26-01-2025, 11:43 PM
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Afrah pov:
Afrah sat up slowly, the early morning light casting a soft glow across the room. Her heart raced as she glanced at Vishal, still fast asleep on the couch. The blanket that had barely covered him had slipped off, leaving his naked body in full view. Her gaze lingered, unable to stop herself from recalling the events of the night before.
She had never imagined herself being so bold, so commanding. It thrilled her to think about how she had taken control, exploring her own desires while coaxing Vishal to the edge of his.
Her fingers traced her navel absentmindedly, her skin still warm from the memory of his release hours ago. She bit her lip, a faint taste of him lingering on her mind like a forbidden indulgence. After he had spilled his seed across her stomach, he'd fallen asleep on the couch, leaving her alone in the quiet aftermath.
She remained in bed, her thoughts a swirl of curiosity and desire as her fingers reluctantly dipped into the remnants on her skin. Bringing them to her lips, she hesitated for only a moment before tasting him. She hadn't expected to enjoy it, but as the sensation unfolded, she found herself savoring every bit, devouring it with an intensity that surprised even her.
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She had never done anything like that before, but the curiosity had been overwhelming. It was strange, intense, and undeniably naughty.
Afrah tiptoed toward the couch, unable to resist one last look at him. Vishal's face was peaceful, his strong features softened in sleep. She felt a strange sense of power and vulnerability all at once. He had surrendered to her in a way she hadn't expected, and it made her feel alive.
Afrah stepped out of the shower only in towel . She saw Vishal awake, sitting up on the couch, still completely naked. His smirk was undeniable, his hand lazily resting on his thigh, fingers teasingly grazing his fully erect cock.
“Good morning, Afrah,” he said.
Afrah:“You’re such a pervert, Vishal. Wear some clothes, for God’s sake, and go to your room!”
Vishal :“You didn’t seem to mind last night. Or earlier, when you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”
Afrah:“Shut up,”
She quickly looked away, her grip tightening on the towel around her. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just… go!”
He stood up slowly, stretching as if to emphasize his body, his smirk deepening as he caught her stealing another glance. “You’re staring again, Afrah. Are you sure you want me to leave?”
Her breath hitched as he took a step toward her, the tension thick in the room. “Vishal…” she warned, though her voice was softer now.
He leaned and Said “Relax. I’m just grabbing my clothes.”
Vishal: I’ll see you later.”
Idiot,” she muttered .
Sohail pov:
His flight had to land in Hyderabad due to bad weather.
Sohail slumped into one of the worn-out chairs in the airport waiting room, his mind still consumed by the thought of Afrah. Was she really having an affair? The thought gnawed at him, refusing to let him rest. He had to find out, no matter what. The detour to Hyderabad was frustrating, but he had no choice but to wait for the weather to clear.
As he absentmindedly scanned the room, his eyes suddenly froze. There, just a few feet away, was a face he hadn’t seen in years. Hiba. His heart skipped a beat. He was seeing her after so many since college where she was his crush and friend.Dressed in a modest green salwar suit with a dupatta dbangd delicately over her head, she looked every bit the perfect wife and mother. But her figure had filled out over the years, and her curves were full. Her once slim frame had matured into a voluptuous, that made her even more captivating
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For a moment, he felt a rush of nostalgia, the memories of his college days flooding back. But then, darker thoughts crept in. He remembered vividly how his perception of her had changed back then. She had been the charming, innocent beauty every guy admired, including him. But that image shattered the day he stumbled upon her secret.
The memory was seared into his mind. The abandoned college building, the muffled sounds, and the sight of her, pinned between two men, her moans echoing in the empty hall. It had been a shocking, almost surreal moment for him—a mix of betrayal, fascination, and disgust. She had hidden it so well, her perfect facade never slipping. Even now, as he looked at her with her husband and children, he wondered if her family knew the truth. Did her husband have any idea what his wife had done back in college? Or had she buried her past so deeply that even he, who once admired her, had only stumbled upon it by accident?
Hiba laughed softly, leaning down to adjust her youngest child’s jacket, the picture of maternal affection. Her husband, an average-looking, smiled at her warmly. They looked like a happy family. But Sohail couldn’t shake the thought—beneath that perfect exterior, was she still the same woman he had seen that day?
He felt a strange mix of emotions—jealousy, resentment, and an inexplicable attraction. Hiba had been his college crush, the one he had dreamed about. And yet, the image of her from that abandoned building was burned into his mind, tainting every memory he had of her.
