Adultery Between Nabila and Ranjeet

[naj0501]

I'm currently half way in writing the next update. But I need suggestions - As Nabila and Ranjeet talked in Hindi, should I write the dialogues in Hindi or should I write in English only?

[behka]

write in english please

[monikapu32]

English please

[monikapu32]

Waiting for next update please

[Lund77998]

I'm currently half way in writing the next update. But I need suggestions - As Nabila and Ranjeet talked in Hindi, should I write the dialogues in Hindi or should I write in English only?

Dialogue hindi me hi acha hoga

[monikapu32]

Update please

[monikapu32]

Please update

[libra.88]

Please write dialog between Nabila and ranjeet in hindi only

[naj0501]

I have almost finished writing next update. Will post it tomorrow. Also thanks for all the comments and love.

[naj0501]

The peace went on for one more month. It was a quiet time with Adventure Jars, silent days, and our love building slowly in secret. For the first time, everything felt solid and true, like a warm blanket wrapping around my heart.


Then came the trouble. It started with the landline ringing loudly on a Saturday morning, breaking the quiet like a sharp alarm. My stomach twisted with a sudden fear, like a knot pulling tight inside me, as I was buttering toast for Adnan in the kitchen.


The smell of fresh bread filled the air but now it felt heavy. Ammi was sipping her chai nearby, her face relaxed and happy from our morning chat. She picked up the phone with a warm "Hello? Sameer, is that you?" But as she listened, her smile faded fast.

Her eyes widened, and her free hand gripped the table edge. I stopped what I was doing, toast knife in hand, watching her closely. Her face turned into a mask of deep worry-ines on her forehead, lips pressed thin-making my own heart sink like a stone in water. I knew something bad had happened, and the peaceful day was gone.


"What happened, beta?" she said into the phone, her voice rising. "Aisha? Slipped? Oh no, is she in pain?" She paused, nodding as if Sameer could see her. "Hospital? Which one? And the kids-are they okay? Don't worry, I'm coming right away."


She hung up, her eyes filled with motherly fear. "Nabila, that was Sameer," she said, turning to me quickly. "Aisha slipped in the bathroom and broke her leg. He's at the hospital with her now. It's a clean break, thank God, but he's so worried about the little ones at home."


"Oh Ammi, that's awful," I replied, my voice shaking. "Is Aisha okay? What did Bhai say exactly?"


"He's trying to stay calm, but I can hear the panic in his voice," Ammi said, sighing deeply. "The kids are with a neighbor for now. Nabila, quickly book a flight to Delhi for me tomorrow morning. The first one you can find. I have to go help them."


I nodded and grabbed my mobile to call Sameer myself. "Bhai? It's Nabila," I said when he picked up. "How is Bhabhi really? Tell me everything."


"Nabila, it's bad but not life-threatening," he said, his voice tired and rough. "She slipped on wet tiles-her leg twisted wrong. The doctor says she'll need a cast for weeks. The kids are crying for her, and I can't manage alone. Ammi is coming?"


"Yes, don't worry," I assured him, trying to sound strong.

"We're booking her flight now. She'll be there tomorrow. Just focus on Bhabhi. Give her my love, okay?"

"Thanks," he whispered. "I need Ammi's help badly."

I hung up and opened the laptop. "Found one, Ammi," I called out after a few minutes. "Indigo flight, 6:15 AM from Mumbai to Delhi. You'll be there by mid-morning."

"Good, beta," Ammi replied, her eyes misty. "Pack some sweets for the kids too. They'll need cheering up." She started packing a small bag, moving fast but with a heavy heart. "I'll be back by Tuesday or Wednesday. Just until they settle. Will you and Adnan be fine here?"

"We'll manage, Ammi," I said, hugging her quickly. "You're doing the right thing."

The rest of Saturday was busy, but my mind was full of emotions. After booking the flight, I helped Ammi pack her bag. "Put in the warm shawl, Ammi," I suggested. "Delhi might be cooler." We folded clothes, added medicines, and some toys for the grandkids. Ammi talked about Aisha's cooking and how the kids would miss her, her voice soft with concern. "Aisha makes the best parathas," she said. "Poor thing, stuck in bed now." I listened, feeling a lump in my throat, sad for them but glad Ammi could help. It made me think of my own strength as a mother.


