Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

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>Afrah Fatima-age 24 - currently engaged to Sohail ,
is insta makeup vlogger /influencer,work in small it firm



Sohail Syed-age. 28-work at a mnc , height -5.8
Avg looking but fair skin guy


Vishal khattar -age-29- 6"2 haryanvi guy , recenlty joined the firm Aafrah is working,and the new CEO.



Afrah was everything that a guy could dream of , she was 5"5 ,with fair skin with an heavenly face and  body that even her modest dress couldn't failed hide her curves .Sohail was considered himself very lucky that he was engaged to her about to get married in few months. For him it was like winning a million dollars lottery ,Aafrah was as beautiful as she was modest,she dresses very modest dress that covers her body fully, wear head scarf most of the time and she is quite religious and it's seems  she didn't have any relationship in the past unlike the girls he encountered . 

It was an arrange marriage set up.



Arfah pov:- 

It was a hectic day at her work ,she had an pretty nasty argument with a colleague ,there was so much work to do.The new boss haven't joined the office yet ,he was supposed to join 3 days ago for this reason some much work is pending  and pilling up on her.
It was Friday so she was at the mall currently 
strolling alone as it gives her peace ,also she was looking at new cosmetic products,she had not posted a reel since 2 days she thought.She was small time influencer with followers around 100k ,she likes posting her make tutorial videos.

As she was strolling she remembers something she wanted to buy.Afrah strides purposefully toward the display, only to find a muscular man already examining the handbag with a self-satisfied smirk.

Afrah: (clearly annoyed, hands on hips) “Are you seriously trying to buy that? I’ve been eyeing it for weeks.”

The man: (glancing up with a mischievous grin) “Well, isn’t that a coincidence. I just decided I need it now. Must be fate.”


Afrah: (scoffing) “Fate? More like sheer arrogance. You know, some of us actually do research before swooping in at the last minute.”

The man: (raising an eyebrow, leaning closer) “Ah, but isn’t it more fun to make a dramatic entrance? Besides, I’ve got to say, your passion for this handbag is almost as captivating as you are.”

Afrah: (rolling her eyes, though a hint of a smile tugs at her lips) “Save the charm for someone else. This isn’t a pickup game, and you’re not impressing me with your antics.



The man: (chuckling, his gaze lingering on her) “You might be surprised. It’s not every day I meet someone who can challenge me so effortlessly. Makes you quite memorable.”

Afrah: (trying to stay composed, but clearly flustered) “And yet, here we are, having a pointless argument over a purse. I’m taking it, so you can either step aside or continue to make yourself look foolish.”

The man’s grin widens, clearly enjoying the playful tension between them. Lila reaches past him to grab the handbag, her hand brushing against his arm.

 

He: (with a smirk, teasingly) “You know, if you wanted to catch my attention, you didn’t need to be so aggressive. But I can’t deny, it’s refreshing.”

Afrah: (taking the handbag, giving him a cool stare) “I’d rather you didn’t get too used to it. I’m taking this and leaving. You can keep your charm for someone who’s more interested.”

As Afrah turns to leave, her irritation melts into a small, satisfied smile.



Afrah steps into a trendy boutique, the soft music and chic decor creating a pleasant atmosphere. She’s in search of new accessories, hoping to distract herself after a frustrating day. As she wanders through the store, her gaze falls upon a familiar figure near the accessory section.

Afrah is there, and this time he’s with a stunning woman dressed in a stylish crop top and a short skirt. The two are engaged in a lively conversation, their close proximity and easy laughter drawing Afrah's attention.

Afrah is there, and this time he’s with a stunning woman dressed in a stylish crop top and a short skirt. The two are engaged in a lively conversation, their close proximity and easy laughter drawing Afrahs attention.

Afrah’s heart skips a beat as she recognizes the stranger. A twinge of jealousy flares up inside her, but she quickly quashes it. Reminding herself of her engagement and the fact that the man is essentially a stranger, she forces herself to stay composed.

