05-10-2025, 12:22 PM
Winning the court case felt like a small fire starting inside me. It gave me courage and I felt a little bit relaxed also. It was not just about keeping my son, Adnan, safe anymore. It was also about finding my own strength again.
The next day, I found Ranjeet near the coffee machine. All the other people were busy with work. The only sound was the machine making coffee.
"I won," I told him in a very soft voice. We were standing so close I could feel the warmth from his body. "The judge gave me temporary sole custody. Asif... he can only see Adnan when someone is watching them, like a stranger in an official room."
Ranjeet’s eyes lit up. His whole face looked happy, and the tenseness he had lately was gone. He gave me his special smile, the one that always made me feel weak. It was a full, honest smile that promised both happiness and trouble. He started to reach for me, but then he stopped himself. His hand was very close to my arm, and I could feel the electricity in the air between us. He looked like a man standing at the edge of a high cliff, scared to take the next step.
"Nabila," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. "This is wonderful news. You deserve this. I'm so happy for you and for Adnan." He looked at my breasts for a moment and then looked back into my eyes. He could see I was still worried. "But you don't look happy. Tell me. What is bothering you?"
I was nervous. "The visits... Asif is trying to confuse Adnan by passing secret messages to him." My voice broke, and I tried hard not to cry. Then I told him my biggest fear. "And also about us Ranjeet…We need to be extra careful ... .Especially when Asif is seeking an excuse to snatch Adnan away from me…The elevator thing….It must not happen again….please…"
I suddenly remembered our adventure in the elevator. His body was pressed against mine, and we made love with a lot of passion. It was risky and crazy. "If anyone had seen us... Asif could have used it against me in court."
Ranjeet's expression became very serious and protective. He was thoughtful for a moment, standing silently with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“You're right," he whispered, his eyes looking straight into mine. "It was madness. I am sorry for putting you at risk when you needed support." He lowered his voice. " We have to be very careful, like thieves in the night. Your safety and Adnan’s safety are the most important thing. Always."
That night, after putting Adnan to sleep, I got a What’s app message from Ranjeet.
Ranjeet: You there?
Me: Yep,
Ranjeet: What you doing ?
Me: Nothing.Just lying on bed.
Ranjeet: Should I come? Is there any space in the bed?
Me: Well….well…well…Mr.Singh….It has plenty of space.. But you need to be patient….”
Ranjeet: I guess…if this situation continues…I will be the real patient…my firecracker….
Me: Owwww ... .dear ... .few more days…please..
Ranjeet: Seriously Nabi…..I’m really tired of these things…I really want to declare openly that I love you…and I don’t care about fucking anyone….
Me: Awwww…Sweet…. believe me, every single day I dream of doing exactly like that. I want to tell the whole world that I love you.But it’s not a good time to do that now. We have to be strong together. Just for a little longer.
Ranjeet: Your safety is more important to me than anything. The only future I want is one where you and Adnan are safe and happy. That is my only goal.
Me: So…sweett…love…I'm not used to being someone's main goal.
Ranjeet: Then get used to it Janeman.You deserve to be loved.
Me: That distance felt very small in the office today.
Ranjeet: Please don't say that. It was very difficult not to touch you. I just wanted to hold you and kiss your fear away.
Me: No…It can be dangerous…lol..I expected only a kiss in the elevator…..And you took more than that….
Ranjeet: Ohhh…come…. on darling. Don’t put blame on me only….You too did’nt stop me… you were complicit also…
Me: Only you are to be blamed , Mr. Innocent….You made me weak…with ….all of your charms….
Ranjeet: Not my fault…..You are the main culprit…jaanu…. Whenever I see you…your dark eyes….your silky hair….your boobs….your ass….your perfect body….my heart starts pounding like it would go out of my body….and my Popat lal stands up to salute you…….
Me: Bad boy…..I guess from tomorrow I will have to wear an Abaya (Burqa) to hide my body…..
Ranjeet: OMG ... .Don't say that ... .It will have exactly the reverse effect on me…..I really like the woman in Abayas ... ... .I find it very hot…
Me: Strange…
Ranjeet: I’m being honest…
Me: Ok..Ok…Mr.Honest…it’s getting late now…We should sleep otherwise it would get late in the morning…
.
Ranjeet: Ohk…as you like my love……But i’m really happy for you winning the case.
Me: Thank you Ranjeet…
Ranjeet: Welcome….Luv u….
Me: Luv u 2…Now sleep…Good Night…
Ranjeet: Wait…
Me:What…
Ranjeet: Send me pic of good night kiss..please…
Me: Owwww….dear…
I pouted my lips and took the photo and sent it to Ranjeet..
Ranjeet: Wooow…..precious….Thanks wildfire…
Me: Now…go…Gn…
At work, we started acting like we barely knew each other. We were Mr. Singh and Ms. Siddiqui. If we passed in the hallway, we would just nod. Our real conversations happened late at night, through messages.
The real test came a few days later, outside the family center where Adnan meets his father. The supervisor, Sunita, met me.