Ammi cooked a simple lunch: dal, rice, and sabzi. "Tastes good, Ammi," I said as we ate together, chatting about family.
"Remember when Sameer was small and broke his arm playing cricket?" But there was a quiet sadness in the air.
Adnan napped after, his small face so innocent. "Sweet dreams, my jaan," I whispered, kissing his forehead. I used the time to clean the house a bit-wiping counters, folding laundry. It kept my hands busy and helped calm the swirl of emotions inside me: worry for Aisha, love for my family, and a bit of fear about being alone.

By afternoon, I took Adnan to the nearby park to clear my head. "Mumma, look! Pigeon!" Adnan shouted, running around, chasing birds and playing on the swings, his laughter like a balm to my worried soul. "Be careful !" I called back, sitting on a bench with a warm smile, my heart full of love for my little boy. "Don't scare them too much!" My mind wandered to Ranjeet, and a soft longing filled me-I missed our quiet talks. The sun was warm, and the park smelled of fresh grass, bringing a moment of peace amid the chaos.


In the evening, I read a storybook to Adnan. "And then the lion roared!" I said dramatically. He pointed at pictures, asking questions with wide eyes. "Mummy, why lion angry?" he asked, making my heart melt with joy. "Because he lost his friend, baba," I explained. Ammi joined us, smiling gently. "Good story, Nabila," she said. For a moment, it felt like normal family time, but the worry lingered like a shadow. I felt tired but strong, proud of holding things together. The day ended with early dinner and bed preparations, my body heavy with the day's feelings. "Sleep well, Ammi," I said.
"Early morning tomorrow."

That night, after Adnan slept, my phone buzzed, and a spark of excitement cut through my tiredness. It was a whatsapp message from Ranjeet.

Ranjeet: Long day? You've been quiet.

Me: Yes, a whirlwind.

Ranjeet: Everything okay?

Me: Not really.My sister-in-law in Delhi broke her leg. Ammi is flying tomorrow to help my brother with the kids.

Ranjeet: Shit, that's terrible. I'm so sorry. Hope she recovers soon. How are you holding up?

Me: Thanks. It was chaotic with bookings. I'm okay, just worried for them.

Ranjeet: After dropping Ammi at the airport, what are you doing tomorrow?

Me: Nothing special. Will buy some groceries and run the errands. Mostly chilling at home.Why?

Ranjeet: Damn. What a boring day.Cancel them all.

Me: Ohhh…then?

Ranjeet: I have a plan.I'll pick you up at 11 AM sharp.

Me: What? Where are we going?

Ranjeet: Well…That's a surprise. Just be ready with Adnan.

Me: Ranjeet, please. I’m really curious. What kind of surprise?

Ranjeet: The best kind-like a new start. Trust me, you'll love it.

I smiled, my heart racing with joy and hope. "Okay, mister mysterious," I typed back quickly. The weekend suddenly felt exciting.

Next morning, the air was fresh with rain and jasmine smell, lifting my spirits a little. I dropped Ammi at the airport. She squeezed my hand, her touch full of love and worry. "Take care of Adnan, beta," she said. "And call if you need anything." "I will, Ammi. Safe flight," I replied, feeling a pang of separation as she went inside. "Call when you land," I shouted.

Back home, the house felt empty, echoing with loneliness after Ammi left. Toys were scattered on the floor, and the kitchen still smelled of our quick breakfast. I looked at the clock: 9:30 AM. Plenty of time before Ranjeet came at 11. His texts from last night made me nervous and happy, like butterflies dancing in my stomach. I skipped laundry, my mind buzzing with anticipation-what was this surprise? I sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee, trying to calm down, but my phone buzzed again. It was Ranjeet!

Ranjeet: Good morning, beautiful! Dropped Ammi safely?
Everything okay? Dreamt of you last night-woke up smiling.

Me: Yes, she's off. House feels so quiet now-like a ghost town! What about you? Up to mischief already? Or just missing me?

Ranjeet: Mischief? Me? Never! Just planning our epic day. What is Adnan doing now?

Me: He's playing with his cars, zooming around. But spill a hint, please? Is it a park? Or a secret cave? Come on, mister misterious. Don’t tease me more!

Ranjeet: Haha, no hints! But it's better than a cave-think sky high! Wear something comfy, okay? Tell that smile I love-can't wait to steal a glance.

Me: Sky high? Like flying? You're killing me with suspense! Okay, comfy it is. But if it's boring, you owe me an ice cream-double scoop! And maybe a hug?

