Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

Sohail’s POV:**

Sohail’s insecurity had been growing steadily. The whispers from his friends, who harbored disdain for women working closely with men, only fueled his unease. Their comments about the potential for infidelity and their disapproval of her job had begun to gnaw at him. One evening, after yet another tense conversation with his friends, Sohail decided to surprise Afrah at the office. He wanted to show her his commitment and perhaps even clear the air between them.

As he approached the office, he noticed Afrah exiting her boss’s cabin. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed unusually flustered, though she didn’t see him. Sohail’s eyes narrowed as he observed a tall, handsome, and muscular man emerging from the same cabin. The man moved toward Afrah with a casual confidence, and Sohail noticed how she responded—her body language spoke volumes.

Afrah’s nervous laughter and the way she tried to maintain her composure made Sohail’s heart race. The man’s presence and their interaction seemed too familiar, sparking a flare of jealousy. Sohail couldn’t hear their conversation, but the sight alone was enough to set off alarm bells in his mind.

Unable to contain his curiosity and mounting frustration, Sohail approached Afrah. She was momentarily startled upon seeing him but quickly masked her surprise with a practiced smile. Sohail took a deep breath, trying to steady his growing agitation.

“Hey, Afrah,” he said with forced casualness, “I didn’t expect to find you here. I was hoping we could have dinner tonight. I wanted to surprise you.”

Afrah introduced him to her boss, Vishal, with a brief but polite nod. Sohail did his best to appear nonchalant, masking the turmoil brewing inside. “Nice to meet you, Vishal. I hope you don’t mind if I borrow Afrah for the evening.”

Vishal gave a courteous smile, and with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes, he nodded. “Of course, Sohail. Enjoy your evening.”

Sohail and Afrah left the office together, but as they walked to the car, Sohail’s mind was racing. The image of Vishal’s confident demeanor and Afrah’s flushed cheeks lingered, stirring doubts and insecurities he was desperate to quell.



Scene: Coffee Shop

Sohail and Afrah settle into a cozy booth at their favorite coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and the ambient buzz of chatter provides a pleasant backdrop. Sohail is trying to be casual, but his mind is still preoccupied with the earlier encounter at the office.

As they sip their drinks, Sohail casually mentions Vishal. “You know, Afrah, I saw a picture of you and Vishal on Instagram. He seems like quite the character. How long have you been working with him?”

Afrah’s demeanor shifts noticeably. She tenses slightly, her eyes narrowing. “Oh, Vishal? He’s just my boss. I’ve been working with him for a while now. Why do you ask?”

Sohail, noticing her defensiveness, tries to probe further. “I just thought it was interesting. You know, seeing how close you and he seem. Does he treat his employees well?”

Afrah’s posture becomes more rigid. She meets his gaze with a mix of annoyance and firmness. “Vishal is a professional, and I don’t appreciate you bringing him up in this way. Our work relationship is strictly that—professional. I don’t see why you’re so concerned.”
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Sohail tries to smooth things over, feeling a pang of regret for pushing the issue. “I’m sorry if I came off as intrusive. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just curious.”

Afrah’s expression softens slightly, though she maintains a controlled composure. “It’s fine, Sohail. Just remember, some topics are better left undiscussed. Let’s not make this a bigger issue than it needs to be.”

Sohail nods, acknowledging her point. “Understood. I didn’t mean to press. I’ll drop it.”

The conversation moves on to lighter topics, but the earlier tension lingers in Sohail’s mind. He can’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort from Afrah’s reaction and the way she handled the situation. Despite the attempt to smooth things over, he remains troubled by the undercurrents of their discussion and the implications of her interactions with Vishal.



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Alone in his room, the darkness and silence only amplify Sohail’s thoughts. He can't shake the events of the day—the way Afrah was defensive, her hesitation when she introduced Vishal, and that damn blush on her face when she talked to him. Lying on his bed, Sohail stares at the ceiling, mind spiraling. 