Sohail tore his eyes away, his jaw tightening. He didn’t know why he cared. His focus was supposed to be on Afrah, not on a ghost from his past. But as much as he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from rembering the incident.
In college time
the dark past)
He was searching for her when got info that she was last seen near the abandoned building.
In the building:
Sohail leaned against the wall, his breath hitching as he tried to process the scene unfolding before his eyes. His chest tightened with disbelief, betrayal, and something darker—a raw, primal reaction he couldn't control. He had come to this abandoned building looking for Hiba, fueled by hope and the thought of finally confessing his feelings for her. Instead, he was greeted by this—an image that would forever scar him.
Through the narrow crack in the door, he could see her clearly. Hiba, the woman he had secretly adored, stood there, her top discarded, her bare, perky breasts exposed for all to see. She looked nothing like the sweet, innocent girl he had idealized.
His hands trembled, his mind screaming at him to look away, but his body betrayed him. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart, yet his body reacted in ways he couldn't control. His pants grew uncomfortably tight, and he cursed himself for it. How could he feel this way when his heart was breaking?
Then Rajveer stepped into view. Sohail recognized him instantly, a cocky, popular guy from their college who always seemed to have women around him. Rajveer approached Hiba with ease, his hands sliding over her bare skin as if she belonged to him. He cupped her breasts, kneading them, and pressed his lips against hers in a heated kiss.
Sohail felt his stomach churn, a mix of jealousy and disgust rising within him. How could she let him do this? How could she allow herself to be so... exposed? He wanted to barge into the room, to pull her away, to demand answers. But his feet felt rooted to the spot, his body frozen with shock.
Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, another man entered the scene. This one came up behind Hiba, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. His hands joined Rajveer's, both men now groping her, playing with her boobs ,the woman he was in love with .
They were engaged in intense make out. I could hear their tongue sucking each other's even from outside the room. Hiba's hands were rested on Rajveer's shoulder and his hands were roaming freely on her boobs
Hiba let out a muffled moan, her lips parted slightly as she leaned into their touch. Sohail's heart shattered into a million pieces. The woman he had loved, the woman he had placed on a pedestal, was willingly surrendering herself to not one but two men.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to suppress the storm of emotions raging inside him. Anger, pain, arousal, and disbelief all swirled together, leaving him overwhelmed and powerless.
Sohail’s mind screamed at him to leave, to turn around and walk away, but his body wouldn’t obey. He was rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the scene through the crack in the door. Every rational thought was drowned out by the overwhelming cocktail of emotions coursing through him—rage, jealousy, disgust, and an uncontrollable, shameful arousal.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms as he watched. “Storm in there, stop this,” a voice in his head urged. But another voice, darker and more pragmatic, stopped him. What would he gain by barging in? Confronting them would only expose him as a desperate fool, and there were two of them. He would likely end up beaten and humiliated. The thought made his stomach churn, but it didn’t help him look away.
His breath hitched as Rajveer’s voice broke through the air, casual and commanding. “Take off your plazo,” Rajveer said, his tone dripping with authority.
Hiba complied without hesitation, sliding the loose fabric down her legs, revealing her thick, creamy thighs in all their glory. Sohail swallowed hard, his throat dry as he watched her step out of the fabric, now completely naked. She stood there unashamed, her body on full display, the curves of her hips and the softness of her thighs mesmerizing even as they filled him with bitter anger.
She knelt slowly on the ground, her movements deliberate and sensual. Sohail’s jaw clenched as the two men in front of her began to undo their pants. Their cock were big,bigger than him .He saw his crush hands reached out, each gripping a different cock, and she began to stroke them.
Sohail’s breathing grew shallow as he stared, his body betraying him once again. He hate her, to hate them, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the act. Her soft hands moved in tandem, jerking the two men off as they groaned in pleasure.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Hiba?” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper. The image of her, the girl he once loved, now on her knees for these men, shattered any lingering illusions he had about her.
Still, he couldn’t leave. His feet felt glued to the floor as he continued to watch, each passing moment a torment he couldn’t escape. His emotions warred within him—anger at her betrayal, jealousy that she would give herself to others so freely, and an unwanted arousal that he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried.
Sohail leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to will himself to leave. But the sounds from the room—her soft moans, their grunts of pleasure—pulled him back in, compelling him to stay. Deep down, he hated himself for it, for being unable to walk away, for letting his emotions and desires consume him so completely.
