Adultery Rough Town, Soft Skin - Sonali’s Forbidden Touch in Jadpredesh
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Rough Town, Soft Skin
Sonali’s Forbidden Touch in Jadpredesh

"Sonali, I might be a little late today. We have a special meeting with some officials from Delhi about a new road project," Jay said as he got ready for work.

"Oh, what time will you be home?" Sonali asked in a calm voice.
"Around 10:00 p.m., baby."

"Okay then, please be careful while traveling at night. I hope someone will give you a ride back."

"Don’t worry, baby. I’ll come home in the office cab," Jay replied with a smile.

"Take care, see you soon, Jay. Love you."

Sonali ended the call with a soft sigh. She could hear the tiredness in Jay’s voice. He had been working long hours lately, and she hated seeing him so worn out.

Just a few months ago, they lived in Bandra, one of the liveliest parts of Mumbai. But everything changed when Jay was transferred to a remote area called Jadpredesh, deep in the heart of Madhya Pradesh. Life here was completely different.

Jadpredesh was known for all the wrong reasons—illegal drug trade, human trafficking, and high crime rates. It was nearly 250 kilometers away from Indore city and was cut off from the rest of the world. The roads were broken and full of potholes, and no trains went there. Only a few old buses made the difficult 10-hour journey, slowly crawling through damaged roads. Because of this, people here lived in isolation.

Poverty hung in the air like a heavy cloud. Most people survived by working on farms or in old mills, earning just enough to eat each day. The town had a few small government offices, but nothing more. The buildings looked tired and worn out. Bullock carts and three-wheeled rickshaws moved slowly along the dusty roads, adding to the town’s quiet sadness.

For Sonali, it felt like stepping back in time. Everything here was slow, old, and unfamiliar.

Before moving to this quiet, old-fashioned town, Sonali lived in busy Mumbai. She worked as an insurance advisor and was one of the best in her company. With her education and smart way of working, she quickly moved up in her job. When she left, she was already the assistant manager of her team.

But in this small and slow town, there weren’t any big companies or good job offers. Still, Sonali didn’t give up. Because of her skills, she found a way to work as a freelance risk analyst for a company based overseas. Her job gave her the freedom to work from home and spend more time with her loving husband and their little boy—something she didn’t get to do much in Mumbai.

Jay, her husband, is a simple and kind man in his early thirties. He and Sonali met at a family function and slowly fell in love. After five years of being together, they got married. Their son, Arul, is now in grade 1 and is the heart of their home.

Jay works as a supervisor for government contracts. He is honest and always follows the law. That honesty got him into trouble. He refused to approve some deals that didn’t follow the rules—deals pushed by clever, powerful businessmen in Mumbai. Angry at him, they made false complaints. His ministry gave in to pressure and suddenly transferred Jay to this faraway town, far from the city and everything they once knew.

Sonali was 29, and she stood out wherever she went.

With her glowing skin, graceful walk, and natural charm, she often became the center of attention without even trying. Her figure was striking—an hourglass shape that could easily rival any Bollywood star. She had full, firm 36D breasts that looked perfect on her slim body. Her waist was around 30 inches, and her hips curved beautifully at 34. Even after six years of marriage and having a child, Sonali’s body looked youthful and tight, her breasts still perky and well-shaped.

Back in Mumbai, she had often caught people staring—office coworkers sneaking quick glances, neighbors pretending not to look, even Jay’s friends sometimes lingering a little too long in their gaze. Some strangers on the street had even made bold, naughty comments when she passed by. Her fitted blouses and sarees often made her curves stand out even more, especially her chest, which always drew the most attention.

But even though she was admired by many, Sonali never gave anyone a reason to think they had a chance.

She was deeply in love with Jay. She was loyal, confident, and proud. Her beauty was matched by her strength and grace. That quiet strength made her even more attractive. It added a layer of pride and mystery, the kind that made most men admire from afar but think twice before saying anything disrespectful.

Sonali was not just sexy—she was powerful, and her love was something she gave only to one man.

Sonali didn’t want Jay to accept the transfer. She even offered to speak to his superiors herself. Moving to this slow, developing town was the last thing she wanted. One of her biggest worries was Arul’s future. She had always dreamed of giving their son the best education possible. In the old town, the colleges had fewer teachers, poor facilities, and hardly any activities. She knew Arul would miss out on a lot.

