Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

The next morning, the group gathered in the hotel lobby, buzzing with plans to explore the city. Neha, Nisha, and Aman were excitedly discussing the itinerary—beaches, markets, maybe even some water sports. . 

As they were about to leave, Vishal appeared, cutting through their conversation with his usual confidence. “Afrah, I need your help with something,” he said casually, as if it was no big deal.

The group fell silent, their eyes darting between the two. Neha raised an eyebrow, while Aman shot her a curious glance. Nisha exchanged a knowing look with Neha, suspicion flashing across her face.

“Help? With what?” Afrah asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, though her heart raced.

“Just some work stuff,” Vishal replied, his voice smooth. “It won’t take long.”

There was an awkward pause, the group's interest piqued by the sudden request. Afrah felt the weight of their gazes on her, sensing their growing suspicion. She hesitated, but before she could say anything, Vishal gently grabbed her arm, guiding her away from the group with a charming smile. 

“Come on,” he urged, not giving her a chance to protest. “Let’s get this done.”



Vishal pulled the car up to a grand, mansion-like estate, its sprawling grounds alive with the sounds of a lavish party. Luxury cars lined the driveway, gleaming under the soft glow of the garden lights. 

Afrah's eyes widened as she took in the scene. “What are we doing here?”

“Just come on,” he said, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of excitement. “You’ll see. Trust me.”

Afrah hesitated, glancing at the grand entrance and the fancy cars parked outside. “I’m not dressed for this...”

. “You look perfect,” he reassured her, placing a hand lightly on her lower back to guide her towards the entrance. “Don’t worry, just enjoy yourself.”

 She took a deep breath, wondering what exactly Vishal had in mind for the evening ahead.

"Let me bring you some things to drink"

Afrah watched as Vishal made his way to the counter, the vibrant party buzzing around her. As she took in the scene, her attention was suddenly drawn to a woman striding confidently through the crowd, her presence impossible to ignore. The moment she stepped into the light, heads turned, and the air seemed to hum with a charged energy.

The woman was stunning, with an olive complexion that glowed under the warm lights of the venue, exuding a sensual aura. She wore a fitted, black dress that hugged her body like a second skin. The fabric shimmered subtly as it caught the light, emphasizing the sinuous curves of her figure. The neckline plunged daringly, revealing an enticing glimpse of her ample cleavage, perfectly framed by her full, luscious breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Every movement made the fabric stretch and shift, showcasing her body in an enticing display that left the men around her captivated.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Her waist was cinched to perfection, creating an hourglass silhouette that was both alluring and empowering. As she walked, the dress swayed gently, the fabric clinging to her hips, which flared out voluptuously, accentuating the fullness of her rear. Afrah’s gaze was drawn to the woman’s ass, which was perfectly rounded and impossibly inviting, moving with a rhythmic grace that commanded attention. The hem of the dress skimmed just above her thighs, teasingly exposing her long, toned legs that seemed to stretch on for miles. Each step she took was deliberate and provocative, her calves defined and sculpted, accentuating the overall elegance of her stature.[img]<a href=[/img][img]<a href=[/img]" />
The woman’s long, dark hair cascaded down her back in luxurious waves, glimmering as it caught the light. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, a gesture that seemed casual yet exuded confidence, drawing even more eyes toward her. Her face was strikingly beautiful—high cheekbones framed by that lustrous hair, and her full lips were painted a sultry shade of red that accentuated the sensuality of her smile. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous allure, framed by thick, dark lashes that added to her sultry look. They scanned the room, glancing over the partygoers, almost daring anyone to look away.

As she approached Vishal, her body moved with an intoxicating blend of confidence and sensuality, her hips swaying in a way that made it clear she was well aware of the effect she had on those around her. Every man in the vicinity seemed to be entranced, their conversations fading into the background as they turned to admire her. The air was thick with a sense of desire as she leaned in close to Vishal, her voice low and inviting, her hand trailing down his shoulder and lingering on his arm in a way that was both intimate and provocative.
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Afrah felt a rush of jealousy as she took in the scene. The other woman radiated a magnetic energy, a raw sensuality that seemed to pull everyone in, and Afrah couldn’t help but feel small and insecure in comparison. The way the crimson dress hugged the woman’s curves, accentuating her femininity, made Afrah acutely aware of her own insecurities. As she watched, the woman's confidence and allure made it impossible to look away, and for a moment, Afrah felt completely overshadowed by her striking presence. 

In that instant, she knew that the party had transformed into a stage, with this captivating woman at the center, effortlessly commanding the attention of every man in the room, including Vishal. The realization stung, igniting a fierce mixture of envy and intrigue within her, all while the other woman continued to weave her spell, captivating everyone with her beauty and charisma.

As Vishal finally returned, drinks in hand, Afrah's heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She caught sight of the stunning woman, gliding toward them, her confidence radiating with every step. There was something almost predatory in the way she moved, her hips swaying enticingly, drawing every gaze in the room. Afrah's pulse quickened, and she felt a flicker of jealousy ignite inside her.

When Sara locked eyes with Afrah, a sharp glint flickered in her gaze—territorial, challenging—as if she was claiming her territory. The small smirk that played on her lips sent a rush of unease through Afrah. 

“Who was that?” Afrah asked, trying to sound nonchalant, though the tension laced her voice.

Vishal shrugged, flashing a grin that did little to ease Afrah's discomfort. “Just an old friend.”

