Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

Office 

It had been an uneventful week since the mall encounter with Vishal. Afrah had tried her best to avoid any significant interaction with him, but it was impossible to ignore the subtle ways he always seemed to find her in a crowded room. She would catch his gaze during meetings—his smirking eyes locking with hers for just a moment longer than necessary. A few teasing words in passing, a raised eyebrow here, a knowing smile there—it was all done so casually, yet it left her on edge.

She felt the tension building, knowing that Vishal’s charm wasn’t something that could easily be shrugged off.


Monday Morning: The Team Meeting

Afrah sat at the far end of the long conference table, listening to the team chatter before Vishal arrived. She had tried to settle into her routine, avoiding eye contact with him as much as possible, and the weekend had passed without incident. But when Vishal entered the room, the atmosphere shifted. As usual, he exuded confidence, walking to the front with an air of command.

He started the meeting as usual—business updates, project reviews—but then, out of nowhere, he dropped the bombshell.

Vishal (grinning):** “Alright, everyone, I’ve got some exciting news. We’re heading to Goa next week. An office tour for a strategic meeting. We’ll be gone for three days. The team selected for this is key to the next phase of the project.”

The room buzzed with excitement. Everyone loved the idea of mixing business with a bit of leisure, and Goa was the perfect place to unwind after months of deadlines.

Rina (excitedly): “Goa? Are you serious? This is going to be amazing!”

Vishal (smiling, leaning back against the table): “It’s business, people. But yes, a bit of Goa sunshine never hurt anyone. We need to focus on brainstorming, team-building, and, of course, relaxing when we’re not working. It’ll be a small group—just five of us.”

He looked around the room, his eyes finding Afrah’s and locking onto her with that smirk she had grown wary of.

Vishal (with a teasing smile):“Afrah, you’re coming too, of course. You’re one of the key players here.”

Afrah’s stomach tightened. She had tried to avoid being on his radar, and now he was hand-picking her for this trip. Her mind raced, trying to think of an excuse, but there was none.

Afrah (trying to stay neutral): “I… I’m not sure if I can—”

Vishal (cutting her off): “Nonsense. You’re part of this. Rina, Aman, Nisha, and I will be there too. You won’t want to miss this opportunity.”

Rina (grinning, nudging Afrah): “Come on, Afrah, it’ll be fun! We’ll work hard and relax harder. You can’t miss Goa!”

Afrah forced a smile, feeling trapped. Fun was the last thing on her mind. Her thoughts flashed to Sohail. What would he think?

Afrah (nodding slightly, resigned): “Okay… I’ll go.”

Vishal (with a satisfied grin): “That’s the spirit. Alright, people, start packing your bags. We leave next Monday.”

As the team dispersed, Rina, Aman, and Nisha excitedly talked about their plans for the trip. Afrah quietly packed up her things, trying to avoid Vishal’s gaze. But she felt him approach before she even looked up.

Vishal (leaning casually against her desk): “I knew you’d say yes.”

Afrah didn’t look up. She was trying to keep her voice steady. "Professional. Stay professional."

Afrah (coolly): “I didn’t really have much of a choice, did I?”

Vishal (smirking, his tone playful): “There’s always a choice, ms Fatima. But I’m glad you made the right one.”

Afrah shot him a sidelong glance, her irritation bubbling just below the surface. She hated how easily he got under her skin, how his words made her feel like she was playing a game she never signed up for.

Afrah (firmly): “Let’s keep this professional, Vishal.”

Vishal chuckled softly, standing upright. Vishal: “Oh, I intend to. It’s a work trip after all. Just don’t forget to enjoy yourself a little.”

Afrah turned back to her laptop, hoping to end the conversation, but Vishal lingered a moment longer, his presence looming over her. She could feel his eyes on her, and the tension was palpable.

Vishal (low voice): “We’ll have a lot to talk about in Goa.”

Before she could respond, he walked away, leaving her both relieved and unnerved. She knew this trip was going to be complicated—far more complicated than it needed to be.