*"Am I imagining things? Is there something between them?"* His head fills with conflicting emotions, but the unease refuses to settle. And then, as if on cue, his memory drifts to a conversation he had with his friends a few days ago. Ali and Javed had always been the loudest voices, especially when it came to women in the workplace. They were his boys, but lately, their words seemed to haunt him more than comfort him.

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**Conversations with Ali and Javed:**

It was just a few days ago, they were sitting in their usual spot at a roadside café, the scent of chai mixed with the smoke from Ali’s cigarette. Sohail had brought up Afrah casually, mentioning how busy she’d been with work. That’s all it took.

Ali leaned back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke, and shot him a knowing look. "Bro, women who work with men are always at risk of getting too close to their male colleagues. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen."

Sohail raised an eyebrow, half-smiling as if to brush it off, but Ali wasn’t done. He flicked the ash off his cigarette and continued. "Look, it’s not always their fault. It’s the environment. Men, we know how to play the game. Women might not mean to stray, but when you're surrounded by guys all day… it's only a matter of time before something happens."

Sohail had felt uneasy, but then Javed chimed in with a story. "You know, my cousin? His wife works in an office. She was quiet, always seemed so loyal. But guess what? She had a guy at work she was seeing behind his back for months." 

Javed leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "She even went on a business trip with him. My cousin found out from her messages. She was saying stuff like ‘I can’t wait to be alone with you.’ Can you imagine?" Javed laughed bitterly. "My cousin trusted her, man. And now? Divorce."

Sohail felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Javed’s story felt too real, too close to home. He had shaken his head, trying to laugh it off at the time. "Afrah's not like that."

But Javed just shrugged. "That's what my cousin thought, too."

Then Ali chimed back in, adding fuel to the fire. "Oh, and you remember that woman from our neighborhood? Her husband works in the Gulf, right? She used to bring her boyfriend to the house while he was away. A guy from her past. And guess what? Even her in-laws didn’t know for the longest time. She was sneaking him in like it was nothing." Ali chuckled darkly, taking another drag. "It’s always the ones you least expect."

The vivid details Ali shared had left Sohail feeling more unsettled. He had thought about that conversation for days now. The image of that woman, sneaking her boyfriend into her husband's house, sent chills down his spine.

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Now, back in his room, those stories play over and over again in Sohail’s mind. He tries to push them away, telling himself that Afrah is different. But every glance, every hesitation from her, every interaction with Vishal—all of it seems to fit into the narrative his friends painted.

*"What if they're right? What if Afrah is getting too close to Vishal? She was blushing today... and they seem too comfortable with each other. I need to trust her... but can I really ignore the signs?"*

The paranoia was growing, eating away at his mind. He couldn’t confront her—what if he was wrong? But what if he was right? He needed proof. He needed to know. And the worst part? His friends' voices echoed in his head, making it harder and harder to trust the woman he once felt so secure with. 

Sohail sat up in bed, staring at his phone. He opened Afrah’s Instagram profile again. Scrolled through her followers. Looked for Vishal. Then remembered her defensiveness when he brought him up. A chill ran down his spine.

*"I have to find out. I can't just sit here and hope."*



### **Sohail’s POV:**

Sohail sat in his room, the dim light from his phone illuminating his face. He read through the latest texts from Afrah, trying to decipher every word. His mind buzzed with the lingering echoes of his friends' voices, especially after their last conversation.

Ali’s warning felt like a constant presence in the back of his mind: *"Women who work with men... they’re always at risk. The men know how to get what they want."* Javed had been more direct: *"You’ve got to keep an eye on her. Trust me, if a guy at work starts paying her too much attention, she might not even realize when things start to change."* 

Their words haunted him, especially now that Afrah seemed... different. Was she? Or was he just overthinking everything?

### **Texting with Afrah:**
Sohail stared at his phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He decided to bring it up, to test the waters without sounding too controlling.

- **Sohail:** *"I noticed you’ve been posting a lot of pictures on Instagram lately. Maybe it’s better to keep some things private?"*

His heart pounded as he waited for her response. He wasn’t being unreasonable, was he? It’s just concern. That’s all.

