Adultery Beneath Modesty

[Zoz34]

For the first few days of the Sion project, Kinaza had managed well enough keeping her head low, her eyes on the blueprints, and her words clipped whenever Vikram was around.He, of course, was the opposite. A charmer, always flanked by two or three female interns who giggled at his easy jokes.But Kinaza knew the truth behind that polished smile: a bigot, a misogynist, an arrogant prick.
By Friday evening, exhaustion tugged at her body, but she sat glued to her laptop, editing elevations.She didn’t even hear him approach.
Vikram:“So focused… so determined. Careful, Kinza, too much stress will spoil your health… and that pretty face.”His smirk lingered, eyes glinting with mischief.
Kinaza:“Don’t disturb me.”She didn’t look up, her fingers hitting the keys harder than before.
Vikram:“Why are you always so grumpy?”
Kinaza:“What do you want?”
Vikram:“Can’t I just say hi to my beautiful colleague?”
Kinaza:“If you don’t have anything productive to say, don’t bother me.”
Vikram:“So rude… I only wanted to spend a little time with you.”
That made her snap her head up, eyes burning.
Kinaza:“I don’t want to spend even a second with an arrogant prick like you.”
Instead of being offended, Vikram chuckled softly, his smirk widening.
Vikram:“So insensitive, our Kinza. But looks like fate has other plans. Tomorrow… Gurgaon. Just you and me. Khanna Sir’s orders.”
For a moment, she froze, her mouth falling open. A whole day… with him?It felt like torture wrapped in inevitability.As soon as he walked away, smug and satisfied, she marched to Khanna Sir’s cabin, gathering her courage. But before she could even begin, he looked up from his desk.
Khanna Sir:“Good, Kinza. Tomorrow you’ll be going to Gurgaon with Vikram. Everything’s set.”
Her lips parted, but no protest came out.The decision had already been made.


Next morning 
The morning sun hung pale in the Delhi sky as Kinaza adjusted the folds of her pink hijjaab.Her outfit was modest loose shirt, straight pants yet her body betrayed her modesty.The soft round curve of her peach-shaped ass refused to be hidden, the fabric clinging just enough to make its presence known.

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Vikram was already waiting under the office building, leaning casually against his car, phone in hand.She wanted to refuse, to demand another arrangement, but the decision wasn’t hers.Khanna Sir’s orders left her no choice.

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The drive to Gurgaon stretched long.Kinaza stared out the window, fingers gripping her bag tightly.Vikram, of course, didn’t stop talking little jokes, stories, remarks aimed at her.He was animated, charming even, but to her, every word was like sandpaper.She answered in clipped tones, her face calm, hiding the irritation bubbling inside.
By the time their work wrapped up in the evening, fatigue pressed on her shoulders.But Vikram’s energy remained, his voice filling the car again as they drove back.She ignored him, gazing at the fading sky, silently praying for the ride to end.

Finally, they pulled up outside her home.Relief washed over her as she stepped out, mumbling a polite “thanks.”But once inside, she realized her phone was missing. she must have left it in his car. she borrowed her ammi’s phone and dialed his number.Within minutes, the familiar sound of his car horn echoed outside.
She came out, Her voice was low, reluctant.
“Sorry… I troubled you. I left my phone.”
Vikram grinned, holding it out of reach for just a second.
Vikram:“So silly you are, Kinza. Always clumsy.”

Her eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.As she reached to snatch the phone, a sharp ping cut through the air.Her screen lit up in his hand.
A Reddit notification.
Bold letters across it: “Am I breedable?” a post from r/IndianGoneWild
Time froze.Her breath caught, heat rising to her cheeks as her eyes darted to the screen, then back to his smirking face.Vikram’s lips curled into the slowest, cruelest smile.
Vikram:“Interesting…”
She grabbed the phone, her fingers trembling, and almost ran back inside without another word.Her heart pounded, shame and fury clashing in her chest.




“Stupid… stupid!” Kinaza hissed under her breath, pacing in the dim light of her room.
Of all people, she had to get caught by him. Vikram Sood.That arrogant prick.

Her heart thudded painfully as she replayed the moment again and again the smirk on his lips, the cruel glint in his eyes when that Reddit notification flashed.
She had been so careful all this time. Her life was supposed to be disciplined, modest, guided by prayer and repentance.But she was also a woman.A woman with desire.
Since her last boyfriend in college, she hadn’t been with anyone. Not even close. Her attempts at modesty, her return to religious discipline it was all supposed to silence those cravings. For a while, it worked.But lately, her body had betrayed her.At 24, with youth humming through her veins, she ached with hunger she could no longer deny.

First, it was books cheap smutty novels read in secret.Then porn, sparingly, when the urges grew too strong.But three weeks ago, she had discovered Reddit’s darker corners.That world was something else.Racy. Kinky. Addictive.There, she had found couples posting blurred yet obscene videos, singles flaunting themselves, strangers leaving filthy remarks in the comments.And it hooked her instantly.
 two days agoThe glow of her phone screen lit up her face as she scrolled. Then she found it a video that stopped her breath.
A woman knelt on the floor, face blurred but body trembling with hunger.Her lips stretched wide around a fat, veiny cock thick and wet, shining with spit.The man gripped her hair, thrusting slowly at first, then deeper, making her throat bulge as she gagged softly.The mic picked up everything slurp… schluck… gluck obscene sounds echoing as if the phone itself was wet.
Kinaza’s eyes widened.
The woman sucked like she would die without that cock, drool spilling down her chin, strings of saliva clinging as she pulled back before plunging her mouth again.Precum leaked constantly, pooling at the corners of her lips, glistening like pearly slime smeared across her mouth.The camera zoomed in her lips shining, her throat convulsing, the cock twitching heavy against her tongue.
Kinaza’s thighs squeezed tight.Her fingers slipped inside her pajama bottoms before she even realized it.One hand holding the phone, the other rubbing her fat clit in frantic circles.
“Hhh…” she gasped, her breath ragged as the woman on screen gagged again, spit bubbles foaming.The man groaned, hips thrusting rougher, making his cock piston in and out of the woman’s messy, dripping mouth.
Kinaza’s hips bucked against her own hand.Her wet pussy was soaking her fingers now, squelching as she rubbed harder, faster.
Then the camera caught it thick strings of precum drooling from the cockhead as the woman smeared it all over her lips, licking it back up with feverish hunger.
It was too much.Kinaza’s body tensed, eyes glued to the screen as she rubbed furiously, clit throbbing under her touch.With a muffled cry into her pillow, she came hard pussy clenching, juices spilling as her body trembled with the forbidden release.

It must have been then, in her haze, that she had tapped the wrong button.
Notifications left on.A single mistake.And today… Vikram had seen.Her chest tightened, a knot of shame and panic.“ya *""""***” she whispered, pressing th
e phone to her chest.How would she face him tomorrow?