Ranjeet: Deal! Triple scoop if you guess wrong. See you soon, my adventure partner. Can't wait- you're already making my day brighter, gorgeous.

I laughed out loud, feeling warm and giddy. Adnan looked up. "Mummy, why laughing?" he asked. "Nothing.Ranjeet uncle is very funny, beta," I replied. The chat made the emptiness fade a little, filling me with joy. Now, time to get ready!

My decision was made. For a moment, I just stood in the quiet of my bedroom, the buzz of Ranjeet’s texts a happy, electric hum under my skin. I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door. I was wearing my Saturday morning uniform: a soft, yellow cotton kurti and comfortable salwar. It was the uniform of Ammi’s daughter, of Adnan's mother. It was safe. It was familiar. And it was not the woman I wanted to be today.

Today was for the woman who was meeting love of her life.
Slowly, deliberately, I began to undress. My hands went to the hem of my kurti, pulling the soft cotton up and over my head in a single, fluid motion. It fell to the floor in a silent heap. I reached for the drawstring of my salwar, my fingers untying the familiar knot. The fabric loosened, sighing as it slid down my legs to pool around my ankles.

I stood before the mirror in nothing but the simple, everyday lingerie I’d put on that morning. I observed my body in the mirror and feeling proud of it,I turned away from the mirror and walked to my drawer. The act of stripping off the old, practical lingerie felt like the final shed of an old skin.
I unfolded the new set I had bought for myself weeks ago.
The color was a rich, warm mocha, like my morning coffee softened with a generous pour of cream. The fabric, a modern, silky microfiber, felt cool and fluid against my skin as I lifted it. It was a lightly padded t-shirt bra, a style I chose not for dramatic effect, but for the smooth, natural silhouette it would create under my top.

​As I slipped it on, it felt less like a bra and more like a second skin. The cups were seamless, molded to perfection. The thin straps felt light and smooth on my shoulders.The little clips on the straps were a pretty, brushed rose-gold, and they made me smile. It was just a tiny detail, but it felt elegant and beautiful.

​The matching panties were cut from the same buttery-soft fabric. They were a modern, seamless bikini style that I knew would lie flat and disappear under the close fit of my skinny jeans. But the back was my own hidden touch of artistry, a detail just for me. Instead of solid fabric, it was a delicate panel of stretch-floral lace in the exact same mocha shade. It wasn't overtly revealing, just an unexpected whisper of romance, a secret texture against my skin.

​Dressed in the set, standing in the soft morning light of my bedroom, I felt… complete. It was the feeling of being put-together from the very first layer. This choice wasn't about seduction; it was about my own self-worth. It was an intimate act of choosing a foundation that was both comfortable and beautiful, a secret that armed me with a sensual confidence long before I even chose the rest of my outfit.

Next, the jeans. I stepped into the blue, high-waist skinny jeans, pulling them up, the denim hugging my curves like a second skin. They felt comfortable, modern, and powerful.

Finally, the top. I picked up the black, sleeveless buttoned top. The crepe fabric felt cool and fluid in my hands. I slipped it over my head, the elegant boatneck settling perfectly on my collarbones. Then, one by one, I fastened the small, polished black buttons, following their sharp, diagonal path from my left shoulder to my right hip. Each click of a button felt like a deliberate step forward, a locking-in of the new, confident woman I was choosing to be.

I tucked the blouse into the high waist of the jeans and turned back to the mirror. The woman who looked back was sleek. Modern. A stranger and, yet, more myself than I had been in for a while. The final look was a study in contrasts-the dark, chic top against the casual blue denim; the soft braid I would weave into my hair against the sharp, architectural cut of the blouse. She looked like a woman who was unafraid to be seen, a woman who was ready for her new adventure.

Then I applied a light make up and soft berry shade lipstick.
I wore delicate gold hoops, a fine necklace with a tiny pendant and sparkling chain. .

In the mirror, I saw a strong woman, ready for the day, my eyes shining with hope and a touch of vulnerability.

At 10 AM, Ranjeet’s black SUV rolled up, its sleek frame gleaming under the Mumbai sun. He stepped out, wearing a half-sleeved navy shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and chinos that fell perfectly on his frame. His playful smile lit up his face, and my breath caught-God, he looked so handsome, like a hero from a Bollywood movie.

