Adultery Undercover Desires

[NityaSakti]

The story seems to be dragging a bit and started boring. Is that just for me.

[Rakul1985]

The story seems to be dragging a bit and started boring. Is that just for me.

Yes, I lost interest with new twists.

[momass]

The story seems to be dragging a bit and started boring. Is that just for me.

same here ,this story was supposed to have strong emotions ,but now only sex 

eariler heavy emotion between danish and kavya ,but now danish wants to her MIL,and we will soon see danish fucking ,kavya ,her mother ,her friends ,or other relatives ,and even feroz will join danish 

we have no problem with new characters ,but their should be a motive or emotions

you left rahul ,like he was nothing in story ,danish broke a family and a man who working hard for his family happiness ,how any person can easily went out from their life ,no way 

 when a decent person leaves his decency,he becomes the most dangerous man 
 

rahul will definitly come ,rahul has to come ,rahul must come ,to seeks his revenge and kill danish


 #justice_for_rahul

[Chennaiboy]

[Ayush01111]

I also want justice for rahul but writer is ignoring my msg also he or she only listen one or 2 readers

[PELURI]

hi guys !

since author John isn't coming up with any update, I have read and read again the last update chapter 73.....लगता है some thing tragic is about to happen....appears Ksvya has noticed desperation brewing in Trisha..she's not convinced with Danish’s light hearted explanation about T missing her favourite dish washer....कुछ तो होने वाले हैं....kavya is likely to pick up a fight with Danish and accuse him to be a ? hunter....what do you feel...?

[Paty@123]

hi guys !

since author John isn't coming up with any update, I have read and read again the last update chapter 73.....लगता है some thing tragic is about to happen....appears Ksvya has noticed desperation brewing in Trisha..she's not convinced with Danish’s light hearted explanation about T missing her favourite dish washer....कुछ तो होने वाले हैं....kavya is likely to pick up a fight with Danish and accuse him to be a  ?  hunter....what do you feel...?

[masti.bhai]

same here ,this story was supposed to have strong emotions ,but now only sex 

eariler heavy emotion between danish and kavya ,but now danish wants to her MIL,and we will soon see danish fucking ,kavya ,her mother ,her friends ,or other relatives ,and even feroz will join danish 

we have no problem with new characters ,but their should be a motive or emotions

you left rahul ,like he was nothing in story ,danish broke a family and a man who working hard for his family happiness ,how any person can easily went out from their life ,no way 

 when a decent person leaves his decency,he becomes the most dangerous man 
 

rahul will definitly come ,rahul has to come ,rahul must come ,to seeks his revenge and kill danish


 #justice_for_rahul

Bhayya,
This is a wicked, erotic cuckold story. If you want hero type material, watch movies or read Chandamama stories.

We want the husband insulted or become a cuckold. We want real men with big lund to fuck Sankari, women. That's what makes this story kinky.

Grow up, see the beauty of cuckoldry where one enjoys the beautiful wife and other family women get banged by beasts with their topi-less lund.

I'll add this - the day Rahul wins, I'll stop reading the story as it would've lost its kick.

[PELURI]

hi momass ! Rahul may come back....if he comes back, he has to comeback as man tranformed, mentally strong and physically virile to match Kavya's zest for fucking and he may fuck to her satisfaction and both can live together again...all said, K has always loved R ( perhaps bcoz he's the one to have popped her cherry) but the big Q here is why should he kill D....D can move on....