- **Afrah:** *"Oh, so you don’t like my posts? I thought you always supported me."*

Sohail winced. He hadn’t expected that response. She was turning this on him already.

- **Sohail:** *"No, I do, but I just think—"*
- **Afrah:** *"What, you think I’m showing too much skin? Or is it because of the people who might see it? Should I just stay off social media entirely?"*

Her words stung, leaving him flustered. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to control her, but that’s exactly how she was making him feel. Was he wrong to say anything at all?

He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to regain some ground. But every response from Afrah just twisted the knife deeper, making him feel like the unreasonable one. He could almost hear Javed’s voice in his head, *"She’ll make you feel guilty if you push too much. That’s how they get you to back down."*


When they met for their next date, Sohail tried to broach the subject again, more carefully this time. He didn’t want to make a big deal of it, just… mention it.

- **Sohail:** *"I was thinking, you know, it’s good to have boundaries with people at work, especially the guys."*

He watched her closely, hoping she’d understand. But Afrah’s expression shifted. Her eyebrow arched, and Sohail’s stomach dropped.

- **Afrah:** *"Boundaries? Are you implying that I don’t know how to keep things professional?"*

His pulse quickened. He hadn’t meant it like that, but now he was backpedaling. Fast.

- **Sohail:** *"No, no, that’s not what I meant. I just… care about you."*

- **Afrah:** *"Care about me, or you don’t trust me?"*

The air between them felt heavier. Sohail opened his mouth, but no words came out. He felt trapped, his carefully constructed plan to sound reasonable slipping through his fingers. Every move he made to guide the conversation, Afrah expertly deflected. It was like she was the one pulling the strings, not him. She was too sharp for this, and she knew exactly what he was trying to do.


Afrah’s words circled him like vultures, picking apart his every insecurity. When had she gotten so good at this? He thought back to their earlier conversations, to how she’d always been so sweet, so understanding. Now, she was cutting through his concerns, making him question whether he was the one being irrational.

- **Afrah:** *"Why are you so paranoid? You think I’m going to cheat on you just because I have male coworkers?"*

- **Sohail:** *"No, it’s not that…"*

But it was. Wasn’t it?

Afrah pressed further, her smirk like a silent victory.

- **Afrah:** *"Or is this about you? Are you the one who’s insecure, Sohail? Are your friends filling your head with this nonsense?"*

He felt the ground crumble beneath him. His confidence, whatever little he had when he started this conversation, was gone. She was turning it around on him so easily, making him feel ridiculous for even bringing it up. His throat was dry, and he suddenly hated the fact that he couldn’t find the right words to defend himself.


By the end of their conversation, Sohail was apologizing for things he hadn’t even intended to apologize for. He was left fumbling for explanations, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t being paranoid. But the truth was, Afrah had completely outmaneuvered him.

- **Sohail:** (sighing) *"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I don’t trust you."*

- **Afrah:** (calmly, with that same slight smile) *"I know, Sohail. It’s okay. But you should learn to trust me more. We’re in this together, right?"*

Her words were comforting on the surface, but deep down, they felt hollow. Sohail’s grip on the conversation had slipped entirely, and he knew it. As they wrapped up their date, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Afrah had won, that she’d played him perfectly. The power dynamic between them had shifted, and once again, he was left confused, frustrated, and more paranoid than ever.

As they said their goodbyes, Sohail replayed the evening over and over in his mind. Had he been too harsh? Too weak? Was he imagining things, or was Afrah actually hiding something? He didn’t know anymore.

In his car, on the drive home, Ali’s voice echoed in his mind: *"Don’t let her get the upper hand, man. If you do, you’ll never get it back."* But it was too late. He’d lost it—lost control of the conversation, of his confidence, of everything. And Afrah knew it.


### **Afrah’s POV:**

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Afrah let out a frustrated sigh. Sohail’s subtle attempts to control her had stirred something in her—an anger that she couldn’t shake. How dare he accuse her, question her integrity? It was infuriating and, frankly, beneath their relationship. She had spent the evening stewing over his behavior, trying to calm the growing storm of irritation within her.
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But just as she was about to dive back into her thoughts, a notification pinged on her phone. She picked it up and saw a message from Vishal. Her anger momentarily forgotten, she felt her lips curl into a smile.