Lunch with Afrah – A Quiet Café

Sohail and Afrah sit at a small table in the corner of a bustling café. The atmosphere is light and filled with the sound of laughter and soft music. 
Afrah sits across from him in the cozy café, her fitted blue kurti hugging every curve, showcasing her full chest and narrowing waist. The fabric clings to her body, the jeans tightly molding around her hips and thighs, enhancing her hourglass figure. With her legs crossed, she leans forward just enough, and the subtle rise of her kurti reveals a teasing glimpse of her smooth, slim waist. [img]<a href=[/img]" />[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Her voice is low and playful, dripping with subtle allure as she chats, her eyes bright with mischief. A soft laugh escapes her lips, sending a flicker of excitement through the air. Her friend leans closer, clearly enchanted, as Afrah’s fingers slowly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. The movement, deliberate and lingering, draws attention to her graceful neck and delicate features, adding an understated sensuality to her relaxed, casual demeanor.

Each time she shifts, adjusting her position, the fabric of her clothes moves with her, drawing subtle attention to the way her body fills the space. Her words carry a flirtatious, daring undertone, the slight curve of her lips signaling that she’s in control of the conversation, effortlessly holding her friend’s attention. There’s a magnetic energy about her, a quiet confidence that radiates from every gesture, leaving the room buzzing with an unspoken tension.

Sohail gaze fixated on Afrah. She exudes a captivating beauty that holds his attention, her fitted blue kurti hugging her curves perfectly. The way the fabric clings to her figure highlights her generous breasts, even though they’re modestly covered. There’s an alluring quality in how she carries herself, a mix of innocence and undeniable sensuality that draws him in.

As he watches her, his eyes wander over her body, tracing the elegant lines of her silhouette. He can't help but imagine how breathtaking she would look without the constraints of her clothing, her soft skin exposed, accentuating every curve and contour. The thought sends a thrill through him, awakening a desire he tries to suppress.In the middle of a cafe he was hard.
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The way she moves, with an effortless grace, only intensifies his longing. He pictures her with the kurti gone, envisioning the delicate arch of her back and the gentle swell of her hips, each detail igniting his imagination. A rush of warmth spreads through him, and he finds himself both captivated and frustrated, yearning for the day when he can explore all of her beauty without restraint.



They’ve been talking about mundane things, but the mention of Nisha’s relationship sends the conversation in a new direction.




Afrah leans back in her chair, twirling her straw absently as she looks thoughtfully out the window. 


Afrah: (Leaning in, a hint of mischief in her voice) “You know, I was talking to Nisha the other day, and she mentioned that her boyfriend is so insecure. It’s like he thinks she’s going to cheat on him all the time! He checks her phone, and they’re always fighting over it.”

  


Sohail nods, somewhat disinterested at first but intrigued by her tone.

Sohail: “That sounds rough. I can’t imagine living like that.”

Afrah:"Shrugging casually" “I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t trust her because he’s got low self-esteem? But it’s just so childish. I’m really lucky I don’t have to deal with that.” *She looks directly at Sohail, her smile disarming.*

Sohail feels a warmth spread through him at her words, but there's an undertone of tension. He wants to agree with her, but the mention of "lucky" makes him uneasy.

Sohail: “Yeah, trust is important in a relationship. I’d never act like that.”

Afrah:"Playfully" “Of course not! You’re so mature. I can’t imagine you checking my phone or worrying about who I’m with.” She leans back, crossing her arms and regarding him thoughtfully. “It’s nice to know that some men can be secure.”


Sohail tries to ignore the subtle jab at men in general, feeling both proud and anxious. 

Sohail:"Half-smiling". “I just believe in giving each other space.”

Afrah: (Nodding enthusiastically) “Exactly! Like Nisha’s boyfriend was upset about her office tour to Goa. Can you believe that? He thinks she’s going to cheat on him there.”

The mention of Goa sends a jolt of insecurity through Sohail. 

Sohail:(Trying to sound relaxed) “It’s just a trip, right? Work is work.”

Afrah:(With an innocent smile)“Right! It’s just work. But you know, some guys are just so insecure. They can’t help but worry. They think that if a woman is attractive, she’ll attract attention, which is ridiculous.” 

Sohail feels his heart race at her implications, but he masks it with a casual nod.

Sohail: “Yeah, I guess. But I don’t think that way.”

Afrah:(Her tone teasing yet pointed) “I mean, it must feel good knowing you’re not like that. Like, imagine if I were going to Goa with a bunch of handsome guys—who knows how they’d act?” (She raises her eyebrows playfully, testing his reaction.)

Sohail swallows hard, feeling the jealousy creep in.



