Adultery Undercover Desires

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Let Danish use and throw this bitch.

[manmadhakunju]

I did not like the last update.

[Astroboy11]

Hey, I wanted to ask John the author about the direction the story is headed in. Are you planning on wrapping things up or should we be expecting many more raunchy updates? Just asking because you have resumed this story after a bear and I would hate to have it not be completed.

[SMOD-P]

Is this the end of story?

You idiot how can you end the story like this ?

[sexycharan]

When she is gonna convert to mslim woman and change her name.
Does she have a sister who will marry her husband.

[karimeduramu]

The story started with Rahul sharma point of view and now changed to kavya sharma or kavya khan point of view.

[zulfique]

Watering the dead plant? you did not tell whose house it is. Instead of throwing those two cheaters, why did Rahul left the house.

[exbiixossip2]

story mast hai ab unki danesh ke abbu se baat kar saadi karwao or uske riti riwaz ka palan karwao ..... or phir ek baar uske abbu se halala karwana...

[Paty@123]

Waiting for next update plz

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro...

[exbiixossip2]

Kavya ki pics or Danesh ke pita

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[Ajay Kailash]

Finally everything is over. The wimp is shown the door.

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[Gilmalover]

Waiting for divorce procedure to complete and she gets complete freed.

[Paty@123]

Waiting for next update, because writer said it's a long story

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[भाभी जी]

Waiting for next update...

[John446]

