held her tight—grateful, yet anxious.

Kavya (pulling back slightly):
“So? What happened? Did he… agree?”
Danish looked at her—those eyes filled with hope—and gave a soft nod.

Danish (gently):
“He did, Kavya. He said yes.”
Kavya’s face lit up in pure joy. She stepped back in surprise, covering her mouth.

Kavya:
“Wait… really? Oh my God, Danish! I can’t believe it!”
She hugged him again, tighter this time. But Danish didn’t respond immediately.
Kavya noticed the hesitation in his silence. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.

Kavya (more softly):
“But…? What’s wrong?”
Danish sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and gestured toward the sofa.

Danish:
“Let’s sit. There’s something else.”
They sat side by side, and Danish turned to face her.

Danish (calmly):
“My father agreed… but with one condition.”
Kavya’s smile began to fade.

Danish:
“He said… if we want his blessing, you need to accept .,.”
A long silence followed. Kavya blinked, processing his words. She didn’t speak for a few moments.

Kavya (quietly):
“Oh.”
Danish quickly reached for her hand.

Danish:
“I know it’s not something you ever expected. And I’m not asking you to decide right now. I just… I want you to know everything. I promised him I’d tell you, and I promised you that I’d be honest. You matter to me. This decision—it’s yours.”
Kavya looked down, her mind running in every direction. So many thoughts—about her own beliefs, about her parents, about the life she was imagining with Danish.
She didn’t respond yet. And that was okay. Because some decisions took time.
Danish sat quietly beside her, holding her hand, giving her the space she needed.
Kavya sat still on the couch, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap. Her mind was spinning, her heartbeat picking up pace. The excitement she'd felt only minutes ago had vanished like a wave pulling back into the ocean.
Danish was watching her closely—his face calm, but his eyes carried concern.

Danish (gently):
“Kavya, listen to me... you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I know what my father said—but I also told him... if you say no, I’ll still be with you. We’ll still move forward, together.”
Kavya slowly turned to face him. Her eyes were glossy, not with tears, but with the weight of the choice now resting on her shoulders.

Kavya (quietly):
“I didn’t expect this, Danish... I thought when you came back, everything would feel lighter, like we were finally moving forward. But now...”
She trailed off, struggling to find words.

Danish:
“I know. It’s a lot. But you don’t have to give me an answer right now.”

Kavya:
“It’s not just about the answer… It’s about what it means. For me, for my family. I haven’t even told them about you. They don’t even know I’m not living the life they think I am. And now... if I even think about changing my religion... Danish, they’ll be devastated.”
Danish reached out and placed his hand gently over hers.

Danish:
“I’m not asking you to change who you are. I’m just telling you what my father said. But that doesn’t define our future. I love you. And if we have to live without his blessing, we’ll still find a way.”
Kavya looked at him, unsure if that comforted her or scared her more. She felt torn—between the man who made her feel alive, and the world she had grown up in, full of boundaries she had never imagined crossing.

Kavya (softly):
“I need time… to think. To breathe. I never imagined love would come with so many decisions.”
Danish nodded.

Danish:
“Take all the time you need. I’m with you. No pressure. No expectations. Just... us. One step at a time, remember?”
She gave him a weak smile, grateful for his understanding, but the knot in her stomach didn’t ease.
As the night stretched on, they sat together in silence. No more words were needed—for now.
Kavya’s heart was full, but her mind was clouded. The next few days would demand clarity, strength, and courage she hadn’t yet known she possessed.

Scene: Kavya’s Crossroads – The Decision

The evening sun cast long shadows across the living room. Kavya sat alone by the window, the soft hum of city life drifting up from the streets below. In her hands, she held her phone, but she wasn’t looking at it. Her eyes were vacant, lost in the farthest corners of her thoughts.
She had barely spoken all day. Danish had sensed her silence and had left her alone, knowing she needed time.
But time didn’t help when your heart was at war with your mind.
Kavya leaned her forehead against the windowpane. The glass felt cool against her skin, grounding her—if only for a moment. Her reflection stared back at her: tired eyes, drawn features, and behind them, a mind fraying under pressure.
“What am I doing? What am I about to do?” she asked herself.
Her thoughts swirled like a storm.
She knew her parents. Traditional, proud Brahmins. Her mother had always warned her never to cross certain boundaries. Her father... he didn’t even know she and Rahul had grown distant. If they found out she had fallen in love with another man, a '. man, and that she was thinking of converting—they wouldn’t just be heartbroken. They’d be livid. She would lose them.
“They will disown me,” she thought bitterly.
“They’ll feel like I’ve betrayed them, our roots, our faith. Our culture.”
Her throat tightened as the ache of that thought settled deep in her chest.
But then... she remembered Danish’s face the day he returned from Hyderabad. He had looked exhausted, anxious—but his eyes lit up when he told her that Feroz Khan had finally given his blessing. There was hope in those eyes. A light she hadn’t seen in a long time.
“But only one condition…”
Kavya stood up, walked over to the dresser, and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Accept .,,” she whispered, as if saying it out loud might make it clearer.
“That’s all it takes.”
Her own reflection seemed to ask: And are you ready for that?
She didn’t have a ready answer.
It wasn’t that she resented .,. In fact, since she had spent time with Danish’s family, she had come to appreciate the depth of their culture, the simplicity in their faith, the warmth of their traditions. She had helped Danish’s relatives prepare food when she went to Hyderabad for the wedding. She had seen the beauty.
But accepting a religion—not for faith, but for love—wasn’t easy.
“Is this the right reason to convert?” she asked herself.
“Will I regret this one day?”
And yet, the more she thought about it, the more she realized something else.
This wasn’t just about religion. It was about conviction—about making a choice for her life. Danish had never forced her. He’d told her she didn’t have to. He’d said they’d marry regardless.
But this... this was her own choice.
“If I say yes to this... maybe I’m not just saying yes to Feroz Khan. Maybe I’m saying yes to a life. To Danish. To a future we’re both fighting for.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her heart was heavy, but suddenly, a small sense of clarity began to emerge through the fog.
She didn’t want Danish to be disowned like she might be. She couldn’t bear the thought of his relationship with his father—his only family—being destroyed because of her.
She wasn’t giving up who she was. She was choosing who she wanted to become.