She takes a deep breath, focusing on the array of handbags and scarves displayed nearby. Trying to ignore the little knot of envy tightening in her stomach, she examines various items with a deliberate air of nonchalance.


As she inspects a set of elegant scarves, she overhears snippets of the stranger and the woman’s conversation. Their chemistry is palpable, and despite her best efforts to ignore them, Afrah can’t help but notice the way the man’s attention seems entirely on his companion.

Trying to maintain her focus, Afrah finally picks out a few accessories she likes, but her thoughts keep drifting back to Ethan and the woman. She reminds herself that she should stay focused on her shopping and not let her emotions get the better of her.

After selecting a few items, she heads toward the checkout, casting one last glance in the mans direction. He’s still chatting animatedly with the woman, completely absorbed in their interaction.

she shakes her head slightly, trying to dismiss her lingering feelings. She completes her purchase and exits the store, making her way through the mall with renewed determination to focus on her own life and responsibilities.

As she walks away, Afrah resolves to keep her emotions in check and not let the presence of a stranger- no matter how charming  he is.

The parking lot is dimly lit and unusually quiet, save for the distant hum of city traffic. Afrah, having just finished her shopping, makes her way toward her car. As she approaches, a faint, intimate sound catches her attention.

Curious and slightly uneasy, she follows the sound and rounds a corner. There, in a secluded part of the lot, she spots the handsome  stranger and his companion locked in a passionate kiss. Their embrace is intense, the stranger’s hands resting firmly on the woman’s hips as they kiss deeply, lost in their own world.

Afrah's heart skips a beat as she recognizes him. Her initial surprise gives way to a twinge of jealousy, despite her best efforts to stay detached. She stands there for a moment, both captivated and uncomfortable, as the couple continues their intimate exchange.

The sounds of their kissing are audible in the stillness of the parking lot, adding to the charged atmosphere. Afrah feels a mix of emotions—an unwelcome pang of longing and an acute sense of intrusion. She’s acutely aware of how private and intense the moment is.The sounds of their kissing are audible in the stillness of the parking lot, adding to the charged atmosphere. Lila feels a mix of emotions—an unwelcome pang of longing and an acute sense of intrusion. She’s acutely aware of how private and intense the moment is.
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Realizing she’s standing too close, Afrah quickly looks away, her cheeks flushed. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself and regain her sense of control. Feeling a surge of awkwardness, she hurries back to her car, her movements brisk and unsteady.
As she drives away from the parking lot, Afrah's thoughts whirl. The unexpected encounter has stirred up emotions she hadn't anticipated. She focuses on calming her racing heart and clearing her mind, determined to put the unsettling experience behind her.



 2 days later 

The office break room is bustling with morning activity as employees grab their coffee and chat before starting their workday. Afrah, nursing a cup of coffee, listens as her colleague Sneha, known for her animated storytelling, engages a small group of coworkers.

Sneha: (excitedly, with a hint of gossip) “Did you guys hear? The new boss started today, and let me tell you, he’s not just any new hire. He’s incredibly attractive—like, seriously.”

Myra: (curious) “Oh, really? What’s he like?”

Sneha: (leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper) “Well, he’s got this striking presence. Tall, with a really strong build. And his eyes—there’s this intense, presence. Tall, with a really strong build. And his eyes—there’s this intense, almost magnetic quality to them. You can’t help but notice how his suit fits him perfectly. It’s like he walked out of a fashion magazine.”

Coworker 2: (grinning) “Sounds like he’s got the looks. What about his personality?”

Sneha: (flashing a playful smile) “From what I’ve heard, he’s confident and charming, too. Apparently, he has this way of commanding attention without even trying. It’s the kind of thing that makes you notice him the moment he walks into a room.”

Afrah: (trying to focus on her coffee, but unable to ignore the conversation) “It sounds like he’s making quite an impression.”