[John446]

CHAPTER – 74

Danish woke before the azaan. The old house was still asleep. He rolled out of bed, pulled on track pants, and went to the courtyard for push-ups and surya-namaskar under the slowly lightening sky. Every downward dog reminded him of her (back arched, hips high, the exact pose he had watched from the shadows that first morning). He did 108 rounds instead of his usual 54. Punishment and prayer at the same time.
By 8:30 AM he was at the office, smiling at colleagues, chairing meetings, signing contracts. No one noticed the way his hand sometimes drifted to the side of his own neck, thumb pressing the spot where her nails had left faint crescents that night.
At lunch he sat alone on the terrace, staring at a plate of biryani he barely tasted. He opened the chat with Kavya, sent her a heart, then opened the chat with “Mummy ji ❤️” (he had changed the contact name three nights ago and hated how much he loved seeing it).
Delhi – same morning Trisha woke at 4:55 AM, five minutes before her alarm. She lay motionless beside Rajesh’s gentle snores, feeling the familiar ache low in her belly. She slipped out of bed, padded to the balcony, unrolled her mat, and began yoga while the sky was still indigo.
Every pose felt like confession: Uttanasana (her nightie riding up exactly the way it had when he watched). Virabhadrasana II (hips open, chest lifted, remembering how his palm had covered her entire lower back). She held each asana longer than necessary, breathing through the burn, eyes closed, imagining his gaze on her skin.
By 7:30 AM she was in the kitchen making Rajesh’s sugar-free tea and Kavya’s favourite poha. She caught herself adding extra elaichi without thinking. Kavya noticed.
“Mummy, you’re putting elaichi like Danish does.” Trisha’s hand jerked; tea almost spilled. She laughed it off. Kavya didn’t press.
The day dragged: grocery shopping, physiotherapist visit for Rajesh, folding laundry (she lingered over one of Danish’s kurtas that had been left behind, pressed it to her face for one guilty second, then folded it with shaking hands).
In the night Danish had just ended the nightly video call with Kavya. She had fallen asleep mid-sentence, phone propped on the pillow, mouth slightly open, hair fanned across the screen. He watched her for a minute, smiling at the soft snore she always denied making, then whispered “love you” and hung up.
The room felt too large again.
He lay on his back in the dark, one arm flung over his eyes, trying to summon the familiar ache of missing his wife.
Instead he felt a different ache, lower, sharper, impossible to name out loud.
His thumb moved on its own and texted Trisha.

Danish 1:17 AM Namaste, Mummy ji ? Hope the message doesn’t disturb. Just wanted to take an update on Papa ji’s health.
Mummy ji 1:18 AM Namaste beta ? No disturbance at all. Papa ji slept peacefully tonight. BP 128/82, sugar normal. Doctor reduced one tablet today.
Danish 1:19 AM Jai Shri Krishna! That’s wonderful news ? Please give him my pranaam when he wakes up.
Mummy ji 1:20 AM I will. He keeps asking when you’ll come again. How are you keeping, beta?
Danish 1:22 AM Missing home… and the food here tastes different without your hands in it.
Mummy ji 1:23 AM Arre, now you’re making me blush at 1 AM ? Kavya is asleep. She spent the evening helping me with the puja ghar cleaning. Said she misses doing it with you.
Danish 1:24 AM Tell her I miss lighting the diya with her every evening. And I miss someone scolding me for putting too much ghee in the halwa ?
Mummy ji 1:26 AM That someone still makes halwa with extra ghee and thinks of a certain someone while stirring ?
Danish 1:27 AM My waistline is suffering without that halwa.
Mummy ji 1:28 AM Good. Come back soon and suffer properly ?
They talk gently for the next hour and fifty minutes:
• Papa ji’s new walking record (twelve steps without support)
• The marigold garland Trisha made for the small home Ganesh ji today
• How Kavya has started adding extra elaichi in chai “because someone likes it that way”
• How Danish still can’t fall asleep without imagining the smell of Mummy ji’s kitchen at 6 AM
• The stray cat that now waits on the balcony every dawn for milk
• How Trisha found Danish’s forgotten prayer cap in the guest-room drawer and keeps it on the puja shelf now
Every sentence perfectly respectful. Every pause humming with everything they are not saying.
Mummy ji 3:07 AM Beta, it’s past 3. You have work tomorrow.
Danish 3:08 AM Just a few more minutes… please, Mummy ji.
Mummy ji 3:09 AM Only because you said please ?
Danish 3:14 AM Talking to you makes the nights shorter. Thank you for always replying, even at this hour.
Mummy ji 3:16 AM Thank you for always checking on us, beta. It means the world.
Danish 3:18 AM Jai Shri Krishna, Mummy ji. Sweet dreams.
Mummy ji 3:19 AM Radhe Radhe, beta ? May Bholenath keep you safe and happy.
The chat ends at 3:21 AM.
Two phones rest on two nightstands. Two hearts settle into the first peaceful quiet they’ve known in weeks.
They never mentioned that morning. They never needed to.
Every “Namaste”, every “Jai Shri Krishna”, every careful, loving word carried the weight of ninety-eight seconds that changed everything.
And for tonight, that was enough.