But something in the way he said it hinted at a deeper connection, and Afrah could sense that there was more to the story.

As she sipped her drink, attempting to steady her nerves, she noticed the beautiful woman approaching with an air of self-assuredness that commanded attention. The playful smirk hadn’t left her lips, and as she halted before them, Afrah could feel the atmosphere thicken with tension.

"Hi," Sara purred, her voice smooth and inviting, yet edged with challenge. “I’m Sara.” She shot Vishal a lingering look, her eyes sparkling with mischief before turning to Afrah. “And you?”

Afrah forced a polite smile, feeling the weight of Sara's gaze as it assessed her like prey. “Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you.”

Sara's eyes flicked over her, taking in every detail, a subtle disdain evident in her demeanor. Afrah could sense the silent message: she wasn’t welcome here. 

"Enjoying the party?" Sara asked, her tone sweet but with an undercurrent that sent shivers down Afrah's spine.

"Yeah, it's nice," Afrah replied, her heart pounding, knowing that there was ice behind Sara's words.

Sara's smile was bright but devoid of warmth. "Good. It’s always interesting to see who Vishal brings around." Her gaze shifted back to Vishal, her hand brushing his arm once more, a gesture that seemed to reinforce their history—a history that made Afrah feel small and insignificant.


"So, Afrah," Sara continued, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness, "how do you know Vishal? He doesn’t usually bring... work colleagues to these kinds of parties. Must be a special connection."

Afrah straightened, refusing to show any hint of vulnerability. "We’re working on a project together. It’s nothing more than that."

“Oh, I’m sure,” Sara replied, her smile widening as she took a slow, deliberate inventory of Afrah’s outfit, her gaze lingering on the curves of her body. “I just didn’t think you’d be his... type for these things. But....”

Afrah's cheeks flushed, anger bubbling just beneath the surface, but she maintained her composure. “I didn’t realize there was a type required to attend a party.”

Sara laughed lightly, a sound that was anything but friendly. "Oh, not at all! I just meant... some of these events are a bit more... sophisticated. You know, it’s not all about office work. But I’m sure you’ll catch on eventually."


Sara’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned closer to Vishal, her body brushing against him in a way that made Afrah’s breath hitch. “Well, have fun, darling,” she said, her voice sultry as she patted Vishal’s shoulder, her fingers lingering longer than necessary. “I’ll leave you to your... work.” 

With a final, smirking glance in Afrah's direction, Sara turned on her heel, her confidence radiating with every step.

Unable to contain herself, Afrah leaned toward Vishal, her voice low and laced with a hint of challenge. “Is she always like that?”

Vishal shrugged, a hint of discomfort crossing his face. “Sara can be... intense. But you don’t need to worry about her.”


But Afrah wasn’t convinced. 

Just then, Vishal’s sly smile broke through her thoughts. "Sara’s... complicated," he said with a casual shrug, his tone nonchalant. "She’s the heiress to Fonn Enterprises, a major business player. Our families are close—her dad is an old friend of my father’s." He paused, gauging her reaction. "And... my father wants me to marry her."

Afrah stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as she turned to face him fully. "What?" Her voice was sharper now, disbelief cutting through her tone. "And you didn’t think to mention this earlier?"

Vishal's smile grew, almost as if he enjoyed watching her squirm. "I didn’t think it was important... until now." He gave a half-smirk, then added, "Besides, it’s not something I want."

Afrah crossed her arms over her chest, trying to piece everything together. "Then why was she so nasty towards me? What did you tell her?"

"Ah, that’s where it gets interesting," Vishal said, the teasing lilt in his voice not going unnoticed. He leaned casually against the car, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "I may have... mentioned that you’re my girlfriend."

Afrah’s mouth fell open, fury rising in her chest. "What?!" she exclaimed, almost too stunned to process it at first. "Why would you say something like that? I’m not your girlfriend!"

 "Because I want her and her family to call off any idea of an engagement. I have no interest in marrying her, and she’s not one to back down easily. But if she thinks I’m already involved with someone else, especially someone as stunning as you..." He trailed off, his eyes locking onto hers in a way that made her pulse quicken, despite her anger.

Afrah’s face flushed, a mixture of fury and something else—something she didn’t want to acknowledge. "That’s manipulative, Vishal," she snapped, trying to hold onto her anger. "I’m not a pawn in your game to get out of some engagement."

 "You’re not a pawn, Afrah. I just used a little... creative license, that’s all. Besides, it worked, didn’t it? She’s rattled, her parents will be too. This way, I can avoid the whole mess." 

Afrah’s fists clenched at her sides. "This isn’t funny. You can’t just drag me into your personal problems like this."

Vishal took another step closer, closing the distance between them. His eyes softened slightly, though his smirk remained. "You’re right, it’s not fair to you. But you have to admit... it worked. And I never said you had to actually *be* my girlfriend." His voice dropped, becoming more intimate as his gaze swept over her. "But you did play the part perfectly tonight."

Afrah’s heart raced, both from frustration and the undeniable pull she felt toward him. She wanted to stay mad, to push him away, but something in the way he looked at her—like he saw something deeper—kept her rooted to the spot.

"You’re impossible," she muttered, shaking her head. 

Vishal chuckled, his hand brushing lightly against her arm as he opened the car door for her. "Maybe. But admit it—you
 had fun today." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of truth in it, and she hated that he was right.