“Nabila Siddiqui, reporting for surprise duty!” I said with a mock salute with Adnan holding my hand. My voice was light, but my heart thumped with a heady mix of joy and longing.

Ranjeet’s eyes swept over me, lingering on my sleeveless black top, its crepe fabric dbanging my curves. His gaze traced the high-waisted jeans that hugged my hips, and his jaw dropped just a fraction, his eyes widening with admiration.

“Ohhh myyy God,” he breathed, his voice low and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. “You look… stunning…. Like you walked out of a dream…. It's a pleasant surprise” He took a step closer, his grin turning mischievous.

I felt heat flood my cheeks, a blush creeping up as I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Ranjeet, stop!” I laughed. “You’re making me blush!” My heart fluttered, the coffee-colored lace lingerie beneath my outfit feeling like a secret spark, amplifying my confidence.

I tilted my head, emboldened by his gaze. “But now as you’re surprised also, We’re even-so spill it, mister! What’s your surprise?”


He chuckled with a deep, rumbling sound. “Nice try, girl!” he teased, leaning closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You think that stunning outfit’s gonna make me crack? Not a chance. You’ll see soon enough-patience, my queen!” He winked, and I couldn’t help but giggle, the air between us crackling with playful tension.


He turned to Adnan, ruffling his hair. “Hello, little hero! How are you doing?”

“Good, Uncle Ranjeet!” Adnan giggled.

Ranjeet opened the SUV door with a flourish. “Your chariot awaits!” he said with a dramatic bow, making Adnan laugh. I buckled Adnan into the back seat, feeling Ranjeet’s gaze on me, warm and appreciative. We drove off, the air between us electric with unspoken feelings.


“Okay, tell me now,” I said, poking his arm, feeling playful and close, my heart racing. “Where are we going? Is it far-or to the moon?”

He smirked, his eyes twinkling. “Whisking you to paradise, gorgeous. You will love it,I promise “

“ And what if I don't like it?” I asked him.

“ Then I owe you an ice cream scoop…double scoop actually.” He replied instantly.

“Deal!” I laughed, and Adnan echoed, “Deal-like candy!” making us all smile.

We drove through Mumbai’s chaotic traffic to Andheri, a sleek new high-rise looming ahead. My curiosity burned, laced with nervous excitement, my heart still fluttering from his compliments and our flirty banter.

“ Ok we have almost reached.” He said while pulling over the car and stopping it.

“Close your eyes, Nabila,” he murmured. Then he took out a silky blue handkerchief from his pocket and started tying it over my eyes.

“No cheating please. Adnan, you watch Mumma, okay? Be the guard!”

“Okay, Uncle-like a spy!” Adnan laughed. “Mumma, no peeking.”

Ranjeet guided me to the elevator, his hand warm on my elbow, sending shivers of affection through me. We went up. Keys jingled, door opened, my heart pounding.

He removed the blindfold.
“ TA DA….”

A wooden door with red ribbon. "For you," he said, handing me scissors. "Cut the ribbon. This is my new apartment-twentieth floor. I bought it last month, furnished it in secret. Wanted to share this milestone with you and Adnan first."

My eyes filled with happy surprise. "Ranjeet, you sneaky, wonderful man! This is... amazing." I cut the ribbon, my hands shaking with joy. Adnan clapped wildly. "Yay!"


Inside, sunlit living room with big windows showing Mumbai skyline. Smell of fresh paint, like new beginnings. It had a very nicely decorated ceiling. Paintings and photos on the wall. One photo caught my attention - It was the photo of Ranjeet ,me and Adnan,taken by him on Adnan's birthday.

"Wooow," I breathed, turning to him. "You did all this?"

"For us," he replied, holding my hand.

“Let me show you the apartment” he led me to the attached balcony.

[monikapu32]

Nice update 
Story moving nicely 
Narration in this update is very good 
I think next update will be full of erotic moments of Nabila and Ranjeet

[siva05]

Complete Family time , i think adnan get what he missed from asif in ranjeet

[Yash121]

New house...its time for nabila and raj unofficial hardcore nuptial night

[naj0501]

His hand found the small of my back and with a warm, steady pressure he guided me towards the living room's wide glass doors. He slid the heavy door open and we stepped out into a spacious balcony. The muted, air-conditioned calm of the flat was instantly replaced by the raw, electric energy of the open air twenty floors above the world.