Sohail’s heart pounded in his chest, his emotions a chaotic storm of rage, heartbreak, and shameful arousal. His eyes refused to look away as he watched Hiba, his love, sink further into the depravity unfolding before him. She switched effortlessly between the two men, her mouth moving over one cock while her hand stroked the other. Her lips glistened, sticky and wet, as she pulled away, briefly catching her breath before resuming. He watched her bobbing cocks of two different men , pleasuring them with her precious lips ,the lips which he haven't even had the privilege to kiss.
Anger surged through Sohail, his jaw clenching so tightly it hurt. How could she do this? How could she let herself be used like this? Yet, despite his fury, his body betrayed him. His own cock raged in his pants, the primal side of him unable to resist the eroticism of the scene.
Then it escalated further. Hiba stood up and bent over a nearby table, presenting herself to Rajveer.
With one swift motion, Rajveer entered her. About one third of his cock went in. Aaaahhhhiiii.....a soft moan came out of her. Rajveer pushed some more, another few inches went in. Hiba spread her legs even further to accommodate him. Her hips flared wider. Rajveer pulled out and immediately pushed back in. This time a bit harder. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiii... Rajveer groaned again; this time a bit louder. This went on for few minutes. With every thrust Rajveer went further in.
Her moans were suppressed as the other man came towards her mouth and stuff his cock inher mouth.
The room echoed with obscene sounds: the rhythmic 'thap, thap, thap' of Rajveer’s thrusts, her muffled moans, and the guttural grunts of the man in front of her.
Sohail’s hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the wall for support, his entire body tense with conflicting emotions.
Each sound stabbed at his heart, yet the sight of her body moving in sync with the two men was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t explain. He hated it. He hated her. But he hated himself more for staying this long, for watching, for letting this moment sear itself into his mind.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. The betrayal, the humiliation, and the shame overwhelmed him. With a final glance at the scene—Hiba’s body shaking under Rajveer’s thrusts as she sucked the other man—Sohail turned and stormed away, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.
His chest felt heavy as he made his way out of the building, each step filled with a mix of anger and despair. He didn’t stop until he was far away, the sounds and images still replaying in his mind like a cruel, unending loop.
Sohail snapped back to reality, the noisy bustle of the airport flooding his senses as he watched Hiba from a distance. She was laughing softly, adjusting the dupatta on her head while her husband stood beside her, one arm protectively dbangd over her shoulder. Her kids clung to her legs, and she smiled at them with a warmth that seemed so genuine it was almost impossible to reconcile with the woman he had seen all those years ago.
His stomach churned as a wave of pity washed over him—not for her, but for her husband. The man likely believed he had married a virtuous, pious woman, someone devoted to him and their family. But Sohail knew the truth, a truth that gnawed at him. If only he knew what she really was, what she’d done back in college...
The thought sickened him further, but it also fueled his bitterness. He clenched his fists, trying to push the memories away. But then, an even more dreaded thought crept into his mind, one that made his blood run cold: Afrah.
Was he traveling to Sri Lanka only to uncover a similar betrayal? The scenes of Hiba's past began to blur with the disturbing possibility of Afrah and Vishal. The idea of Afrah—his Afrah—being ravaged by another man made his chest tighten painfully. He shook his head, trying to banish the image. No, no, that can’t be true. She isn’t like that. She wouldn’t do that.
But doubt lingered. Hiba seemed innocent too, didn’t she?
He looked down at his phone, the screen showing the delayed flight notification. Twelve more hours. Twelve agonizing hours before he could board the flight to Sri Lanka and confirm his suspicions. The wait felt like a cruel twist of fate, trapping him in his own thoughts, spiraling deeper into paranoia and despair.
He stole another glance at Hiba and her family, the perfect picture of domestic bliss. The contrast between her public image and what he knew of her past only amplified his fears about Afrah. As he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, he muttered under his breath, “I need to know. I need to see it with my own eyes.”
Time seemed to crawl as he sat there, consumed by the weight of his doubts, the memories of Hiba, and the looming uncertainty about Afrah.
Afrah:
At 10 a.m., there was a firm knock on Afrah's door. She adjusted her dress one last time, glancing in the mirror. She was ready for sightseeing.
His eyes trailed over her.
Vishal: "You know your punishment isn’t over yet."
