Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

I was just thinking about what to do next when my mobile rang. I checked and saw it was a call from Saud.

He said,
 
“Darling, there’s a lunch meeting today around 3 PM. Be ready; I’ll come to pick you up.” Presented by Maitri, Sauni, Funlover.
 
I had absolutely no desire to go to any lunch. I was simply waiting for Neeru. So, I immediately refused and said,
 
“No, I won’t go.”
 
Saud replied, “Okay, fair enough then.”
 
“And darling, I might not be able to come home after lunch either, because a VIP patient has been admitted to the hospital. I might have to stay back for that. I’ll just rest here in my annexe and let you know later tonight whether I can make it home or not.”
 
All the thoughts I’d had about not calling Neeru, and deciding not to have sex with her anymore, vanished from my mind. Once again, I found myself wavering, thinking I really ought to take advantage of this opportunity.
 
My Choot (pussy) seemed to second that thought, growing wet at the very idea.
 
Saud spoke again,
 
“Oh, and I’ll send Neeru over for a couple of hours. All the sweepers are clearing away a pile of trash at the back of the hospital today; it had started to smell terrible and was getting really filthy. I thought I might as well get that job done while we’re at it.”
 
I remained silent for a moment, then said,
 
“Alright, send her over when she’s free from work... I’ll have her do some chores for a while.”
 
After that, Saud chatted a bit more and then hung up.
 
I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, gazing at myself in the mirror and pondering what I should or shouldn't do.
 
The craving in my body compelled me to get up.
 
I glanced at the wall clock; it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Reluctantly, I walked over to my wardrobe, opened it, and glanced at the top shelf where a few boxes were stored. Inside them lay the special, heavily embroidered outfits from my wedding, garments I hadn't worn even once since the big day.
 
I took down the largest box and opened it to find the very outfit I had worn as a bride, the one meant for the ‘baraat’ and my wedding night.
 
It was a maroon ensemble consisting of a lehenga and a ‘choli’, both featuring intricate, heavy embellishments. The ‘lehenga’ was full-length, adorned with exquisite pearl embroidery cascading from the waist down to the hem. The choli was similarly ornate, cut to reach the waistband of the lehenga; it had a neckline that was deep, though not excessively so, and featured three hooks fastening the bodice between the bust. The ‘dupatta’ was equally heavy and elaborate.
 
In truth, it was a lavish and precious wedding outfit; the very one I had worn when I first entered this home as Saud’s bride. From the same wardrobe, I retrieved another box, my jewelry case. Opening it, I took out my wedding set; it was made of gold and studded with maroon pearls that perfectly matched the color of my outfit. rafted by Maitri, Sauni,Funlover.
 
I placed the jewelry box on my dressing table, then unfolded the wedding outfit and spread it out on the bed, gazing at it.
 
I couldn't decide whether or not to wear these clothes and surrender myself to Neeru.
 
 
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