The balcony was spacious, a stone terrace offering a breathtaking panorama. Below us, the Mumbai skyline stretched to the horizon, a magnificent kingdom of glass towers and sprawling ambition under a sky filled with heavy grey clouds.

A sudden cool breeze swept up from the sky. It raised goosebumps on my bare arms and whipped a loose strand of hair from my back across my lips. The wind carried an earthy scent of impending rain. The constant roar of the city was muted from this height and it was softened to a distant, rhythmic hum.

“It might rain today,” I said, pulling my arms around myself as the cool breeze swept over us again.

“Yeah… so nice,” Ranjeet replied.He came to stand closer beside me. I could feel the warmth of his body. He looked out at the heavy clouds gathering over the city. “Monsoon is my favourite.”

"Is it?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Yes," he confirmed.His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur. "Everything feels washed clean. Like you get a chance to start over." He turned his gaze from the sky to me with a soft and meaningful smile on his lips. "Besides," he added, his eyes twinkling, "it's the perfect excuse to stay inside all day, locked away from the world with someone you love."

My heart fluttered at his words. "I used to hate the rain," I admitted. "It always felt... gloomy. Like being trapped." I turned my head to look at him, the man who was showing me a different world. "But today... it feels different."His smile deepened with an unspoken understanding.

The tender moment was broken by a sudden movement. Adnan, full of fearless curiosity, was trying to hoist himself up on the railing of the balcony to see better.

“Careful, baba!” I called out, my heart lurching with a sudden, sharp spike of concern.

Before I could even take a full step, Ranjeet was moving. Swiftly and calmly, he crossed the balcony and scooped Adnan up and swung him away from the railing.

"Whoa there, little hero," Ranjeet said, his voice gentle but firm. "Even superheroes use the stairs, not the balcony edge."
Adnan giggled, completely unfazed, and pointed at a distant building. Ranjeet spoke, setting him down. "Why don't you go play inside? "

"Okay!" Adnan agreed, and ran back into the living room.

Ranjeet turned back to me. His hands found my arms and rubbed them gently. Our eyes met as I felt so much relief.He gave me a warm, reassuring smile that calmed the last of my racing pulse.

"See?" he murmured. His hands slid down and caught my hands and he intertwined his fingers with mine. His thumbs stroked my fingers."We're a good team.”

I looked at our intertwined hands, then looked up at him with a genuine, soft smile on my face. "We are"
His hands moved to my waist and gently pulled me closer until my body was flush against his. His right hand came up and started to trace the sharp, diagonal line of buttons on my black blouse. His touch was feather-light, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine.

"It looks so fucking beautiful on you. Your boobs look so round and stout in it.  I've been trying not to stare at it all day," he confessed, his voice a low, husky murmur. "The way this line of buttons sweeps across... It's like a path. So clever. So beautiful." His fingers followed the path down to my waist, resting there, his thumb stroking the fabric.

His gaze lifted from the blouse to my face. His eyes were dark with an emotion that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "And this color on your lips...What is this shade called? It looks so sexy….." he whispered. His thumb gently brushed against my lower lip. The touch was electric. "It's a soft berry shade," I replied.

His touch, his words and the raw admiration in his eyes were all too much. My breath hitched and my lips pouted slightly in a soft, unspoken invitation to close the small distance between us.

That was all the answer he needed.A slow, smoldering smile touched his lips. "Love you Nabila" he whispered.

He leaned in and put his lips on mine. It was a kiss of profound intimacy, a quiet conversation of touch and taste and shared breath. It wasn't rushed. It was slow and deliberate. I melted against him.My hands moved to tangle his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. The world fell away and we forgot we were in the balcony and someone might see us. 
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless, resting our foreheads together. His eyes were still closed, as if he were memorizing the moment.

“ Ranjeet ... .Let's go inside….It's risky..” I managed to say.

“ Yeah….” He replied.

He took my hand with a warm and certain grip. "Come on," he said, his playful smile returning, but his eyes still held the fire. "Let me show you the rest of the home."

He took us to the master bedroom first. It was a big, serene room, the centerpiece a magnificent king-sized bed with a dark wood headboard. An attached bath was visible through an open door.

“Wow,” I exclaimed, the word a soft breath.

“You like it?” he asked, his eyes watching my reaction intently.

“Yep…It's spacious….nice,” I replied, my mind already picturing quiet mornings and peaceful nights.

Ranjeet stepped closer to me. His hand moves from my back to rest lightly on my bums. He leaned in and with a low husky voice he whispered- “Honestly, I'm already imagining us celebrating our Suhagrat on it.”