But Jay wasn’t the kind of man to stand up and fight back. Unlike other men his age, he wasn’t confident or bold when it came to dealing with authority. He simply accepted what was given to him.

Jay had always been quiet, kind, and hardworking. He followed rules strictly and never liked arguments or complaints. He was a workaholic—spending long hours at his job—and though his love for Sonali and Arul was deep.

This made Sonali feel helpless. She was stronger and more outspoken than Jay. And in her heart, she couldn’t understand how he could quietly agree to a transfer that would change their lives so much.

“Rekha, you can leave now. It’s almost 7:00 pm,” Sonali said gently. “Jay will be a little late today, so I’ll wait and have dinner with him.”

Before Rekha stepped out, Sonali added with a kind smile, “Take some food with you, please.”

Rekha had been working at Sonali’s house for the past six months, ever since Sonali and Jay moved into this small but cozy home in Jadpredesh. Rekha lived in a nearby slum and was the helping hand Sonali had desperately needed.

When they first arrived in this quiet town, life felt overwhelming. Sonali had to manage the household chores, take care of Arul, and handle her work too. It was too much. She and Jay had tried to find a reliable maid, but it wasn’t easy in a place like this. Jay even asked a few of his colleagues, but nothing worked out.

Then, At a small office function, they met a local builder who often tried to win government construction contracts. Both Sonali and Jay got a good impression of him. He seemed polite and trustworthy. When they told him about their maid problem, he promised to help.

Two weeks later, he introduced them to Rekha.

Since then, Rekha had become a part of their little world. She was kind, respectful, and especially loving toward Arul. Watching Rekha play with her son, Sonali often felt a soft smile forming on her lips. In a town full of dust and silence, Rekha brought a quiet kind of comfort—and that made Sonali feel just a little more at home.

Rekha always helped Sonali manage the house and take care of Arul. She stayed at home during the day, looking after Arul when Sonali had work outside. Sonali was kind to Rekha, not just because she was helpful, but because she came from a very poor background. Her husband didn’t work at all—he just drank alcohol all day and often argued with Rekha about money.

“This is how life is for most women in my area,” Rekha said one evening, as she chopped vegetables in the kitchen.
Sonali leaned on the counter and listened quietly. She had heard these stories before but hearing them again, so close to her own life now, made them feel heavier.

Rekha continued, “Every time there’s an election, the ward councilors come and promise us they’ll stop the drug dealers and give the women small jobs to earn something… but that’s only during elections. After that, they vanish. We only see them again when there’s another function or festival.”

Sonali gave a deep sigh. “It’s the sad truth in India, Rekha. We have to accept this, I guess.”

Rekha nodded. “Our women aren’t educated like you, madam. They believe the sweet words of politicians and vote for them. My husband and the other men—they follow those leaders for money and alcohol during election time.”
“That’s really sad,” Sonali said softly, feeling the weight of her maid’s pain.

“I’ll speak to Jay… maybe he can help your husband find some kind of job,” she added gently. She wasn’t sure it would change things, but she wanted to try.

“Thank you, madam,” Rekha said, her eyes shining a little. “You are very kind. I’ve been begging him to find work, but he just fights with me and shouts.”

“Don’t lose hope, Rekha,” Sonali said, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. “I’ll try to do something for you.”

This was the reality of politics in this forgotten town—less a system of governance, and more a tightly-run mafia. The majority of local politicians played a cunning game, manipulating the poor and uneducated for their own gain. Because Jadpredesh was so isolated from major cities, it had become easy for these power-hungry men—politicians, businessmen, and their allies—to control everything as they pleased.

Sonali understood all too well how this kind of politics worked. It was one of the reasons she and her beloved Jay had been forced to move to this dusty, neglected place. She had seen how things operated from the inside. If any government officer dared to go against the will of these local powers, no matter how talented or experienced they were, they would be punished—often with a sudden transfer to a place like this. That’s how Jay ended up here. They had no say in the matter.

Sonali felt frustrated, but she also knew she was helpless. This was just how the system worked. And like many others, they had no choice but to accept it… for now.

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