Sohail:(Defensively)“You know I trust you, Afrah.”

Afrah:(Nods, but her eyes glint mischievously) “Of course, you do! But not every guy is as secure as you, right? Just the other day, I was thinking about how lucky I am. You’re so… different. You’re not worried about me going out and having fun. I really appreciate that.”

The praise feels nice, but it’s layered with a twist that keeps Sohail on edge.

Afrah: (Continuing casually) “I mean, some women thrive on that attention! I can’t imagine being like that. Just look at Nisha’s boyfriend—what a mess! And here I am, with a wonderful, secure partner who lets me be myself.”

Sohail’s chest swells with pride, but his insecurities gnaw at him. 

Sohail: “I want you to have fun. I just hope you’ll always feel comfortable coming to me.”

Afrah:(With a hint of sweetness)“Oh, I would! I mean, look at how open we are with each other. But I know that if I had someone like Nisha’s boyfriend, I’d have to constantly reassure him. You’re not like that, right?”

Sohail shakes his head, feeling the tension shift between them. 

Sohail:(Forcing a smile) “No, not at all.”

Afrah:(Smirking slightly)“Good! Because honestly, sometimes it’s almost a compliment, isn’t it? Being the kind of man that trusts his partner? I think it shows confidence.”

The compliment feels genuine, but the way she angles it keeps Sohail on his toes. 

Sohail:“Yeah, I guess.”

Afrah: (Looking directly at him, her voice playful yet serious) “And it’s a real relief to know that you’re not worried about what I’m doing when I’m with others. Like when I go to Goa… It’ll be just a work trip, you know?”

His heart sinks at her reminder of the upcoming trip. 

Sohail:(Softly) “Right, just a work trip.”

Afrah reaches out, placing her hand over his. 

Afrah: “I’m so glad we can have these conversations. It makes me feel closer to you.” Her eyes sparkle as she speaks, but there’s a knowing look in them that makes him feel vulnerable.

He nods, unsure of how to respond. The weight of her subtle manipulations hangs in the air, making him feel both valued and uneasy at the same time.

Afrah: (Leaning back, a teasing smile on her lips) “But seriously, I would never do anything to hurt you. Not in a million years. And you know I’m going to be thinking of you while I’m in Goa, right?”

Sohail smiles, but beneath it, doubt churns.

Sohail:“Of course. I trust you completely.”

 Afrah changes the subject, laughing about a funny incident that happened at the office. 

But as she talks, Sohail can’t shake the feeling of dread creeping into his mind, wondering what it would be like when she’s in Goa, surrounded by others, and if he’ll ever be able to fully shake off the insecurities that plague him.

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Scene: Sohail’s Bedroom – Night

Sohail lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on his nightstand, casting long shadows on the walls. His mind raced, replaying the conversation with Afrah from earlier that day.

"Nisha’s boyfriend is so insecure. He doesn’t even trust her... He always checks her phone, they fight all the time."

Afrah’s words echoed in his mind. He had forced a smile at the time, trying to seem calm and collected. She had called him lucky—“I’m so lucky to have you. You’re not insecure like him.”

But was he? 

Sohail turned over, staring at his phone lying on the bed next to him. He hadn’t said anything when she mentioned the office tour to Goa. It had come up so casually, slipped into the conversation after she spoke about Nisha's boyfriend. *Was that deliberate?* He wasn’t sure anymore. 

"The other day, Nisha’s boyfriend was angry about her going on the tour... He says she’s going to cheat on him there. Can you believe it?"

Afrah had laughed, brushing it off as ridiculous. But Sohail couldn’t laugh. Not now. Deep down, he didn’t want her to go. The idea of her spending time with her colleagues in Goa, especially someone like Vishal, gnawed at him. Is Vishal going too? The thought made his stomach churn.

Vishal. The guy who always seemed so confident, always so sure of himself. Sohail could barely meet his eyes in the office, especially after noticing how he smirked whenever he spoke to Afrah. 

“He’s probably just teasing her. He’s like that with everyone.” Sohail tried to rationalize it, but the knot in his stomach wouldn’t loosen. What if Vishal was there with her? What if he got too close? 

He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. Afrah isn’t like that.But still, the insecurities lingered, creeping up on him like shadows in the corners of his mind.

What if she finds someone like Vishal more exciting? More… interesting? 

