Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Monday Morning – A New Week Begins

 
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as the new week began. It had only been a few days since everything changed, yet for Simran it felt like an entire lifetime had passed. In just one short week, she had crossed more lines than she could count — things she would never have imagined herself doing even a month ago. She had let Bhola suck her breasts again and again, had orgasmed helplessly on his mouth multiple times, had tasted her own milk from his lips, and had come dangerously close to being caught by her own husband. The guilt was heavy, but so was the strange, addictive thrill that now lived under her skin.
 
Ravi was already up and moving, getting ready for office after the long weekend. He came downstairs in his formal shirt and trousers, hair neatly combed, looking fresh but still carrying the slight tiredness of someone who had slept too much and too little at the same time.
 
Simran had prepared a simple but hearty breakfast for him — crispy aloo parathas stuffed with spiced potatoes, a bowl of fresh homemade curd, sliced cucumber and tomato salad, and a tall glass of chilled mango juice. She served it to him at the dining table with a warm smile, playing the perfect wife as always.
 
“Eat properly,” she said softly, placing the plate in front of him. “You have a long day ahead.”
 
Ravi smiled gratefully, pulled her close for a quick kiss on the cheek, and started eating fast, glancing at his watch every few minutes.
 
“These parathas are perfect,” he mumbled between bites. “Thank you, jaan.”
 
He finished quickly, gulped down the juice, and stood up, grabbing his laptop bag.
 
“I’ll try to come back early today,” he said, giving her another quick kiss on the forehead. “Love you.”
 
“Love you too. Drive safe.”
 
The moment the main door closed behind him and his car engine faded down the street, the house became strangely quiet.
 
Simran stood in the hall for a moment, listening to the silence. Then she turned toward the kitchen where Bhola was already cleaning the breakfast dishes.
 
She sat on the sofa and started watching morning new, etc and after about 30 more minutes, she planned to go and take bath. For some sane moments, Simran was out of the sexual tension that lay within her. She also thought what she should make for Ravi in the evening and decided to make “Shahi Paneer”.
 
“Bhola,” she called out, keeping her voice casual. “Kya tum mere liye market jaa sakte ho? Mujhe kuch taaza dhaniya, hari mirch, aur paneer ka ek packet chahiye. Aaj raat khane ke liye kuch khaas banaungi.”
(“Bhola,” she called out, keeping her voice casual. “Can you go to the market for me? I need some fresh coriander, green chillies, and a packet of paneer. I’ll make something special for dinner tonight.”)
 
Bhola nodded immediately, wiping his hands on a towel.
 
“Ji Bhabhi. Main abhi jata hun”
 
As he turned to leave, Simran started walking toward the stairs. She made a show of stretching her back, arching it with a small, audible groan of discomfort.
 
“Ahh…”
 
Bhola stopped at the door and turned back, concern clear on his face.
 
“Bhabhi, aap theek hain?”
(“Bhabhi, are you alright?”)
 
Simran paused on the second step, one hand on the railing, and gave a small, tired smile.