A hot blush flooded my cheeks. I glanced at Adnan who was busy exploring the other room on his own and I nudged his chest sharply with my elbow. “Careful, We are not alone, mister.”

He chuckled with a low, rumbling sound, but his expression turned serious as he stepped back to face me. “Okay, Jaanu. But I’m serious.” He took my hands in his with his intense gaze “Are you ready to be Mrs. Nabila Singh?”

The playful air evaporated, replaced by a silence so profound I could hear my own heart beats. A riot of feelings exploded inside me: shock, joy, fear, and a love so overwhelming it was dizzying. I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him but I restrained myself.

“It would be so wonderful,” I finally managed, my voice trembling. “But it’s not that easy, Ranjeet. We have… a lot of differences and I’m still married to Asif .”

“Fuck that Chutiya…..I don’t care about anything,” he replied instantly, his grip on my hands tightening. “Not about family, not about society. All I know is that I love you. That’s it.”

“Hmmm. I love you too,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.

Our trance was broken by a happy shout from the other room. “Mummy! Look!”

We followed the sound to the smaller bedroom. It was furnished with a sturdy wooden bunk bed, and Adnan was standing on the lower bunk, pointing excitedly out the window. We moved beside him and saw a beautiful, green community garden below.

“Oh, so nice,” I said, relieved by the simple beauty of it.

“Would you like to go there?” Ranjeet asked Adnan, who nodded enthusiastically. “Alright, champ. I’ll take you down in the evening, then,” Ranjeet promised. He then looked at the bunk bed, a soft, almost sad smile on his face. “I bought this bunk bed for both of our kids,” he said quietly.

I was puzzled for a moment, and then the realization hit me. He was talking about his daughter, Ananya.

“Oh,” I said softly. “That’s… so lovely, Ranjeet.”

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze distant. “I’ve decided, after we get married, I’ll bring Ananya here. She won’t have to live with her grandparents anymore.”

My heart ached for the little girl I’d never met, and for the father who clearly missed her dearly. “Yes, of course,” I said, my voice full of a sincerity that surprised me. “It would be a perfect family.”

His eyes met mine, full of a deep, unspoken gratitude. “Wait,” he said, his mood brightening. “I bought something for Adnan.” He took a box from a closet. It was a remote-controlled excavator.

“Ohhhh… That’s cool!” Adnan said, his previous excitement for the garden momentarily forgotten as he took the new toy. Ranjeet set him up with it, and Adnan was soon happily maneuvering the excavator across the bedroom floor.

“Let me show you the kitchen,” Ranjeet said, leading me out. It had a small fridge and a large, empty platform, clean and waiting. After a quick look, I found myself drawn back to the main balcony. He followed me.

“So,” I began, needing to ground the day’s overwhelming emotions in practicalities. “When are you planning to move here?”

“Not in the near future,” he said, leaning against the railing beside me. “I’m planning to move in with you only.”

“Oh,” I said, surprised again. I looked around at the luxurious apartment, the stunning view. “For how much did you buy it?”

“2.9 crore,” he said casually.

“Oh my God! How?” I was curious and completely floored.

“I had some ancestral land in my village. I sold it and invested the money here,” he replied simply.

“Hmmm,” was all I could manage. As I tried to process the scale of his sacrifice, his gaze swept over me, warm and appreciative.

“Nabila,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, intimate murmur again. “You look so sexy in these jeans.”

“Control,” I whispered, shooting a pointed look towards the room where Adnan was playing.

He just grinned. We walked to the living room again talking about his future plans.Then he said, “Stay here. A celebration is in order.” and he disappeared in the kitchen.

I sat on the couch and in that moment of blissful quiet, my own idea sparked. He deserved a surprise too, I thought.. I quickly pulled out my phone and ordered a rich chocolate truffle cake from a nearby bakery.

He reappeared with two tall glasses of sparkling lemon soda.”Presenting my queen, world famous soda made by Ranjeet…..”

I giggled at his poor joke and thanked him for the ‘World Famous’ treat. We sipped our drinks, our conversation returning to a soft, romantic murmur. The future felt as bright and vast as the city spread out before us.

Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the door bell cut through our conversation. Ranjeet looked puzzled. "I wasn't expecting anyone..." He went to the door to answer it.