Afrah raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat of his gaze and deciding to play along. There was a thrill in the banter, a tension she was starting to enjoy.
Afrah: "But I thought I’d repented."
He smirked, stepping into her room and closing the door behind him.
Vishal: "That was just the start. You’re a very naughty girl, Afrah. Naughty girls deserve harsher treatment."
Afrah felt a tingle run down her spine. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a playful smile on her lips.
Afrah: "But I was such a good girl last night, wasn’t I?"
Vishal stepped closer, towering over her as his strong fingers gently traced her lips.
Vishal: Good girls don’t argue, Afrah."
His hand moved slowly, deliberately, from her lips to her neck, then down her back. When his palm smacked her ass firmly, she gasped, her eyes widening.
Vishal: "That’s for talking back."
Her heart raced. There was a delicious thrill in the way he asserted himself, but Afrah wasn’t about to let him have all the power. She took a step back, her lips curling into a sly smile as she looked up at him.
Afrah: I don’t think I deserve to be punished. Maybe you’re just being unfair, Daddy."
The word slipped out before she could stop herself, and her face flushed immediately. Where did that come from? Maybe it was all the spicy novels she’d been devouring lately. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for his reaction.
Vishal’s eyes darkened, his smirk transforming into something more primal. He tilted his head, studying her as though she’d just thrown down a challenge.
Vishal: "Oh, so that’s how we’re playing now? Calling me 'Daddy' won’t save you from your punishment, Afrah. In fact…" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "it might just make it worse.Careful, Afrah. You might not be ready for the punishment I have in mind."*
His thumb brushed her lower lip, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Vishal: "Here’s the deal—you’ll do exactly what I say today. No arguments, no hesitation. Understand?"
Afrah swallowed, her pulse pounding in her ears. She nodded, but then added softly, her voice dripping with mischief,
Afrah: "Yes, Daddy."
Vishal’s smirk returned, but it was darker now, his hand sliding down to her lower back.
Vishal: "Good girl. Let’s see if you can behave yourself today. But remember—naughty girls don’t get away without consequences."
As he pulled back, Afrah felt a mix of anticipation and mischief bubbling inside her. She wasn’t sure where this game would lead, but one thing was certain—she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
To be continued (
will give another update Tommorow night)
Afrah sat up slowly, the early morning light casting a soft glow across the room. Her heart raced as she glanced at Vishal, still fast asleep on the couch. The blanket that had barely covered him had slipped off, leaving his naked body in full view. Her gaze lingered, unable to stop herself from recalling the events of the night before.
She had never imagined herself being so bold, so commanding. It thrilled her to think about how she had taken control, exploring her own desires while coaxing Vishal to the edge of his.
Her fingers traced her navel absentmindedly, her skin still warm from the memory of his release hours ago. She bit her lip, a faint taste of him lingering on her mind like a forbidden indulgence. After he had spilled his seed across her stomach, he'd fallen asleep on the couch, leaving her alone in the quiet aftermath.
She remained in bed, her thoughts a swirl of curiosity and desire as her fingers reluctantly dipped into the remnants on her skin. Bringing them to her lips, she hesitated for only a moment before tasting him. She hadn't expected to enjoy it, but as the sensation unfolded, she found herself savoring every bit, devouring it with an intensity that surprised even her.
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" />She had never done anything like that before, but the curiosity had been overwhelming. It was strange, intense, and undeniably naughty.
Afrah tiptoed toward the couch, unable to resist one last look at him. Vishal's face was peaceful, his strong features softened in sleep. She felt a strange sense of power and vulnerability all at once. He had surrendered to her in a way she hadn't expected, and it made her feel alive.
Afrah stepped out of the shower only in towel . She saw Vishal awake, sitting up on the couch, still completely naked. His smirk was undeniable, his hand lazily resting on his thigh, fingers teasingly grazing his fully erect cock.
“Good morning, Afrah,” he said.
Afrah:“You’re such a pervert, Vishal. Wear some clothes, for God’s sake, and go to your room!”
Vishal :“You didn’t seem to mind last night. Or earlier, when you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”
Afrah:“Shut up,”
She quickly looked away, her grip tightening on the towel around her. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just… go!”
He stood up slowly, stretching as if to emphasize his body, his smirk deepening as he caught her stealing another glance. “You’re staring again, Afrah. Are you sure you want me to leave?”
Her breath hitched as he took a step toward her, the tension thick in the room. “Vishal…” she warned, though her voice was softer now.