"He was well-behaved," she said. "But..." she pointed to Adnan, who was walking towards me holding a new tablet. "Papa gave it to me!" Adnan said happily. "It has games! He said he is very lonely and we can video call every night so he can see my face."
I felt sick. The tablet was not a gift; it was a trick. It was Asif's way to get past the rules and into our home. He could now talk to Adnan without any supervision.
That evening, Ammi saw me staring at the tablet. "So," she said, "He has learned new tricks." "It's worse, Ammi," I said. "If I take the tablet away, I'm a bad mother. If I let him keep it, Asif is in his bedroom every night." Ammi was calm. "You don't play his game. You change the rules. Talk to your lawyer. All calls must be scheduled, and you must be present for them. He wants to be the 'fun' father, but fun fathers must also respect boundaries."
Her words made me feel stronger. Later that night, I told Ranjeet what happened.
Ranjeet: The clever bastard. He couldn't get through the main door, so he tried to enter through window….
Me: Exactly. Ammi says I have to set rules. But I'm so tired of fighting all the time.
Ranjeet: I know. But you're fighting for that peaceful life we talked about. Every rule you make is another brick in our foundation.
Ranjeet: And this trick shows he is getting desperate. He is losing control. It means you are winning.
Me: It doesn't feel like I'm winning.
Ranjeet: Forget that loser….and focus on positive things….
The next week, my lawyer, Mrs. Sharma, sent a formal email to Asif's lawyer with the new rules: The tablet was only for games. All video calls had to be scheduled with me and happen on my phone, while I was present.
One evening, I was tucking Adnan into bed. "Mummy," he asked, "is Papa mad at me? Is that why you have to watch us when we talk?" His words broke my heart. He thought this was his fault. "No, my love. Never," I said, hugging him. "This is about grown-up rules. You have done nothing wrong."
Life slowly became a little more peaceful. Asif followed the new rules and was quiet. At work, Ranjeet and I continued to act like strangers, but our love was still there, hidden in small things. A book left on my desk, a secret note in a shared computer file.
I took Adnan to a therapist, Dr. Aliya. She gave me great advice. She said, "When Adnan says 'Papa is sad,' you should say, 'It's okay for Papa to be sad. But your only job is to be a kid. Grown-up feelings are for grown-ups.'" She also told me to create new, happy memories with him.
So, I made an "Adventure Jar" filled with fun activities written on slips of paper. The first one he picked was "Visit the Vintage Car Museum." We had a wonderful time. I took him to the Zoo and fun park with my Ammi. Adnan was just a little boy again, his face alight with wonder, the shadows of the past few days momentarily banished. As he chattered excitedly on the drive home, I felt a profound shift. I felt like I wasn't just protecting my son anymore; I was rebuilding his happy childhood.
The next day, I found Ranjeet near the coffee machine. All the other people were busy with work. The only sound was the machine making coffee.
"I won," I told him in a very soft voice. We were standing so close I could feel the warmth from his body. "The judge gave me temporary sole custody. Asif... he can only see Adnan when someone is watching them, like a stranger in an official room."
Ranjeet’s eyes lit up. His whole face looked happy, and the tenseness he had lately was gone. He gave me his special smile, the one that always made me feel weak. It was a full, honest smile that promised both happiness and trouble. He started to reach for me, but then he stopped himself. His hand was very close to my arm, and I could feel the electricity in the air between us. He looked like a man standing at the edge of a high cliff, scared to take the next step.
"Nabila," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. "This is wonderful news. You deserve this. I'm so happy for you and for Adnan." He looked at my breasts for a moment and then looked back into my eyes. He could see I was still worried. "But you don't look happy. Tell me. What is bothering you?"
I was nervous. "The visits... Asif is trying to confuse Adnan by passing secret messages to him." My voice broke, and I tried hard not to cry. Then I told him my biggest fear. "And also about us Ranjeet…We need to be extra careful ... .Especially when Asif is seeking an excuse to snatch Adnan away from me…The elevator thing….It must not happen again….please…"
I suddenly remembered our adventure in the elevator. His body was pressed against mine, and we made love with a lot of passion. It was risky and crazy. "If anyone had seen us... Asif could have used it against me in court."
Ranjeet's expression became very serious and protective. He was thoughtful for a moment, standing silently with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“You're right," he whispered, his eyes looking straight into mine. "It was madness. I am sorry for putting you at risk when you needed support." He lowered his voice. " We have to be very careful, like thieves in the night. Your safety and Adnan’s safety are the most important thing. Always."
That night, after putting Adnan to sleep, I got a What’s app message from Ranjeet.
Ranjeet: You there?
Me: Yep,
Ranjeet: What you doing ?
Me: Nothing.Just lying on bed.
Ranjeet: Should I come? Is there any space in the bed?
Me: Well….well…well…Mr.Singh….It has plenty of space.. But you need to be patient….”
Ranjeet: I guess…if this situation continues…I will be the real patient…my firecracker….
Me: Owwww ... .dear ... .few more days…please..
Ranjeet: Seriously Nabi…..I’m really tired of these things…I really want to declare openly that I love you…and I don’t care about fucking anyone….