A moment later, he called out, his voice full of amused disbelief, "Nabila... did you order a cake?"

[monikapu32]

Superb update 


Narration is slowly moving to erotic moments

[monikapu32]

Please update

[naj0501]

A moment later, he called out. His voice was full of amused disbelief. "Nabila... did you order a cake?"


I pushed myself up from the sofa. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my face. I walked over to him.

"Is that a problem, Mr. Singh?" I teased. My voice was a playful purr. "Are surprise desserts not allowed in your new fortress?"

He shook his head and laughed. He set the white box on the kitchen counter. Then he pulled me in for a quick, warm hug.

"With you, I'm learning to expect the unexpected," he said. "You're a menace."

"A menace who brings you chocolate," I replied. I patted his chest. "You're welcome."

He opened the box. The rich scent of dark chocolate filled the air. Inside sat a glossy, perfect chocolate truffle cake.

"It's beautiful," he breathed. Then he paused. A playful frown appeared on his face. "But we have a logistical issue. No knife. No forks."

"Shit!" I feigned a dramatic gasp. "All your careful planning is undone by a lack of cutlery."

"Hardly," he said. A wicked glint appeared in his eyes. "A good logistics manager always has a contingency plan." He turned to me. "Contingency Plan A. I hope you're not afraid to get a little messy."

Before I could answer, he dipped his index finger into the rich frosting. He gathered a small, perfect swirl. He lifted his hand. His gaze held mine.

"Open up," he commanded softly.

I parted my lips. He gently traced the frosting onto my tongue. The intensely sweet, rich flavor exploded in my mouth.

"Mmm," I managed. My eyes fluttered shut for a second. "That's... too good."

I opened my eyes. He was still watching me. His gaze was hot and unwavering. A tiny smudge of chocolate was left on the corner of my lip.

"Don't move," he whispered. He leaned in. He did not wipe it away. He captured the smudge with the tip of his tongue. It was a shockingly intimate gesture. A jolt of pure fire went straight through me.

"I agree," he murmured against my skin.

"My turn," I whispered back. My voice was shaky. "You can't be the only one having all the fun."

I mirrored his action. I dipped my own finger into the cake. I lifted it to his lips. He leaned in. His gaze never left mine. He took the bite. His lips closed softly around my fingertip for a moment too long.

"I stand corrected," he said. His voice was husky. "That's dangerously good." He caught my hand before I could pull it away.

 He pressed a soft kiss to my chocolate-tipped finger. "You're making it very, very difficult to behave, Nabila."

We were lost in our own little world. The air was thick with a new, potent kind of hunger.

Just then, a frustrated shout came from the small bedroom.

"Mummy! It's stuck! My excavator is stuck under the bed!"

We sprang apart, startled, the sensual spell instantly broken. I couldn't help but laugh, a fond, exasperated sound. I looked at Ranjeet, whose face was a mask of pure amusement.

"Duty calls," I whispered, reaching up to wipe a tiny smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth with my thumb. "Don't you dare eat all the cake without me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmured, his eyes full of warmth.

I turned and headed towards the bedroom to help my son. As I left, I glanced back. He was leaning against the counter. He wasn't impatient. He wasn't annoyed. He was just watching me go, a look of profound love in his eyes that saw not an interruption, but a mother. He was choosing all of it. He was choosing us.

I went into the small bedroom. Adnan was on the floor. He was pointing under the bunk bed. His new excavator was stuck. It was just out of his reach. I got down on my hands and knees. The floor was a little dusty. I had to stretch to reach the toy. Finally, my fingers brushed against it. I pulled it out.

"Here you go, my hero," I said, handing it to him.

 "Thank you, Mummy!" He was happy again. He immediately went back to playing.

I stood up and brushed the dust from my jeans. I walked back to the living room. Ranjeet was there. He had cleaned up our messy cake tasting. He had put the box on the kitchen counter.

He smiled when he saw me. It was a soft, admiring smile.

"Crisis averted, I see," he said playfully. "The city is safe from stuck excavators."

I laughed  "For now. A mother's work is never done."

Then I went to sit on the sofa. He followed and sat next to me. He didn't leave any space between us. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me close. I leaned my head against his shoulder. It felt comfortable. It felt right.

He was quiet for a moment. Then he shifted. He gently tilted my chin up to face him. His expression was serious. It was full of a deep tenderness.

"Your cheeks are so smooth….," he murmured.