Sneha: (nodding enthusiastically) “Oh, definitely. I mean, he’s got this charisma that’s hard to ignore. There’s something almost… magnetic about him. I’d say he’s got ‘leading man’ written all over him. And from what I’ve seen so far, he’s definitely one to watch.”

Afrah listens to Sneha’s description, feeling a mix of intrigue and distraction. The prospect of meeting the new boss and the detailed, almost flirtatious way Sneha describes him leaves her with a curious sense of anticipation.

As the conversation shifts to other topics, Afrah can’t help but think about the new boss and the impression he’s likely to make  on everyone in the office. 


Afrah’s heart skipped a beat as she walked into the conference room, Sneha by her side. They had both been eagerly anticipating meeting their new boss, the person everyone in the office had been talking about. As they stepped in, Afrah's eyes widened in shock. Sitting confidently at the head of the table was the handsome stranger she had run into just a few days ago.

He was just as striking as she remembered, with sharp features and a captivating presence that seemed to fill the room. Afrah tried to compose herself, but the surprise was written all over her face. Sneha nudged her playfully, whispering, "You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Afrah quickly looked away, trying to hide the flush creeping up her cheeks. The stranger—now their boss—locked eyes with her and gave a slight, knowing smile. It was clear he remembered her too. This was going to be interesting.



Afrah stood outside her boss's cabin, clutching the file tightly. Her heart was racing, and she hesitated for a moment, remembering their brief yet unforgettable encounter. Summoning her courage, she knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came the deep, familiar voice from inside.

She pushed the door open and stepped in, her eyes meeting his as she introduced herself. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m Afrah. I’ve brought the files you requested.” As she glanced at his nameplate, it all clicked—Vishal. So, this was the name of the man she couldn’t stop thinking about.


Vishal leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk on his face. “I thought you might not come to the cabin,” he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Afrah raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with newfound confidence. “Why shouldn’t I?” she replied coolly, a hint of challenge in her voice.

Vishal chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the exchange. “No reason,” he said, still smiling. “Just glad you did.”

Afrah nodded, placing the file on his desk with a firm hand. “If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work,” she said, maintaining her poise despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Vishal watched her for a moment longer, then nodded. “Thank you, Afrah. I’ll let you know if I need anything else.”



As Afrah returned to her desk, her mind kept drifting back to that night. She had been at a friend’s party, stepping out for some fresh air when she’d stumbled upon a private moment. Hidden in the shadows, she saw Vishal, her new boss, lost in a passionate kiss with a woman. The memory replayed in vivid detail—the way his strong hands gripped the woman’s waist, the soft, wet sounds of their kisses, the intensity of the moment.

Afrah shook her head, trying to focus on her work, but the images wouldn’t leave her. She remembered the way Vishal had looked that night—his usual composed demeanor replaced by raw desire. The scene had been so unexpected, so intimate, and now it was stuck in her mind, looping over and over.She felt a warmth spreading through her, a strange mix of curiosity and something deeper she hadn’t expected. Her heart raced, and a flush crept up her neck. Afrah was startled by her own reaction—why was she feeling this way? She pressed a hand to her chest, taking a deep breath, but the feeling lingered, making it hard to concentrate.

The office around her buzzed with activity, but Afrah was lost in her thoughts, her mind tangled in the memory of Vishal. She tried to shake it off, but the pull was strong, leaving her both flustered and intrigued by the man who was now her boss.

Afrah knew she needed to clear her head, but as the day went on, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen—or how it had made her feel.



Afrah was lost in her thoughts when the familiar buzz of her phone pulled her back to reality. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from Sohail, her fiancé. She sighed, pushing aside the lingering images of Vishal, and opened the chat.

Sohail: Hey, how’s work going?

Afrah: Hey! It’s good, just the usual stuff. How about you?

Sohail: Same here. Busy as always. I was thinking… day after tomorrow's a holiday. Want to meet up?

Afrah hesitated for a second, still feeling the distraction from her earlier thoughts. But she knew she needed to focus on her relationship with Sohail.