He leaned and Said “Relax. I’m just grabbing my clothes.”
Vishal: I’ll see you later.”
Idiot,” she muttered .
Sohail pov:
His flight had to land in Hyderabad due to bad weather.
Sohail slumped into one of the worn-out chairs in the airport waiting room, his mind still consumed by the thought of Afrah. Was she really having an affair? The thought gnawed at him, refusing to let him rest. He had to find out, no matter what. The detour to Hyderabad was frustrating, but he had no choice but to wait for the weather to clear.
As he absentmindedly scanned the room, his eyes suddenly froze. There, just a few feet away, was a face he hadn’t seen in years. Hiba. His heart skipped a beat. He was seeing her after so many since college where she was his crush and friend.Dressed in a modest green salwar suit with a dupatta dbangd delicately over her head, she looked every bit the perfect wife and mother. But her figure had filled out over the years, and her curves were full. Her once slim frame had matured into a voluptuous, that made her even more captivating
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" />For a moment, he felt a rush of nostalgia, the memories of his college days flooding back. But then, darker thoughts crept in. He remembered vividly how his perception of her had changed back then. She had been the charming, innocent beauty every guy admired, including him. But that image shattered the day he stumbled upon her secret.
The memory was seared into his mind. The abandoned college building, the muffled sounds, and the sight of her, pinned between two men, her moans echoing in the empty hall. It had been a shocking, almost surreal moment for him—a mix of betrayal, fascination, and disgust. She had hidden it so well, her perfect facade never slipping. Even now, as he looked at her with her husband and children, he wondered if her family knew the truth. Did her husband have any idea what his wife had done back in college? Or had she buried her past so deeply that even he, who once admired her, had only stumbled upon it by accident?
Hiba laughed softly, leaning down to adjust her youngest child’s jacket, the picture of maternal affection. Her husband, an average-looking, smiled at her warmly. They looked like a happy family. But Sohail couldn’t shake the thought—beneath that perfect exterior, was she still the same woman he had seen that day?
He felt a strange mix of emotions—jealousy, resentment, and an inexplicable attraction. Hiba had been his college crush, the one he had dreamed about. And yet, the image of her from that abandoned building was burned into his mind, tainting every memory he had of her.
Sohail tore his eyes away, his jaw tightening. He didn’t know why he cared. His focus was supposed to be on Afrah, not on a ghost from his past. But as much as he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from rembering the incident.
In college time
the dark past)He was searching for her when got info that she was last seen near the abandoned building.
In the building:
Sohail leaned against the wall, his breath hitching as he tried to process the scene unfolding before his eyes. His chest tightened with disbelief, betrayal, and something darker—a raw, primal reaction he couldn't control. He had come to this abandoned building looking for Hiba, fueled by hope and the thought of finally confessing his feelings for her. Instead, he was greeted by this—an image that would forever scar him.
Through the narrow crack in the door, he could see her clearly. Hiba, the woman he had secretly adored, stood there, her top discarded, her bare, perky breasts exposed for all to see. She looked nothing like the sweet, innocent girl he had idealized.
His hands trembled, his mind screaming at him to look away, but his body betrayed him. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart, yet his body reacted in ways he couldn't control. His pants grew uncomfortably tight, and he cursed himself for it. How could he feel this way when his heart was breaking?
Then Rajveer stepped into view. Sohail recognized him instantly, a cocky, popular guy from their college who always seemed to have women around him. Rajveer approached Hiba with ease, his hands sliding over her bare skin as if she belonged to him. He cupped her breasts, kneading them, and pressed his lips against hers in a heated kiss.
Sohail felt his stomach churn, a mix of jealousy and disgust rising within him. How could she let him do this? How could she allow herself to be so... exposed? He wanted to barge into the room, to pull her away, to demand answers. But his feet felt rooted to the spot, his body frozen with shock.
Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, another man entered the scene. This one came up behind Hiba, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. His hands joined Rajveer's, both men now groping her, playing with her boobs ,the woman he was in love with .
They were engaged in intense make out. I could hear their tongue sucking each other's even from outside the room. Hiba's hands were rested on Rajveer's shoulder and his hands were roaming freely on her boobs
Hiba let out a muffled moan, her lips parted slightly as she leaned into their touch. Sohail's heart shattered into a million pieces. The woman he had loved, the woman he had placed on a pedestal, was willingly surrendering herself to not one but two men.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to suppress the storm of emotions raging inside him. Anger, pain, arousal, and disbelief all swirled together, leaving him overwhelmed and powerless.
