Wicked Whispers

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It was noon when Ali returned home from the market, his arms weighed down by grocery bags. As he approached the house—a neatly maintained, double-story home in a quiet, upscale neighborhood—he noticed a car parked in the driveway.  

It was Noor's car. Ali recognized it instantly. His son, Ayan, was at his friend's place for the day—a rare opportunity for Ali to have some time alone with Sheeza. Privacy was a luxury in their well-furnished yet busy home.  

But that chance seemed lost now, with Sheeza's friend's car sitting there. He lingered near the gate for a moment, glancing at the closed curtains of the living room window. A part of him wondered if he should just leave again, but curiosity held him in place.


Ali's grip tightened on the doorframe as he listened to their conversation. The mention of Asish had caught him off guard. He had never heard that name before, yet it seemed to mean a lot to Sheeza.  

He leaned in closer, his pulse quickening. From his hidden spot, he could see them now—Sheeza and Noor, seated comfortably on the bed. The room was softly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting gentle shadows.  

"I'm married now. Is he not married?" Sheeza's voice carried a mix of curiosity and caution.  

Noor's grin widened. "Still curious, I see. Want to know who he's married to?"  

Sheeza hesitated, her expression wavering between curiosity and something deeper—something Ali couldn't quite place.  

"Who?" she finally asked, a note of vulnerability in her voice.  

Noor leaned back, enjoying the suspense she was building. "Still interested in him, huh? Still imagine being his wife? Well, he's married to Nisha—you remember her, right? From our junior batch. But honestly, I think he's still that same old Asish. The charming, carefree one... You know him better than anyone. Everyone had a crush on him—even me! I used to have some very... racy dreams about him."  

Noor's playful confession was met with Sheeza's mock glare, followed by a burst of laughter that rang warmly through the room. The two women shared a moment, their laughter mingling, yet Ali felt a knot tightening in his chest. 

Ali's mind reeled as he listened to Noor's bold, unfiltered words. Each revelation hit him like a punch—raw, unexpected, and unsettling. The image of his wife, modest and composed, a picture of grace and decency, now blurred with the wild, uninhibited woman Noor described.  

"Can you blame me? I heard your moans so many times when he used to fuck you while I waited outside the room. Remember the Manali trip? You guys were like rabbits, fucking all day!" Noor giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes.  

Sheeza's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia flickering across her face. "It's not like that," she muttered softly.  

Noor laughed louder. "Oh please, spare me! Like I haven't seen you two doing it. Remember New Year's night, in his car? You literally blew him while I was in the backseat, and he was driving!"

Sheeza's light slap on Noor's arm only made Noor laugh harder. Ali's head throbbed as his world tilted. The woman he had known for years, the wife who now wore modest dresses, who spoke softly and carried herself with restraint—had she really been this bold, this sluty before they met?  

All the times he had asked about her past boyfriends, her relationships before him, and Sheeza had always brushed it off, denying any significant history. Had it all been a lie? The idea that she had shared such intense, intimate moments with someone else while hiding it from him all these years stung sharply.  


"You were looking so beautiful with his cock in your mouth,"Noor teased, her voice bold and unabashed.  

Ali's breath caught in his throat. Did he just hear that right? His wife—the woman he knew as modest, composed, and almost reserved—had done something so... brazen.  

His mind raced, caught between disbelief and a strange, unwelcome arousal. In all their years together, Sheeza had rarely done that for him—only on rare occasions, and only after much persuasion. Yet here she was, described as someone entirely different, someone soslutty.

An image flashed through his mind, vivid and intrusive—Sheeza, his beautiful, demure wife, naked with another man. Her lips wrapped around him, eyes glimmering with a look Ali had rarely seen. The thought left him reeling, sickened and yet strangely electrified.  

He pressed himself tighter against the wall, his heart hammering. Noor's laughter and Sheeza's flushed, embarrassed face came back into view. There was a side to his wife he had never known—a side that had existed before him, a side she had buried deep.  



"So...?"Noor prompted, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.  

"So... what?" Sheeza replied cautiously, her voice a bit hesitant.  

"Oh, Sheeza, what about meeting him?" Noor pressed, a smirk dancing on her lips.  

Ali's heart pounded. He silently begged Sheeza to shut it down, to refuse firmly, to laugh it off as a silly suggestion. But her response came hesitant, uncertain.  

"I don't know..." Sheeza's voice trailed off, her tone lacking conviction.  

Ali's mind raced. Why wasn't she more decisive? Why wasn't she shutting this down completely?  

"He just wants to see you," Noor coaxed gently.  

There was a pause, a moment of silence heavy enough that Ali could almost hear Sheeza's thoughts.  

"But Ali... would it not be deceiving him?"Sheeza's voice was soft, conflicted.  

Ali's chest tightened. She was thinking about him—about their marriage—but there was still a wavering in her voice that unsettled him. Why wasn't it a clear, firm no? Why did it sound like she was considering it, weighing it, rather than rejecting it outright?  

A part of him wanted to burst into the room, to confront them, to demand answers. Yet another part—more uncertain, more vulnerable—kept him rooted in place, unable to move.