Afrah: Sure, sounds good. Where do you want to go?

Sohail: How about that new café near your office? I heard it’s really nice.

Afrah: Perfect, see you there at 11?

Sohail: 11 it is. Looking forward to it!

Afrah smiled softly as she put her phone down. Sohail was reliable, steady, everything she thought she wanted. Yet, as she sat back and tried to refocus on her work, her mind still wandered back to Vishal and that night. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, reminding herself that she had a good thing going with Sohail. 



Sohail leaned back in his chair, a wide smile spreading across his face as he read Afrah's last message. He could hardly believe his luck—being engaged to someone like Afrah still felt surreal. She was everything he had ever dreamed of: intelligent, beautiful, and effortlessly charming. He knew she was way out of his league, and sometimes it still amazed him how an arranged setup had led to their engagement.

Scrolling through Instagram, Sohail stopped at one of Afrah's recent videos. She was laughing, her hair catching the sunlight, her smile bright and radiant. He replayed it a few times, unable to get enough of the sight of her. Even through a screen, she had a way of capturing his attention completely. His
thoughts drifted, imagining their future together. The thought of their upcoming honeymoon filled his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation.

He pictured them alone, away from the prying eyes of their families, in a beautiful, private setting. He imagined holding her, kissing her, exploring every inch of the woman he was so captivated by. The thought sent a thrill through him, and he couldn’t wait to make those fantasies a reality.

Sohail’s phone buzzed again, snapping him out of his daydream. It was a work message, reminding him of the tasks he still had to finish. With a sigh, he set his phone down and tried to focus, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Afrah. Tomorrow, he would see her, and every time they met, he felt like
he was getting a little closer to the life he’d always wanted with her.

Afrah pov:

Afrah stepped into Vishal’s cabin once again, her nerves tingling as she approached his desk. She was determined to keep her composure, even as memories of that night in the mall parking lot kept flooding her mind. She had seen him then, wrapped up in a heated kiss with a woman, his hands gripping her hips possessively. The sight had left an impression that was hard to shake, and now, as she stood before him, Afrah couldn’t help but wonder if Vishal had noticed her that night.

Vishal glanced up, a familiar teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Afrah,” he greeted smoothly, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual confidence. “You’re
back again. People might start to think you like spending time in my office.”

Afrah rolled her eyes, though a small smile crept onto her face. “I’m just doing my job, Vishal,” she said, setting the file on his desk. “But thanks for the compliment.”

Vishal’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Oh, you’re good at more than just your job,” he said, his voice dropping into a flirtatious tone. “You’ve got a fire in you—feisty, determined, takes whatever she wants.” He smirked, and Afrah felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of flattery and intrigue.

As she tried to maintain her composure, her eyes drifted to his hands—those veiny, strong hands she couldn’t forget. The memory of them gripping the woman’s hips resurfaced, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Vishal knew she had been watching from the shadows that night.

She decided to probe, trying to sound casual
'I think you also takes what you want sir' she said, testing the waters. 


Vishal’s smile widened, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Ah, the mall,” he said, as if savoring a private joke. “Yeah, I remember. It was quite a busy evening. And yes I takes what  I want  ,but that evening we wanted the same thing especially if it’s something that catches my eye.” His tone was layered with meaning, and Afrah felt a spark of suspicion. Did he know she was there? Was he referring to the moment when she had seen him in that compromising position


Afrah’s heart raced as she tried to dig deeper without giving herself away. “Busy night, indeed,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease growing inside her. “Must have been nice, getting what you wanted… or letting someone else get what they wanted.”

Vishal’s gaze lingered on her, slowly drifting down to take in her figure. Even in her modest shalwar, he didn’t hide his appreciation for her curves. Afrah felt a shiver run through her as she noticed his eyes tracing the lines of her silhouette, his attention blatant and unapologetic.