Sohail’s mind screamed at him to leave, to turn around and walk away, but his body wouldn’t obey. He was rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the scene through the crack in the door. Every rational thought was drowned out by the overwhelming cocktail of emotions coursing through him—rage, jealousy, disgust, and an uncontrollable, shameful arousal.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms as he watched. “Storm in there, stop this,” a voice in his head urged. But another voice, darker and more pragmatic, stopped him. What would he gain by barging in? Confronting them would only expose him as a desperate fool, and there were two of them. He would likely end up beaten and humiliated. The thought made his stomach churn, but it didn’t help him look away.
His breath hitched as Rajveer’s voice broke through the air, casual and commanding. “Take off your plazo,” Rajveer said, his tone dripping with authority.
Hiba complied without hesitation, sliding the loose fabric down her legs, revealing her thick, creamy thighs in all their glory. Sohail swallowed hard, his throat dry as he watched her step out of the fabric, now completely naked. She stood there unashamed, her body on full display, the curves of her hips and the softness of her thighs mesmerizing even as they filled him with bitter anger.
She knelt slowly on the ground, her movements deliberate and sensual. Sohail’s jaw clenched as the two men in front of her began to undo their pants. Their cock were big,bigger than him .He saw his crush hands reached out, each gripping a different cock, and she began to stroke them.
Sohail’s breathing grew shallow as he stared, his body betraying him once again. He hate her, to hate them, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the act. Her soft hands moved in tandem, jerking the two men off as they groaned in pleasure.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Hiba?” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper. The image of her, the girl he once loved, now on her knees for these men, shattered any lingering illusions he had about her.
Still, he couldn’t leave. His feet felt glued to the floor as he continued to watch, each passing moment a torment he couldn’t escape. His emotions warred within him—anger at her betrayal, jealousy that she would give herself to others so freely, and an unwanted arousal that he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried.
Sohail leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to will himself to leave. But the sounds from the room—her soft moans, their grunts of pleasure—pulled him back in, compelling him to stay. Deep down, he hated himself for it, for being unable to walk away, for letting his emotions and desires consume him so completely.
Sohail’s heart pounded in his chest, his emotions a chaotic storm of rage, heartbreak, and shameful arousal. His eyes refused to look away as he watched Hiba, his love, sink further into the depravity unfolding before him. She switched effortlessly between the two men, her mouth moving over one cock while her hand stroked the other. Her lips glistened, sticky and wet, as she pulled away, briefly catching her breath before resuming. He watched her bobbing cocks of two different men , pleasuring them with her precious lips ,the lips which he haven't even had the privilege to kiss.
Anger surged through Sohail, his jaw clenching so tightly it hurt. How could she do this? How could she let herself be used like this? Yet, despite his fury, his body betrayed him. His own cock raged in his pants, the primal side of him unable to resist the eroticism of the scene.
Then it escalated further. Hiba stood up and bent over a nearby table, presenting herself to Rajveer.
With one swift motion, Rajveer entered her. About one third of his cock went in. Aaaahhhhiiii.....a soft moan came out of her. Rajveer pushed some more, another few inches went in. Hiba spread her legs even further to accommodate him. Her hips flared wider. Rajveer pulled out and immediately pushed back in. This time a bit harder. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiii... Rajveer groaned again; this time a bit louder. This went on for few minutes. With every thrust Rajveer went further in.
Her moans were suppressed as the other man came towards her mouth and stuff his cock inher mouth.
The room echoed with obscene sounds: the rhythmic 'thap, thap, thap' of Rajveer’s thrusts, her muffled moans, and the guttural grunts of the man in front of her.
Sohail’s hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the wall for support, his entire body tense with conflicting emotions.
Each sound stabbed at his heart, yet the sight of her body moving in sync with the two men was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t explain. He hated it. He hated her. But he hated himself more for staying this long, for watching, for letting this moment sear itself into his mind.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. The betrayal, the humiliation, and the shame overwhelmed him. With a final glance at the scene—Hiba’s body shaking under Rajveer’s thrusts as she sucked the other man—Sohail turned and stormed away, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.
His chest felt heavy as he made his way out of the building, each step filled with a mix of anger and despair. He didn’t stop until he was far away, the sounds and images still replaying in his mind like a cruel, unending loop.