The doubts kept piling up. Vishal was charismatic, confident, and looked like he belonged in those glossy magazines Afrah sometimes flipped through. And what was Sohail? He felt so plain, so dull in comparison.

His hands clenched into fists as he sat up, unable to shake the uneasy feeling. He grabbed his phone and stared at the messaging app, debating whether to text her. *Should I ask her if Vishal is going?* He hesitated. He didn’t want to come across as insecure, especially after she had praised him for being the opposite. 

But the thought of Vishal being there, with her, in Goa, wouldn’t leave him.

Sohail put his phone down and leaned back against the headboard. His thoughts spiraled.

Does Afrah even realize how much this is bothering me? What if she thinks I’m weak if I bring it up?


He couldn’t help but imagine the worst. What if she starts seeing him the way she used to look at me? What if she realizes… I’m not enough?

The room felt colder, and Sohail felt smaller, as though the walls were closing in on him. Would she come back from that trip still seeing me the same way?

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to breathe slowly. Stop it. Stop thinking like this. But the thoughts wouldn’t stop. They wrapped around him, tightening their grip as the night wore on.

The words she had said to him earlier played on a loop in his head, both a reassurance and a torment. “I’m lucky to have you… You’re not insecure like him.”

But right now, all he felt was insecure. And the fear of losing her felt more real than ever.
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 Afrah’s Home – Breaking the News

Dropping the news on Sohail had been easy. He didn’t argue much, just nodded, even though she saw the doubt flicker in his eyes. But with her family, it wasn’t going to be so simple—especially with her mother. 

Afrah knew the moment she mentioned *Goa*, her mother’s reaction would be sharp and swift. Just a week ago, they had barely agreed on her promotion at work. Now, an office trip to Goa, traveling with colleagues, including men? That was a different storm entirely.

Sitting at the dinner table, Afrah took a deep breath and dropped the bomb.

Afrah: (Casually)“By the way, I have to attend a work trip next week… to Goa.”

Her mother’s hand froze mid-air, spoon hovering above her plate. Her eyes narrowed immediately, suspicion blooming.

Afrah’s Mother: (Coldly) “Goa? With your office? So, you’ll be traveling with men, too?”

Afrah could feel her mother’s religious and conservative beliefs hanging heavily in the air, the unspoken rules women in their family were expected to follow. This wasn’t going to be a quiet discussion.

Afrah:(Calmly) “Ammi, it’s a professional trip. It’s for work, not a vacation.”

Her mother’s face hardened, her voice sharp.

Afrah’s Mother: “Work or not, Goa is not a place for a young, unmarried girl to be running around with men! What will people say? What wil Sohail family say?”

Afrah had expected this. She turned to her father, her trump card, knowing she had to play it carefully. Her father, though more traditional, was also proud of her success and had always wanted her to be independent.

Afrah:(Softly, but with conviction) “Abbu, this is part of my job. If I don’t go, it’ll look bad. You always said I should gain experience, that it would help me grow. This is an opportunity.Beside I have talk to Sohail."

Her father shifted uncomfortably, glancing at her mother. He was torn, as always, between the values he held and the pride he felt in his daughter.

Afrah’s Father: (Hesitant)“I understand it’s for work, but… Afrah, your mother is right. People will talk. It’s not just about you, it’s about how this will reflect on our family.”

Afrah leaned in, her voice softening, as if she were making a plea rather than an argument.

Afrah: “But, Abbu, this is part of my career. You always taught me that I have to make sacrifices to succeed. You trust me, right? You know I won’t do anything wrong.”

Her mother wasn’t having it, though. She had been through this before, the slippery slope of young women thinking they could navigate the world while staying within the bounds of tradition.

Afrah’s Mother: (Firmly) “It’s not about trust. It’s about reputation. A girl traveling with men? It’s not proper, Afrah, and you know it. You think people won’t start whispering?”

Afrah pressed on, ignoring the tension in the room as she zeroed in on her father’s softer stance.

Afrah:(Slightly pleading) “Abbu, I need this. It’s a step forward for me. You’ve always supported my career. You said it yourself—this is the world we live in now.”

Her father sighed deeply, still unsure but slowly yielding under his daughter’s reasoning. Afrah knew she had him. All she needed was his final word.

Afrah’s Father:(Gently)“Maybe… maybe just this once. But you have to be careful, Afrah. This is not a light decision.”