Me: Awwww…Sweet…. believe me, every single day I dream of doing exactly like that. I want to tell the whole world that I love you.But it’s not a good time to do that now. We have to be strong together. Just for a little longer.
Ranjeet: Your safety is more important to me than anything. The only future I want is one where you and Adnan are safe and happy. That is my only goal.
Me: So…sweett…love…I'm not used to being someone's main goal.
Ranjeet: Then get used to it Janeman.You deserve to be loved.
Me: That distance felt very small in the office today.
Ranjeet: Please don't say that. It was very difficult not to touch you. I just wanted to hold you and kiss your fear away.
Me: No…It can be dangerous…lol..I expected only a kiss in the elevator…..And you took more than that….
Ranjeet: Ohhh…come…. on darling. Don’t put blame on me only….You too did’nt stop me… you were complicit also…
Me: Only you are to be blamed , Mr. Innocent….You made me weak…with ….all of your charms….
Ranjeet: Not my fault…..You are the main culprit…jaanu…. Whenever I see you…your dark eyes….your silky hair….your boobs….your ass….your perfect body….my heart starts pounding like it would go out of my body….and my Popat lal stands up to salute you…….
Me: Bad boy…..I guess from tomorrow I will have to wear an Abaya (Burqa) to hide my body…..
Ranjeet: OMG ... .Don't say that ... .It will have exactly the reverse effect on me…..I really like the woman in Abayas ... ... .I find it very hot…
Me: Strange…
Ranjeet: I’m being honest…
Me: Ok..Ok…Mr.Honest…it’s getting late now…We should sleep otherwise it would get late in the morning…
.
Ranjeet: Ohk…as you like my love……But i’m really happy for you winning the case.
Me: Thank you Ranjeet…
Ranjeet: Welcome….Luv u….
Me: Luv u 2…Now sleep…Good Night…
Ranjeet: Wait…
Me:What…
Ranjeet: Send me pic of good night kiss..please…
Me: Owwww….dear…
I pouted my lips and took the photo and sent it to Ranjeet..
Ranjeet: Wooow…..precious….Thanks wildfire…
Me: Now…go…Gn…
At work, we started acting like we barely knew each other. We were Mr. Singh and Ms. Siddiqui. If we passed in the hallway, we would just nod. Our real conversations happened late at night, through messages.
The real test came a few days later, outside the family center where Adnan meets his father. The supervisor, Sunita, met me.
"He was well-behaved," she said. "But..." she pointed to Adnan, who was walking towards me holding a new tablet. "Papa gave it to me!" Adnan said happily. "It has games! He said he is very lonely and we can video call every night so he can see my face."
I felt sick. The tablet was not a gift; it was a trick. It was Asif's way to get past the rules and into our home. He could now talk to Adnan without any supervision.
That evening, Ammi saw me staring at the tablet. "So," she said, "He has learned new tricks." "It's worse, Ammi," I said. "If I take the tablet away, I'm a bad mother. If I let him keep it, Asif is in his bedroom every night." Ammi was calm. "You don't play his game. You change the rules. Talk to your lawyer. All calls must be scheduled, and you must be present for them. He wants to be the 'fun' father, but fun fathers must also respect boundaries."
Her words made me feel stronger. Later that night, I told Ranjeet what happened.
Ranjeet: The clever bastard. He couldn't get through the main door, so he tried to enter through window….
Me: Exactly. Ammi says I have to set rules. But I'm so tired of fighting all the time.
Ranjeet: I know. But you're fighting for that peaceful life we talked about. Every rule you make is another brick in our foundation.
Ranjeet: And this trick shows he is getting desperate. He is losing control. It means you are winning.
Me: It doesn't feel like I'm winning.
Ranjeet: Forget that loser….and focus on positive things….
The next week, my lawyer, Mrs. Sharma, sent a formal email to Asif's lawyer with the new rules: The tablet was only for games. All video calls had to be scheduled with me and happen on my phone, while I was present.
One evening, I was tucking Adnan into bed. "Mummy," he asked, "is Papa mad at me? Is that why you have to watch us when we talk?" His words broke my heart. He thought this was his fault. "No, my love. Never," I said, hugging him. "This is about grown-up rules. You have done nothing wrong."
Life slowly became a little more peaceful. Asif followed the new rules and was quiet. At work, Ranjeet and I continued to act like strangers, but our love was still there, hidden in small things. A book left on my desk, a secret note in a shared computer file.
I took Adnan to a therapist, Dr. Aliya. She gave me great advice. She said, "When Adnan says 'Papa is sad,' you should say, 'It's okay for Papa to be sad. But your only job is to be a kid. Grown-up feelings are for grown-ups.'" She also told me to create new, happy memories with him.
So, I made an "Adventure Jar" filled with fun activities written on slips of paper. The first one he picked was "Visit the Vintage Car Museum." We had a wonderful time. I took him to the Zoo and fun park with my Ammi. Adnan was just a little boy again, his face alight with wonder, the shadows of the past few days momentarily banished. As he chattered excitedly on the drive home, I felt a profound shift. I felt like I wasn't just protecting my son anymore; I was rebuilding his happy childhood.
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