Vishal’s grin widened, a knowing glint flashing in his eyes. He didn’t directly answer her question but instead watched her with a look that said he was fully aware of the unspoken tension between them. “Timing is everything, Afrah,” he said ambiguously, leaning back in his chair. “Sometimes, you just have to let things unfold naturally. Don’t you think?”


Vishal chuckled, his gaze never wavering. “Exactly,” he said, his voice soft yet charged with unspoken implications. “And sometimes, being noticed—or noticing someone—is all that matters

Afrah swallowed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. The way he looked at her—like he knew exactly what she was thinking—left her both flustered and intrigued. She nodded, managing a polite smile, though her mind was racing with questions. Had Vishal seen her in the parking lot that night? Did he know she had witnessed that intimate moment?

Afrah felt a thrill run through her, a mix of attraction and intrigue. Vishal’s flirtation was bold and unapologetic, and she found herself liking the way he looked at her. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, something electric and unspoken, and she couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of it



She excused herself from his cabin, her thoughts a whirlwind of curiosity and a growing attraction she couldn’t ignore. As she walked back to her desk, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Vishal was aware of far more than he let on, and she wondered just how much longer she could keep her curiosity—and her interest in him—under wraps.

Afrah managed to maintain her composure as she finished her conversation with Vishal. She excused herself, her mind still buzzing from their exchange. As she turned to leave his cabin, she could feel Vishal's gaze on her, a palpable heat that made her aware of every step she took.

Her hips swayed unconsciously as she walked out, a slight smile playing on her lips. She knew Vishal’s eyes were on her, appreciating the way she moved. The awareness of his gaze sent a thrill through her, heightening her senses as she made her way down the corridor.
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 Sohail pov:

Sohail paced around his apartment, glancing at the clock every few minutes. The anticipation of seeing Afrah again made him both excited and nervous. Despite their engagement, their interactions had been limited to just a few meetings and the occasional phone call. He lived in a different city for work, which made their time together all the more precious.

He thought about Afrah, his gorgeous fiancé. Even from their brief encounters, he had been struck by her grace, her intelligence, and her beauty. The way she carried herself, her soft laughter, and the way she seemed to light up a room had left a lasting impression on him.Today, as he prepared for their meeting, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves. He wanted everything to be perfect. He had been planning for this day—thinking about what to wear, what to say, and how to make a memorable impression. He wanted to show Afrah just how much he cared and how excited he was about their future together.

He carefully selected his outfit, opting for a smart yet relaxed look that he hoped would make him look both polished and approachable. He rehearsed a few lines in his head, trying to find the right balance between charming and sincere. His mind raced with thoughts about how to impress her, how to make her feel special, and how to ensure their time together was enjoyable.As he drove to the café where they had agreed to meet, he kept reminding himself to stay calm and be himself. The last thing he wanted was to come across as too nervous or overly eager. He just wanted to enjoy their time together, get to know her better, and strengthen the bond they had started to build.

When he finally arrived at the café, he took a deep breath and tried to relax. Seeing Afrah would be a welcome reprieve from the hectic pace of his life, and he couldn’t wait to spend some quality time with her. His excitement and nerves mingled as he waited for her arrival, hoping that their meeting would be the start of something wonderful.

As Sohail waited at the café, his excitement grew with every passing minute. When he finally saw Afrah walking towards him, his heart skipped a beat. She looked as stunning as ever, and seeing her in person made him feel a rush of warmth and admiration. Her beauty and elegance were even more striking up close.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

They settled into a cozy corner of the café and began chatting about everyday things—how her week had been, his latest work projects, and the small details of their lives. The conversation flowed easily, and Sohail enjoyed every moment of their interaction. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her, marveling at how lucky he felt to be engaged to someone like her.

However, he soon noticed that Afrah seemed a bit distracted. Her responses were polite but slightly offhand, and her gaze wandered more than usual. Sohail’s heart sank a little at the thought that something might be bothering her.

“Is everything okay?” he asked gently, trying to catch her eye. “You seem a bit preoccupied today.”

Afrah offered a small, forced smile. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a bit of work stuff on my mind,” she replied quickly, brushing off his concern.