- **Vishal:** *“Hi sexy”*

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and pleasure. Vishal’s boldness always managed to catch her off guard, and tonight was no different. She was still fuming from her argument with Sohail, but Vishal’s casual, flirtatious message was a welcome distraction.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

She started typing a response, but the playful tone of his greeting made her pause. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, and she couldn’t help but smirk as she typed:

- **Afrah:** *“Again, that’s not how you greet your colleagues, Mr. Vishal.”*

She hit send, her mind already racing with what might follow. The conversation soon took a playful turn, each message adding fuel to the fire of their flirtation.

**Vishal:** *“Oh, come on. I thought we were past the formalities. Besides, I can’t help but notice how stunning you looked today.”*

Afrah felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She leaned back on her bed, her heart pounding. Vishal’s messages always had a way of making her feel both wanted and thrilled. She decided to tease him a bit more:

- **Afrah:** *“Stunning, huh? Are you sure you’re not just trying to butter me up?”*

**Vishal:** *“Maybe a little. But you know, I have a thing for how you look when you blush. It’s almost as irresistible as your smile.”*

She blushed again, her fingers dancing over the screen as she responded. The tension was electric, and she couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

- **Afrah:** *“Is that so? And what if I’m wearing something that’s a bit... risqué? How would that make you feel?”*

**Vishal:** *“Now you’re talking my language. I’d imagine it would make things very interesting. In fact, I’d love to see what you’re wearing right now.”*

The conversation quickly turned spicy. Afrah hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. She knew Vishal’s attention was always intense, and tonight, it seemed even more so. With a mischievous grin, she decided to give him a taste of what he was asking for.

She sent him a picture—a close-up shot that highlighted her lips, slightly parted, with a hint of gloss. The image was intimate but not overly explicit, designed to tease rather than reveal. The angle accentuated her curves subtly, focusing on her expression more than anything else.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

**Vishal’s Response:**

His reply came almost instantly, filled with a raw, unapologetic edge:

- **Vishal:** *“Wow. That’s... beyond tempting. Those lips of yours look like they could drive anyone wild. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss them. You’re making it really hard for me to focus on anything else.”*

Afrah felt a rush of heat at his words, a mixture of thrill and satisfaction. She could almost feel Vishal’s gaze on her, his words creating an intense visual in her mind. She had always enjoyed the way Vishal made her feel desirable and wanted, and tonight was no different.
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As she typed her reply, she knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. The allure of his attention was too tempting.

- **Afrah:** *“You’re quite the charmer, Vishal. But remember, you’re not the only one who knows how to tease. Maybe I’ll keep you guessing for a while longer.”*

With a playful smirk, she hit send. The flirtatious banter continued, each message adding to the electric tension between them. In the midst of her frustration with Sohail, Vishal’s bold and seductive messages provided a welcome escape, a way to channel her emotions into something far more exhilarating.





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**Vishal:** *"You know, I think you should try posting a thirst trap sometime. Imagine that saree, but just a little more daring—showing off your navel and that gorgeous cleavage. It would drive everyone wild."*

**Afrah:** *"Oh really? And here I thought you liked me for my modesty. Pervert."*

**Vishal:** *"I know you’re a good girl, but even good girls have their secrets. If I were in your room right now, I’d show you how to be a bit less modest and a lot more adventurous."*

**Afrah:** *"And how exactly would you do that?"* *(Her heart races a bit at the boldness of his suggestion.)*

**Vishal:** *"I’d start by teasing you until you’re completely flustered, then make sure you’re too curious to resist. We’d explore every temptation you’ve been hiding, and you’d end up craving more. All while I’m right there making sure you’re enjoying every moment."*

**Afrah:** *"That sounds like quite the experienc
e. But for now, I’ll stick to being the good girl you love to tease."*

**Vishal:** *"Oh, I’m counting on you to keep me intrigued. And don’t think I’m done with you yet—I’ve got plenty more tricks up my sleeve."*

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