His thumb gently caressed my cheek. The simple, caring touch was incredibly intimate. It made my heart flutter.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he said softly.

I gave a small, self-conscious laugh. "For being an expert in toy retrieval?"

"For everything," he replied, his voice earnest. "One minute, you are this radiant, breathtaking woman who completely unravels me. The next minute, you are on your hands and knees on the floor, saving the day for our little guy." He shook his head slowly. He was in disbelief. "You do it all. I'm just... I'm in awe of you."

I was speechless. No one had ever seen all the different parts of me. No one had ever admired them all together. He wasn't just in love with the woman he kissed on the balcony. He was in awe of the mother on the floor. I felt truly, completely loved.
Tears of happiness pricked my eyes. I leaned my head back on his shoulder. We sat in a comfortable, profound silence. The moment was full of unspoken promises.

I glanced at the wall clock. It was almost 1:30 in the afternoon.

"So Mr.King, What have you planned for lunch?," I asked. 

"A queen cannot go hungry in her new castle," he said, his eyes twinkling. He released me gently and reached for his phone on the coffee table. "Let's see what we can summon to our fortress."

He opened a food delivery app. He turned to me. "What are the royal decrees on pizza toppings?"

His playfulness was infectious. I laughed. "My decree involves a lot of olives and mushrooms."

"A fine choice, my queen," he said with a mock-serious bow of his head. He then called out to the other room. "Adnan! Hey, champ! What toppings does a superhero want on his pizza?"

A happy shout came back from the bedroom. "Just cheese! Lots and lots of cheese!"

"Just cheese it is," Ranjeet confirmed. He quickly tapped in the order. He looked at me and smiled. "Your lunch has been commanded. It will arrive shortly."

He put his phone down and pulled me close again. We settled back into the comfortable quiet of the sofa. We were waiting for our first meal in our new home. Everything felt simple. Everything felt perfect.

"This is all so much to take in," I said softly, my voice full of wonder. "Ranjeet, this flat... the incredible gesture... What would your parents say if they knew you sold ancestral land for a place in Mumbai?"

He was quiet for a moment, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. "My father, the pragmatist, would have told me to invest it in the stock market," he said with a wry smile. "He would have called it a foolish, emotional decision." He paused, his gaze growing distant. "But my mom... she would understand. She's a quiet romantic. She'd see the 'why' behind it." He looked at me. "She would like to meet you."

"My father was the same," I found myself sharing, opening a door to a part of my past I rarely spoke of. "Everything was about practicality, about saving for a rainy day. He believed grand gestures were reckless. I think... I think Asif was like that, too. Everything was a transaction."

"This isn't a transaction, Nabila," Ranjeet said, his voice firm but gentle. "And we are not our parents. Their story is written. We get to write our own." He lifted my hand and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. "And in our story, we are reckless with our love and ridiculously generous with our happiness. It's the only rule."

I felt a warmth spread through my chest, healing old wounds I didn't even know were still there. "I like that rule," I whispered.
The buzz of the doorbell announcing the pizza's arrival broke the spell. Soon, we were back on the floor, this time with a large pizza box open between us, the delicious scent filling the air. We ate and talked, sharing stories about our families-about his mischievous younger sister, about my sweet memories of my brother Sameer when we were children, about the funny quirks of our respective parents.

Adnan chattered happily about his cartoon movie while I served him the first slice, carefully making sure it wasn't too hot.
I watched Ranjeet out of the corner of my eye. He wasn't just being polite; he was engaged, asking Adnan about the movie's hero, listening with genuine interest. He seemed to fit so effortlessly into this little world I had built for my son and me.

Remembering a playful impulse, I picked up two slices of black olive from the shared topping container. I leaned over and placed them on Adnan's slice of plain cheese pizza. "Look," I whispered to him, "your pizza has eyes."
Adnan giggled, pointing. "He needs a mouth!"

I obliged, finding a curved piece of green bell pepper and setting it below the olives, creating a wide, happy grin.
Adnan clapped his hands in delight before taking a huge, cheesy bite out of the pizza face. I looked up from his happy expression and found Ranjeet watching the two of us. He wasn't just looking at me anymore. His gaze was sweeping over the scene-my easy laughter, Adnan's messy, joyful face-and the look on his face was one of such profound tenderness it almost undid me. 

[monikapu32]

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Very nice narration 
Slow but romantic and erotic

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[Yash121]

Mind-blowing