[PELURI]

perfect 'undercover desires'....nerve wrecking promises ...possibilities galore....can't wait for next episodes...midst of all, created beautiful family moments...great going...

[Ayush01111]

We want justice now there is no maza in this story till rahul come back with rage of his nafrat and kavya dad bring kavya to rahul then there will be justification

[Astroboy11]

Hehe, there’s a bit of chat happening here about the broken marriage and revenge. The author has previously said that he was not sure about R in terms of building his character. If one were to read the whole story then it makes sense - the other characters have been built up a whole lot more and have more “screen time”. The expectation to bring him back seems unrealistic.
That being said, I want R back to take revenge coz that’s what I’m craving. There don’t seem to be too many of those revenge arc stories whereas there are plenty of cuck stories. I’m not wrong in wanting variety here on this site.
The notion of R accepting K back is disgusting. Who wants that ruined pussy anyway? What I’ve been advocating for is an ice cold revenge that would make even the staunchest of R supporters sympathise with K’s and D’s plight. I want to wank to that.

[John446]

CHAPTER – 75

Rajesh’s recovery had been nothing short of miraculous. He now walked the entire length of the house without the walker, insisted on watering the marigolds himself, and had started teasing Trisha about her “over-protective nurse” routine.
Kavya sent Danish daily updates with photos: Papa ji doing light dumbbells, Papa ji laughing at an old Amitabh film, Papa ji stealing an extra gulab jamun when Trisha wasn’t looking.
Feroz, back in Hyderabad, had also stayed in touch.
He called Kavya once a week “just to check on uncle’s health”, his deep, calm voice always gentle and concerned. He texted every few days: short, polite messages asking for BP readings or how the new medicines were suiting Rajesh uncle. Kavya always replied promptly, gratefully.
Trisha had insisted on a mother-daughter shopping trip to Sarojini Nagar. “Just us girls,” she said with a wink. “You’ve been looking after everyone; let me spoil my daughter a little.”
They came home laden with bags: three satin nighties (wine-red, midnight-blue, blush-pink), two chiffon sarees (emerald and crimson), and matching lace lingerie sets that made Kavya blush so hard Trisha laughed for five straight minutes.
Back home, Rajesh napped, the house quiet.
Kavya locked her bedroom door, heart racing with excitement.
She tried everything on, one by one, taking mirror selfies in each outfit for Danish:
Wine-red satin nightie with black lace trim – robe open, one strap fallen, hand between thighs, shy-sexy smile.
Midnight-blue nightie – sheer enough to hint at everything, nipples faintly visible.
Blush-pink set – tiny lace bra and panties, sheer robe, posing on the bed.
Emerald saree – dbangd low on hips, sleeveless blouse, pallu slipping off shoulder.
Crimson saree – backless blouse, midriff completely bare, seductive side pose.
Five perfect photos. She selected all of them, caption ready:

https://imgur.com/a/a2UY1KY

https://imgur.com/a/7yMCrxK

https://imgur.com/a/j5iQ3eY

https://imgur.com/a/Cjrp5r0

https://imgur.com/a/NyKnaRc

https://imgur.com/a/LiWOEiW

Kavya → Danish 11:41 PM Mummy took me shopping today ❤️ pick your favourite… or all of them can’t wait to wear these for you
At that exact moment, a message from Feroz slid down:
Papa 11:41 PM Kavya beta, everything okay? Did Papa ji take his 8 PM BP tablet? Doctor called to remind.
Two chats open side-by-side. Kavya’s thumb (still flushed and excited from posing) tapped the wrong one.
Send all.
Five photos flew.
Delivered. Seen in 0.5 seconds.
Blue ticks.
Kavya’s blood froze.
She stared at the screen in absolute horror.
Five photos (wine-red nightie with hand between thighs, midnight-blue sheer, blush-pink lace lingerie, emerald saree with bare midriff, crimson backless blouse) now sitting in her father-in-law’s chat.
Seen.
Her phone slipped from her fingers and hit the carpet. She waited.
Feroz was sitting alone on the terrace sofa, a half-read Urdu poetry book open on his lap, the courtyard fountain trickling softly in the background. His phone buzzed once. A message from Kavya.
He opened it expecting the usual health update.
Instead five photos loaded in rapid succession.
Wine-red satin nightie, robe open, hand between her thighs.
Midnight-blue sheer silk, nipples faintly visible through the fabric.
Blush-pink lace bra and panty set, robe barely covering anything.
Emerald saree dbangd low on her hips, backless blouse, midriff glowing.
Crimson georgette saree, pallu slipped off one shoulder, seductive side pose.
Papa is typing…
Dots appeared for twenty-three seconds.
Then:
Papa 11:42:08 PM Beta, all five photos deleted instantly. Nothing saved, nothing cached. Your privacy is completely safe with me.
Papa 11:42:31 PM You look absolutely radiant. Danish is the luckiest man alive. Don’t worry even for a second. Everything is alright.
Papa 11:42:54 PM Good night, beta. Sleep peacefully.
Kavya sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, phone in both hands, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.
Kavya 11:43:22 PM Thank you, Papa ❤️ I don’t know what to say. Good night.
She turned the phone face-down, curled into a ball under the blanket still wearing the wine-red nightie, and cried quietly (relief mixed with lingering shame).
In Hyderabad, Feroz stood alone on the dark terrace, phone clenched in his fist.
He had lied.
He had deleted the photos from the chat. He had cleared the recently-deleted folder. He had turned on airplane mode and restarted the phone.
But in the 1.8 seconds before his conscience caught up, he had long-pressed each image and saved them to a hidden, password-protected folder titled “Old Book Scans”.
Five photos now lived there: wine-red satin nightie with hand between thighs, midnight-blue sheer silk, blush-pink lace lingerie, emerald saree with bare midriff, crimson backless blouse.
He stood under the cold night sky, breathing slow and deliberate, guilt and forbidden heat twisting so tightly he felt physically ill.
He had broken a trust.
He had looked at his bahu (his son’s wife) in ways no father-in-law ever should.
And he had kept the evidence.
He whispered a dua into the darkness (for forgiveness, for strength, for the day he would have the courage to delete them forever).
But tonight was not that day.

[PELURI]

All the shopping only for K....nothing for T...?  the pics anyway are not opening....the update is too short....need a big one urgently plz.

[John446]

All the shopping only for K....nothing for T...?  the pics anyway are not opening....the update is too short....need a big one urgently plz.

i have updated the full update, i tried to post the picture too but its not opening maybe some problem with the website and because of that i couldn't  post the full update. But i have uploaded the pics and put the links and also updated the post.

[PELURI]

i have updated the full update, i tried to post the picture too but its not opening maybe some problem with the website and because of that i couldn't  post the full update. But i have uploaded the pics and put the links and also updated the post.

yep.....pics have opened.

[Paty@123]

Is it going unknown swapping, or something else,and where is Rahul,has he been disappeared or writer forgotten about his charector, if not some reaction for the betrayal of his friend where he has given bred and butter,and betrayal of his wife, I am expecting some cold revenge for the betrayal of these both

[masti.bhai]

What a kick! You're a master story teller.
Lot of respect.
Guess it's going to be DIL-FIL and SIL-MIL erotica. Yummy

[Chennaiboy]

AMAZAING. REQUIRED A LENGTHY PART ABOUT THE SWAPPING