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

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  "I don't think I can buy any good clothes in this town, Jay," Sonali said, brushing her fingers along the hem of her plain cotton kurta. Her voice carried a soft pout, laced with quiet frustration. "This place feels like it’s been swallowed by time. It’s so old and dull… Can’t you see it?"

Jay leaned back against the worn wooden frame of the window, arms crossed, a slight smile on his lips. "See, babe... Not every town is Mumbai. That doesn’t mean they don’t have something for a pretty lady like you," 

  "Maybe you’re right," she murmured, folding her arms beneath her chest, "but this place feels stuck in the 19th century. Did you see how Rekha was dressed? Like she walked straight out of a slavery-era movie."

Jay's smile faded, just slightly. "Sonali... you’re getting too worked up. We have to adjust—at least until I get that transfer to Mumbai or Delhi." 
She noticed it instantly. That shift in his tone, the weariness behind his eyes. Jay had been under pressure lately, and she didn’t want to push him further. Her voice softened as she crossed the room and rested her hand gently on his chest.

"I know, babe..." she whispered. "We won’t be stuck here forever. I believe in you. You’ll make it happen—for me… and for Arul." Her words floated between them like a quiet promise.

  "But does that mean you won’t come shopping with me this Saturday?" she asked, raising her eyebrows with mock seriousness.
He sighed. "No, Sonali. I told you—I have to attend that media conference at the main house. It’s about the new development project in Bhadur Nagar. I can’t miss it."   

Bhadur Nagar is one of the poorest and most underdeveloped places in the region, located about 550 kilometers away from Jadpredesh. The only nearby town is Jadpredesh, which itself is not well connected. Bhadur Nagar sits on the edge of a rough, stormy sea and is surrounded by thick, wild forests. 

As part of a new government project, the central government has decided to build a hospital and a college in Bhadur Nagar. However, the road between Jadpredesh and Bhadur Nagar is in terrible shape—full of potholes, narrow paths, and broken bridges. It takes more than 24 hours to travel this distance, even by heavy-duty vehicles.

People in Jadpredesh were shocked when the local government announced this plan. Many believed that fixing the road should be the first step. If a proper road is built, it would take only a few hours to reach Bhadur Nagar, and life there would slowly start to improve.

However, some local politicians saw this as a chance to win votes in the upcoming election. They knew that starting a road project would take years to finish, and voters wouldn’t see results in time. Instead, they decided to build small, cheap buildings for a hospital and college. These could be finished quickly and proudly shown off as signs of progress—even if the road stayed broken. By opening these buildings before the election, they hoped to impress the people of this remote, struggling town and secure their votes.

"Oh… is this the one you wanted me to be the presenter for?" Sonali asked, looking at Jay with a bit of surprise.
"Yes, babe," Jay said with a gentle smile. "You know, the higher officials couldn’t find anyone local to present at the meeting. Even people from Indore and nearby cities didn’t want to come all the way here."
He stepped closer. "So… my boss, Mr. Thakur, asked about you."
Sonali nodded slowly. "He’s a kind man. I’ve spoken to him a few times. He seems like a gentleman."

Jay smiled. "Yes, he is."

"But Jay…" Sonali’s voice became serious. "I don’t feel right presenting at a meeting like that. The local government just wants to make a small project look big. They want to impress people just to win votes. I don’t want to be a part of something that feels fake. Please tell Mr. Thakur I’m sorry."
Jay’s smile faded. "I understand, babe. I already told him. But… he’s done a lot for us. Helped us when we moved here. This is his last request."

Sonali looked confused. "Last request? What do you mean?"

"Mr. Thakur is being transferred," Jay explained. "He’s leaving for Kashmir soon. This conference will be his last work here in Jadpredesh. The day after the meeting, he’ll be gone."

"Oh… I didn’t know that," Sonali said softly.

"We only found out yesterday," Jay replied.

"So… who will be your new boss?"

"Mr. Ravi. The deputy head of the department."

Sonali thought for a moment. Jay looked at her seriously.

"That’s why I asked you again," he said. "Please think about it. Mr. Thakur really respects you. He knows you’ve done a lot of presenting since college. It’s just for three or four hours. I’ll be there with you the whole time."

 "It would mean a lot to me, Sonali. I want my team and the builders, contractors to see the woman I’m so proud of—my smart and beautiful wife."
Sonali looked at him closely. She knew Jay wasn’t the type to show off. He was always calm and quiet, never looking for attention. He tried to stay away from stress or trouble and just wanted a peaceful life. Maybe that’s why some people thought he was a bit strange—like an educated man who didn’t fully understand the world. But Sonali knew better. She saw the kindness in him, the way he cared deeply.

Maybe, she thought, this wasn’t just about the meeting. Maybe Jay just wanted others to see who she really was.

She smiled softly. "Okay… I’ll think about it again, Jay. Don’t worry."

Sonali had always been one of the brightest stars during her college days. She had a natural charm and confidence that set her apart. Whether it was a college event or a university seminar, she was always the one standing in front—commanding the stage with grace, power, and that special sparkle in her eyes.

She quickly became a well-known presenter, not just in college but also during her time at university and later in the multinational company she worked for in Mumbai. Her slim, curvy figure, her elegant yet teasing sense of fashion, and the confidence in her voice made her presentations feel like magic. People didn’t just listen—they were drawn to her.

But Sonali wasn’t only a speaker. She was a dancer, too. Back in college, her dance performances were like poetry in motion. So much so that the university’s production team invited her to join their shows. Even some big media companies noticed her. A few even offered her chances to appear in famous TV commercials. They saw what everyone else did—her beauty, her energy, and the spark that made people remember her.
Though she was interested, her parents didn’t agree. They believed modeling and media weren’t the right path for their daughter, and Sonali, being respectful and loving, chose to listen to them.

Even after marriage, when she moved to Mumbai with Jay, the offers didn’t stop. Big media houses—companies that ran multi-million rupee ads—saw her potential as a model and dancer. They admired the way she moved, the way she carried herself, the way her presence turned heads.
But Jay, and especially his parents, had a clear boundary: no modeling, no acting.

And because she loved Jay with all her heart, she gave it all up. She folded that dream gently and tucked it away in the quiet corners of her heart. Not with regret, but with love—because, to her, Jay was worth more than any spotlight.