Sohail snapped back to reality, the noisy bustle of the airport flooding his senses as he watched Hiba from a distance. She was laughing softly, adjusting the dupatta on her head while her husband stood beside her, one arm protectively dbangd over her shoulder. Her kids clung to her legs, and she smiled at them with a warmth that seemed so genuine it was almost impossible to reconcile with the woman he had seen all those years ago.
His stomach churned as a wave of pity washed over him—not for her, but for her husband. The man likely believed he had married a virtuous, pious woman, someone devoted to him and their family. But Sohail knew the truth, a truth that gnawed at him. If only he knew what she really was, what she’d done back in college...
The thought sickened him further, but it also fueled his bitterness. He clenched his fists, trying to push the memories away. But then, an even more dreaded thought crept into his mind, one that made his blood run cold: Afrah.
Was he traveling to Sri Lanka only to uncover a similar betrayal? The scenes of Hiba's past began to blur with the disturbing possibility of Afrah and Vishal. The idea of Afrah—his Afrah—being ravaged by another man made his chest tighten painfully. He shook his head, trying to banish the image. No, no, that can’t be true. She isn’t like that. She wouldn’t do that.
But doubt lingered. Hiba seemed innocent too, didn’t she?
He looked down at his phone, the screen showing the delayed flight notification. Twelve more hours. Twelve agonizing hours before he could board the flight to Sri Lanka and confirm his suspicions. The wait felt like a cruel twist of fate, trapping him in his own thoughts, spiraling deeper into paranoia and despair.
He stole another glance at Hiba and her family, the perfect picture of domestic bliss. The contrast between her public image and what he knew of her past only amplified his fears about Afrah. As he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, he muttered under his breath, “I need to know. I need to see it with my own eyes.”
Time seemed to crawl as he sat there, consumed by the weight of his doubts, the memories of Hiba, and the looming uncertainty about Afrah.
Afrah:
At 10 a.m., there was a firm knock on Afrah's door. She adjusted her dress one last time, glancing in the mirror. She was ready for sightseeing.
His eyes trailed over her.
Vishal: "You know your punishment isn’t over yet."
Afrah raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat of his gaze and deciding to play along. There was a thrill in the banter, a tension she was starting to enjoy.
Afrah: "But I thought I’d repented."
He smirked, stepping into her room and closing the door behind him.
Vishal: "That was just the start. You’re a very naughty girl, Afrah. Naughty girls deserve harsher treatment."
Afrah felt a tingle run down her spine. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a playful smile on her lips.
Afrah: "But I was such a good girl last night, wasn’t I?"
Vishal stepped closer, towering over her as his strong fingers gently traced her lips.
Vishal: Good girls don’t argue, Afrah."
His hand moved slowly, deliberately, from her lips to her neck, then down her back. When his palm smacked her ass firmly, she gasped, her eyes widening.
Vishal: "That’s for talking back."
Her heart raced. There was a delicious thrill in the way he asserted himself, but Afrah wasn’t about to let him have all the power. She took a step back, her lips curling into a sly smile as she looked up at him.
Afrah: I don’t think I deserve to be punished. Maybe you’re just being unfair, Daddy."
The word slipped out before she could stop herself, and her face flushed immediately. Where did that come from? Maybe it was all the spicy novels she’d been devouring lately. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for his reaction.
Vishal’s eyes darkened, his smirk transforming into something more primal. He tilted his head, studying her as though she’d just thrown down a challenge.
Vishal: "Oh, so that’s how we’re playing now? Calling me 'Daddy' won’t save you from your punishment, Afrah. In fact…" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "it might just make it worse.Careful, Afrah. You might not be ready for the punishment I have in mind."*
His thumb brushed her lower lip, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Vishal: "Here’s the deal—you’ll do exactly what I say today. No arguments, no hesitation. Understand?"
Afrah swallowed, her pulse pounding in her ears. She nodded, but then added softly, her voice dripping with mischief,
Afrah: "Yes, Daddy."
Vishal’s smirk returned, but it was darker now, his hand sliding down to her lower back.
Vishal: "Good girl. Let’s see if you can behave yourself today. But remember—naughty girls don’t get away without consequences."
As he pulled back, Afrah felt a mix of anticipation and mischief bubbling inside her. She wasn’t sure where this game would lead, but one thing was certain—she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
To be continued (
will give another update Tommorow night)
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