18-03-2026, 02:51 PM
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These thoughts made me so painfully aroused that it actually started to hurt. I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself, imagining Aslam inside Puja, his body merging with hers. When I returned to my cabin, a strange unease crept into my mind.
What if, at that very moment, my wife was actually being taken by another man? What if she was wrapping her lips around his dark length—the same lips I kissed every day? What if that body, marked with my name’s sindoor, was now responding to someone else, giving itself over completely?
Driven by this anxiety, I called her again. Still no response. Restless and distracted, I kept pacing around the office. My mind was nowhere near my work. Finally, around three o’clock, Puja called back. I answered immediately.
Me:
“Where were you? Why weren’t you picking up my calls?”
Puja:
“Oh come on, what happened! You know my nap time is from 1 to 3. I was sleeping.”
I had become so consumed by the imagined encounter between them that I hadn’t even considered she might simply be asleep.
Me:
“Oh… when you didn’t pick up, I started getting worried.”
Puja:
“Alright, tell me this—why did you call?”
Me:
“Why, can’t I call my own wife?”
Puja:
“You can, but at such an odd time?”
Me:
“Yeah… I had sent the groceries. Everything you asked for is there, right?”
Puja (slightly annoyed):
“Yes, but when you were going to come yourself, why did you send it through someone else?”
My body reacted instantly.
Me:
“Why, what happened? You hadn’t finished bathing yet?”
I held my breath, waiting desperately for her reply. After a brief pause, she answered—
Puja:
“Thank God I had already finished bathing and changed. If I had listened to you, who knows what would have happened.”
All the tension drained out of me at once. Everything I had planned—every fantasy—collapsed. My mood sank. I had done so much to bring them closer, and yet nothing had happened. We spoke briefly after that, and I hung up. The rest of the day passed in a dull haze.
When I finally returned home, Puja was sitting in the drawing room. She was wearing a saree, with light makeup. She looked beautiful—soft, elegant, and undeniably sexy.
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I leaned in and kissed her. But unlike usual, she didn’t smile. It felt as if something was weighing on her mind.
I didn’t dwell on it much. We had dinner together. After dinner, as usual, I got ready for our evening walk—but Puja didn’t.
Me:
“Aren’t you getting ready? We have to go for a walk… or are you planning to go just like this in your night suit today?”
Puja:
“Hubby, you go today. I’m not feeling very well. I won’t come.”
Me:
“Jaan, what happened? Let’s go to the doctor.”
Puja:
“No, it’s nothing serious. I’ll feel better after some rest.”
Not wanting to force her, I agreed and left alone.
When I reached the gate, Aslam chacha was there.
Me:
“Good evening, chacha.”
Aslam:
“Salam, saab.”
He seemed nervous—almost as if he was trying to avoid me.
Me:
“Chacha, can you give me Qadir bhai’s number? I wanted to speak before going to the shop.”
Aslam:
“Yes, saab. Here you go.”
Today, he wasn’t smiling or chatting the way he usually did.
Me:
“And chacha, if you hadn’t been there today, I would’ve been fined at the office for being late. Good thing you were around—you delivered the groceries.”
He looked momentarily confused, as if something didn’t add up.
Aslam:
“Saab… Memsaab didn’t come.”
Me:
“Yes, she’s not feeling well. She’s resting. I’m alone today.”
Slowly, I noticed his expression change. He began to relax—as if some fear had just been lifted.
Aslam:
“Saab, tell Memsaab to take care of herself. She’s very delicate.”
(He added a faint, almost sly smile.)
Something felt off. He had been tense there, tense here—and then suddenly relaxed. What was going on? Had something happened after all? But Puja had said she was already done bathing. Was she lying? No… why would my wife lie to me?
Yet everything pointed toward something being wrong.
Had she started hiding things from me?
The thought alone was enough to make my body react again. I finished my walk and headed back home, my mind tangled in doubt and desire.
What if, at that very moment, my wife was actually being taken by another man? What if she was wrapping her lips around his dark length—the same lips I kissed every day? What if that body, marked with my name’s sindoor, was now responding to someone else, giving itself over completely?
Driven by this anxiety, I called her again. Still no response. Restless and distracted, I kept pacing around the office. My mind was nowhere near my work. Finally, around three o’clock, Puja called back. I answered immediately.
Me:
“Where were you? Why weren’t you picking up my calls?”
Puja:
“Oh come on, what happened! You know my nap time is from 1 to 3. I was sleeping.”
I had become so consumed by the imagined encounter between them that I hadn’t even considered she might simply be asleep.
Me:
“Oh… when you didn’t pick up, I started getting worried.”
Puja:
“Alright, tell me this—why did you call?”
Me:
“Why, can’t I call my own wife?”
Puja:
“You can, but at such an odd time?”
Me:
“Yeah… I had sent the groceries. Everything you asked for is there, right?”
Puja (slightly annoyed):
“Yes, but when you were going to come yourself, why did you send it through someone else?”
My body reacted instantly.
Me:
“Why, what happened? You hadn’t finished bathing yet?”
I held my breath, waiting desperately for her reply. After a brief pause, she answered—
Puja:
“Thank God I had already finished bathing and changed. If I had listened to you, who knows what would have happened.”
All the tension drained out of me at once. Everything I had planned—every fantasy—collapsed. My mood sank. I had done so much to bring them closer, and yet nothing had happened. We spoke briefly after that, and I hung up. The rest of the day passed in a dull haze.
When I finally returned home, Puja was sitting in the drawing room. She was wearing a saree, with light makeup. She looked beautiful—soft, elegant, and undeniably sexy.
I leaned in and kissed her. But unlike usual, she didn’t smile. It felt as if something was weighing on her mind.
I didn’t dwell on it much. We had dinner together. After dinner, as usual, I got ready for our evening walk—but Puja didn’t.
Me:
“Aren’t you getting ready? We have to go for a walk… or are you planning to go just like this in your night suit today?”
Puja:
“Hubby, you go today. I’m not feeling very well. I won’t come.”
Me:
“Jaan, what happened? Let’s go to the doctor.”
Puja:
“No, it’s nothing serious. I’ll feel better after some rest.”
Not wanting to force her, I agreed and left alone.
When I reached the gate, Aslam chacha was there.
Me:
“Good evening, chacha.”
Aslam:
“Salam, saab.”
He seemed nervous—almost as if he was trying to avoid me.
Me:
“Chacha, can you give me Qadir bhai’s number? I wanted to speak before going to the shop.”
Aslam:
“Yes, saab. Here you go.”
Today, he wasn’t smiling or chatting the way he usually did.
Me:
“And chacha, if you hadn’t been there today, I would’ve been fined at the office for being late. Good thing you were around—you delivered the groceries.”
He looked momentarily confused, as if something didn’t add up.
Aslam:
“Saab… Memsaab didn’t come.”
Me:
“Yes, she’s not feeling well. She’s resting. I’m alone today.”
Slowly, I noticed his expression change. He began to relax—as if some fear had just been lifted.
Aslam:
“Saab, tell Memsaab to take care of herself. She’s very delicate.”
(He added a faint, almost sly smile.)
Something felt off. He had been tense there, tense here—and then suddenly relaxed. What was going on? Had something happened after all? But Puja had said she was already done bathing. Was she lying? No… why would my wife lie to me?
Yet everything pointed toward something being wrong.
Had she started hiding things from me?
The thought alone was enough to make my body react again. I finished my walk and headed back home, my mind tangled in doubt and desire.
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