CHAPTER – 56
A Few Months Later: A Quiet Ending, A New Beginning
The divorce had gone through.
It was a weekday morning — no drama, no chaos. Just signatures exchanged in a sterile office, papers handed over by a clerk, and two people who once promised each other forever now walking away in silence.
Kavya sat in the auto outside the family court building, staring at the file in her lap. Inside it — the final papers, stamped, signed, and sealed — lay a version of herself she was leaving behind. Rahul hadn’t said much in the courtroom. He didn’t look angry. Just tired. Defeated. As if he had finally accepted that some things don’t go back to how they were.
And that hurt Kavya the most — not the yelling, not the pain. But the quiet resignation in Rahul’s eyes.
She reached home, opened the door, and found Danish waiting.
He stood up the moment she walked in, searching her face. She didn’t cry. She didn’t collapse. She simply stepped toward him and leaned into his chest, arms loosely wrapping around him.
“It’s done,” she whispered.
Danish said nothing — only kissed her on the forehead and held her tighter.
For minutes, neither of them moved. The house was silent, but inside that silence, a thousand emotions passed between them — relief, grief, guilt, hope.
The Weeks That Followed
The first few weeks were not easy.
Even though the legal chapter was closed, the emotional residue lingered. Kavya often found herself waking up in the middle of the night — not crying, just staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts.
She thought about Rahul’s kindness. His ambitions. The early days of their marriage. And then, she reminded herself why she left. Why she had chosen a different path — not for desire, not for rebellion — but for truth.
During those moments, Danish never pushed her.
He never said “forget the past” or “move on.”
He simply sat beside her, brought her tea, ran warm water for her bath, and offered quiet companionship. They talked a lot — sometimes for hours. About life, about regrets, about how hard it is to live authentically in a world that judges love based on tradition instead of connection.
Building a New Life Slowly
As days passed, Kavya began to reclaim joy in small ways. She painted a wall in their living room — a soft shade of teal. She began practicing yoga again in the mornings, and on some weekends, Danish would cook for her while she played old Bollywood songs in the kitchen.
They weren’t in a rush to define what they had.
They had seen how fragile relationships can be — how timing, circumstance, and unspoken feelings can make or break a love.
So they took it slowly. They went for walks, talked about the future, but without pressure.
Kavya even began freelancing part-time, rediscovering her passion for writing — pouring her journey into stories, essays, poetry.
Some of it was about heartbreak.
Some about healing.
And some about hope.
One Evening, on the Balcony
It had rained that afternoon. The scent of wet earth still lingered in the air.
Kavya stood by the railing, sipping ginger tea, her hair tied in a loose bun, wearing Danish’s oversized hoodie. Danish joined her, pulling her closer with one arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She looked at him, eyes tired but calm.
“Yes… I think I’m finally learning how to breathe again.”
Danish didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at her — really looked at her — and for the first time since everything had happened, he smiled without hesitation.
“I’m proud of you,” he whispered.
Kavya leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
“Thank you for standing beside me when everything else was falling apart,” she said.
Scene: The Return to Hyderabad
The train rumbled steadily as it carried Danish and Kavya toward Hyderabad. Their hearts were filled with anticipation — and questions. Kavya leaned against the window, her fingers brushing Danish's hand occasionally. He gave her a small smile.
Danish: “Woh sunenge iss baar.”
(This time, he'll listen.)
Kavya: “Aur main tayyar hoon. Jo bhi hoga, tumhaare saath face karungi.”
(And I'm ready. Whatever happens, I'll face it with you.)
At Feroz Khan’s House
The air in Banjara Hills carried a hint of nostalgia. Feroz Khan was seated in the living room, tall and composed, wearing a crisp white kurta-pajama. His eyes — sharp and observant — moved from Danish to Kavya.
Danish: “Assalamu Alaikum, Abba.”
(Peace be upon you, Father.)
Feroz Khan: “Wa Alaikum Assalam.”
(And peace be upon you too.)
He gave a curt nod to Kavya.
Feroz Khan: “Aao, baitho.”
(Come, sit.)
The Conversation Begins
Danish: “Abba... hum phir se aaye hain aapke paas. Lekin is baar sab kuch saaf kehne ke liye.”
(Father… we’ve come to you again. But this time, to speak with complete honesty.)
Feroz Khan: “Kya kehna chahte ho?”
(What do you want to say?)
Danish: “Kavya aur Rahul ka divorce ho chuka hai. Ab woh azaad hai. Aur... sabse badi baat, woh ., qubool karne ke liye tayyar hai.”
(Kavya and Rahul are divorced now. She’s free. And most importantly, she’s ready to accept .,.)
Feroz’s eyes shifted to Kavya, more piercing now.
Feroz Khan: “Tum samajhti ho iska matlab?”
(Do you understand what this means?)
Kavya nodded with steady eyes.
Kavya: “Haan. Maine bohot soch kar yeh faisla liya hai. Yeh kisi zabardasti mein nahi... apne dil se kiya hai.”
(Yes. I’ve thought a lot before making this decision. It’s not out of pressure… it comes from the heart.)
Feroz Khan: “Tum ***** ho. *****. Apne maa-baap ko bataya?”
(You’re *****. A *****. Have you told your parents?)
Kavya: “Abhi nahi. Lekin main jaldi bata dungi. Waqt chahiye unhe bhi.”
(Not yet. But I will soon. They need some time too.)
Feroz’s Demand
He leaned back in his chair, fingers interlaced.
Feroz Khan: “Main Danish ka baap hoon. Aur main apne mazhab ke mamle mein kabhi compromise nahi karta. Agar tum ., qubool karti ho, sachche dil se — toh hi main iss rishte ke baare mein soch sakta hoon.”
(I am Danish’s father. And I never compromise when it comes to faith. If you accept .,, truly and wholeheartedly — only then will I consider this relationship.)
Danish: “Woh tayyar hai, Abba. Aap chaahein toh kisi maulana se baat karwa sakte hain.”
(She’s ready, Abba. If you want, we can speak to a religious scholar.)
Feroz Khan: “Theek hai. Lekin agar mujhe zara bhi mehsoos hua ki yeh sab sirf shaadi ke liye ho raha hai... toh main is rishte ke khilaf ho jaunga.”
(Alright. But if I even slightly feel that this is only for marriage… I will stand against it.)
Outside – After the Talk
In the garden, the air was lighter than before.
Kavya: “Tumne kar diya.”
(You did it.)
Danish: “Nahi... humne.”
(No… we did it.)

[Astroboy11]

Maturity was not something I was expecting from an adultery based erotica. I was hoping for anger, outbursts and even violence. There was none of that, perhaps for the best. Phasing out Rahul maybe best for progression of the story.

Still pining for some sort of justice for the betrayed husband but I’m okay with the story moving on. I am curious about the financial situation of this new couple. Last I remember, Danish worked at Rahul’s office or got the job because of him. Don’t remember if Kavya worked? They no longer have the same financial security as before. Would appreciate the author’s thoughts on that.

The next chapters seem to be about religious conversion, so I urge the author to tread lightly. Don’t want this wonderful story being flagged as inappropriate.

Looking forward to next updates. Keep up the good work. Also, it’s about time they banged.