Sohail didn’t press further, respecting her wish to keep things private. He tried to focus on making their time together enjoyable, talking about their future plans and the exciting possibilities that lay ahead. Despite her distraction, he was determined to make the day memorable for both of them.

After their conversation, they decided to catch a movie. Sohail felt a sense of relief as they settled into the theater, hoping that the relaxed atmosphere might help Afrah unwind. They enjoyed the film, and the shared experience helped them reconnect, even if just a little.

When the movie ended, Sohail walked Afrah to her home. The day was fading into evening, and the quiet street seemed to offer a peaceful end to their time together. As they reached her doorstep, he gave her a warm, affectionate smile.

“I had a great time today,” he said sincerely. “I’m really looking forward to more moment 
Afrah smiled back, a touch of gratitude in her eyes. “Me too, Sohail. Thank you for today.”

He watched as she stepped inside and closed the door. As he drove away, Sohail reflected on their day. He hoped that whatever was on Afrah’s mind would sort itself out, and he resolved to be there for her in any way he could. For now, he felt a mix of contentment and lingering curiosity, eager for the next time they would be together.



Afrah pov:

As Afrah settled back into her routine after the day with Sohail, she couldn’t shake the feeling of boredom that had lingered from their meeting. The conversation had felt flat and uninspiring, a stark contrast to the stimulating and flirtatious exchanges she’d had with Vishal.

Since meeting Vishal, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. She found herself replaying their conversations and interactions in her mind, the thrill of his attention and the undeniable chemistry they shared. Even now, as she reflected on her time with Sohail, she couldn't help but compare it to the excitement she felt around Vishal.Since meeting Vishal, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. She found herself replaying their conversations and interactions in her mind, the thrill of his attention and the undeniable chemistry they shared. Even now, as she reflected on her time with Sohail, she couldn't help but compare it to the excitement she felt around Vishal.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a vivid memory of a dream she’d had the previous night. In the dream, Vishal had been kissing another woman, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive intensity. But the scene had shifted abruptly, and suddenly, she was the one in his arms.In the dream, their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Afrah could almost feel Vishal’s strong hands on her round buttocks, kneading and playing with them, sending waves of pleasure through her. Their mouths moved together in a wet, heated rhythm, the sound of their kissing echoing in her ears as if it were a living thing.[img]<a href=[/img]" />[img]<a href=[/img]

The sensations were so real, so vivid, that she could almost feel Vishal’s touch even now. His hands seemed to linger on her, exploring her curves with a deliberate slowness that made her heart race. The kiss was all-consuming, their bodies pressing together, making her body ache with longing.

She found herself shivering slightly at the intensity of the dream, the memory of Vishal’s touch and their passionate kiss lingering in her mind. It was as if her body had been awakened by the dream, craving something she couldn’t quite name but was drawn to with a fierce intensity.

As she tried to focus on her night, her thoughts kept drifting back to Vishal, the dream, and the undeniable allure he held over her. The contrast between the thrilling fantasies and the mundane reality of her day with Sohail was becoming increasingly stark, and Afrah knew she needed to find a way to reconcile these conflicting feelings.

Shivering slightly at the intensity of the dream, Afrah realized she had to address her feelings. She knew that continuing to see Vishal or letting her thoughts about him linger could jeopardize her relationship with Sohail. Despite the undeniable attraction and excitement she felt around Vishal, she needed to focus on her commitment to Sohail and avoid situations that could make things complicated.

“I should avoid Vishal as much as possible,” she thought, trying to steady herself. “It’s for the best. Otherwise, it could be bad for my relationship with Sohail.”As she tried to focus on her night, Afrah resolved to keep her distance from Vishal and concentrate on her relationship with Sohail. The contrast between her thrilling fantasies and the reality of her commitments weighed heavily on her, but she hoped that by steering clear of Vishal, she could find a way to reconcile her feelings and strengthen her relationship with Sohail.