Her mother’s face tightened in anger, realizing she was losing ground.

Afrah’s Mother:(Angry, but resigned) “You’re making a mistake. I warned you about this path. One step out of line, Afrah, and everything can fall apart. Don’t think I’m just going to sit here if something happens. You’re playing with fire.”

Afrah didn’t respond, her focus solely on her father’s approval. She had won the battle for now, but she knew the war with her mother was far from over.





In the quiet of her room, Afrah sat on the edge of her bed, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She had done it. 

For a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the victory. It wasn’t easy to navigate between her ambitions and her family’s conservative expectations, but she was learning the art of persuasion. She had Sohail on board, even if he didn’t like it. Her family was reluctantly supportive. Everything seemed to be falling into place.

But then, as she lay back against the pillows, a shadow crept into her thoughts. Vishal.

The dreaded feeling gnawed at her, unsettling the satisfaction that had settled in. Vishal was a wildcard. It wasn’t just his confident demeanor or the way he seemed to enjoy pushing her boundaries—there was something about him that felt dangerous. And now, with this trip to Goa, he’d have the perfect opportunity to test those boundaries even further.

She had managed to convince everyone else, but convincing herself that she could handle Vishal was a different story. He knew how to play with her mind, how to make her question herself. And worse, he seemed to know exactly what buttons to press. The way his eyes lingered, the subtle innuendos—it was all calculated.

A knot formed in her stomach as she realized that, away from the office, away from the familiar walls of her life, Vishal’s influence might be harder to resist. Afrah shook her head, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered, like a storm cloud on the horizon.

She had won the argument at home, but the real challenge lay ahead. And deep down, she knew Vishal would be waiting.



As Afrah lay back against her pillows, the events of the past few weeks spiraled in her mind, each memory colliding with the next. But one moment stood out, sharper and more intoxicating than the rest—the kiss.

It had happened in a fleeting second, when the air between her and Vishal had crackled with electric tension. She remembered how his lips had brushed against hers, igniting a fire that surged through her body like a current. It was a kiss that held all the weight of her suppressed desires, a moment that had swept her away from reality and plunged her into a dizzying rush of sensation.

The taste of him lingered, a mix of mint and something undeniably enticing, leaving her breathless. She could still feel the warmth of his body close to hers, the way his hands had gently cupped her face, as if he were claiming her in that instant. It was a heady mix of danger and thrill, sending shivers down her spine, awakening something inside her that she had tried so hard to bury.

Now, as she prepared for the upcoming trip to Goa, a dangerous thrill coursed through her veins. What would happen if she found herself alone with Vishal again? Would he lean in closer, that confident smirk on his lips making her pulse race as heat pooled in her stomach? Would his hand find its way to the small of her back, urging her closer, his fingers brushing against her bare skin?

Afrah couldn’t help but replay that kiss in her mind, the way it had ignited every nerve ending in her body. It felt like a drug—addictive, exhilarating, and utterly reckless. She had spent so long being the good daughter, the dutiful fiancée, but that kiss had awakened something wild within her. What if she let go of all her inhibitions? What if she embraced the chaos he brought into her life?

As she thought about the trip, her heart quickened at the prospect of sun-soaked beaches and the freedom that came with them. The thought of sharing a hotel room with her colleagues, including Vishal, sent a delicious thrill racing through her. She could already picture the way his gaze would linger on her, how the heat between them would be palpable, thick enough to cut.

Afrah’s mind raced with tantalizing possibilities. She imagined slipping away with Vishal, finding a secluded spot where they could let the heat of their chemistry erupt. Would he pull her against him, his hands gripping her waist, his lips crashing onto hers once more, their bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace? Would his hand slip lower, gripping her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, until they were lost in each other?

But along with the thrill came the weight of her conscience. She had worked hard to project an image of the perfect fiancée. But now, as the vision of Vishal’s lips hovered in her thoughts, she felt the allure of a secret life beckoning her. The kiss had stirred a hunger within her—a craving for something more, something that felt real and intoxicating.

With a deep breath, Afrah resolved to keep her wits about her. She was not going to let a single kiss derail her carefully laid plans. Yet, as she closed her eyes, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this trip to Goa would push her to the edge, where temptation lurked in every corner, waiting to drag her into a world of racy indulgence she had never dared to explore.