Scene: – Kavya’s Decision

The late evening had dbangd a soft stillness over the apartment. The hum of the ceiling fan filled the quiet space, and the golden light from the lamp on the side table cast a warm glow across the room. Danish was seated on the couch, flipping absently through a magazine, but his eyes weren’t focused. He had sensed Kavya’s inner struggle all day, and her silence weighed heavier than words.
Kavya stepped into the room, barefoot, her hair loosely tied back, eyes uncertain but calm. She stood for a moment watching Danish, and he looked up the instant he felt her presence. Their eyes met—and for a moment, neither spoke.
She slowly walked over and sat beside him.
“Danish...” she began, her voice soft but clear, “I’ve made a decision.”
Danish turned fully toward her, setting the magazine aside. “Hmm?” he responded gently, sensing the gravity of her tone.
“I’ve thought about it... over and over again. And I’ve decided—I’m ready to accept .,.”
His eyes widened slightly—not in shock, but in a mix of relief and concern.
“Kavya...” he leaned in, searching her face, “are you sure? I mean—are you really okay with this? You're not doing this just because of Abba’s condition, right? I don’t want you to feel like you have to lose yourself for us.”
Kavya held his gaze. There was something steady and unwavering in her expression now—like someone who had fought a silent battle and emerged with clarity.
“I’m not losing myself, Danish,” she said calmly. “I’ve spent days questioning everything—my beliefs, my upbringing, my fears, my parents... everything. And the truth is, this isn’t easy for me. I won’t pretend it is. But I also know that if we want to build a life together, really build something real, we have to be willing to give up parts of ourselves at times. That’s what love is, right?”
Danish’s throat tightened. “But—”
She interrupted gently. “Sometimes it’s you who sacrifices, and sometimes it’s me. I’m not doing this because I’m being forced. I’m doing this because I want to take a step forward. For us.”
Her voice trembled slightly on the last word, and she looked down at her hands. “It’s not about abandoning my identity. It’s about evolving it. Maybe I won’t fully understand everything right away. Maybe it’ll take time. But I’m willing to learn. To grow. To stand beside you.”
Danish reached out and took her hands in his. “You have no idea what this means to me, Kavya. I know what you're leaving behind... and I know it’s not a small thing. I wish there was another way. I wish we lived in a world where we didn’t have to do all this to be together.”
She gave him a small smile, her eyes glistening. “Maybe someday we will. But until then, we make our own choices. And this is mine.”
Danish pulled her into a gentle embrace, holding her close as if shielding her from the weight of all that lay ahead.
“I’m with you,” he whispered. “Every step of the way.”

[Astroboy11]

Now things are picking up and there's going to be drama. Let the games begin

[Malfunction@098]

Nice update

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Nice update

[ricah43165]

Superb! The tension, emotions, and atmosphere are so vividly written, one can feel every moment. writer, you truly brings words to life.

[Rakul1985]

What is missing is that the romance and sex in this tension. It's hits different when pressure is more.

[Vidhi Valiyathu]

She has decided to convert to his religion? Will rahul give divorce or will she stamp him as impotent husband? She will lose her husband and her family too and she is ok with it. very nice.

[momass]

update please ,will read tonight

#justice_for_rahul

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro... full hot sex

[Karmayogee]

Will she open up the affair to her wimp husband now? or tell his family that he is useless and therefore she found another man?

[masti.bhai]

Make Danish a wimp too before his dad.
Make Kavita sleep with Feroze officially
on Suhag Raat with the entire family of Danish preparing Kavita

[momass]

update please

#justice_for_rahul

[mahamatherchod]

gone again