Misc. Erotica Business Rivalry - Feminist Heroine Zeenat defeated, degraded and humiliated

[behka]

This is a story of revenge, featuring humiliation, stripping, embarrassment and degradation. It's a slow burn story so if you are expecting sex in every scene, please read another story. This is a story for those who enjoy character based erotic writing. Story is Mix of Erotica and Revenge Thriller.

There is nudity, ENF fetish, embarrassment, humiliation, domination, insult in this story. If these things offend you, please read another story.

NOTE: There is no Interfaith element in this story.



Story synopsis:

Zeenat has worked hard to get where is is - a successful businesswoman running her own clothing and fashion brand Z.  But it wasn't just hard work. Zeenat cut a lot of shady deals, engaged in shady practices and left a trail of victims along the way.   

One such man is Aryan Khan, newly arrived from overseas, dashing CEO of Khan Industries, a company that Zeenat undercut and left behind. Aryan has only one goal - to defeat, destroy and degrade Zeenat.  Sexual manipulation, spanking, and sheer charismatic dominance will all come into play before he has had his way with our heroine....

But don't expect straight sex scenes.

Characters: 

Zeenat Alam (Age 28)



Zeenat is a smart, independent, strong willed, feminist businesswoman who wears the hijab. She is very fashionable in her outfits, but a tad conservative. She wears her own creations - smarty, professional, but conservative. Long skirts, dress pants, nothing sexy. Zeenat is all about the intellect, establishing herself in the media with smart PR as a feminist woman of substance and intellect.


But she comes across as uptight, arrogant, prudish and standoffish to her colleagues, business associates and people around her.

She is self righteous and will be exposed as a hypocrite.  

- She is not slim but soft and fleshy.
- soft, loose tummy that hangs
- deep navel
- chubby buttocks and thighs





Aryan Khan (Age 28)




Business rival of Zeenat, who is smart, sharp and a masculine figure. He is confident, intelligent and knows he can easily outsmart, outwit Zeenat and make her dance to his tunes.

- fit, gym toned, muscular
- tall, masculine
- wears designer suits and jeans
- very focused and disciplined, intelligent and great planner
- strong, dominating personality


Aaliya Alam (Age 20)


Zeenat's sister
Currently studying
More later.

Zeenat and Aaliya lost their parents very early. Zeenat took responsibility of Aaliya but is too strict and dominating towards Aaliya which Aaliya doesn't like.


Update 1

At 28, Zeenat had done well. She was the owner and CEO of a large and successful textile firm called AZ Ltd. She was ambitious, hard working and believed in discipline and strong principles. This placed her in a powerful position, bossing a group of men and women much older than her.

She regularly chaired meetings, attended seminars, sealed major deals and was well known in the business world. The media celebrated her as a smart, posh, ambitious, stylish and sophisticated businesswoman and regularly featured her in interviews and photos. 

What confounded people’s expectations of her was Zeenat’s appearance. She was a strict and conservative ***** woman who wore the hijab and fashionable but conservative clothes. This is why a lot of people had trouble accepting her in a commanding position but they had no choice as Zeenat was the boss of a successful firm. Her sense of fashion and style created a stylish image of her and the media lapped it up, featuring her in interviews and propping up her as a stylish business icon. 

But the business world was going to be rocked and shaken by the arrival of a new businessman, to inherit and run the business empire of Khan Industries. 

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Update 2


Aryan Khan, 27, had just come back to town and soon dominated all the headlines and media stories. He was the only son of Patriarch Avesh Khan and his multibillion dollar company was going to be run by Aryan now. Aryan had just come back from the US, having completed his MBA and studies there. In the US, he had worked with the US end of Khan Industries, gaining some experience and learning the tricks of the trade.

Actually, over the last couple of years, Khan Industries was stagnating and not showing enough growth and other companies like Zeenat’s had emerged ahead by innovating. Khan Industries were well known industry leaders with plenty of goodwill, market share and capital so people expected that as soon as new blood Aryan would take over, the company would rise up again. 

From here on, the business world would not be the same again as the entire existing order would be upended and Zeenat had no idea what was about to hit her. Her carefully planned, developed and established company and success were going to be challenged, threatened and face a fight for its existence. Did Zeenat have it in her to take on this new challenge of Aryan Khan? Would Zeenat Alam be able to compete with Aryan Khan? Or would the ruthless Aryan sweep her off her feet and dominate? 

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Zeenat was at her office, scratching her long nails over the picture on the newspaper in front of her. It was a large photo of Aryan Khan, part of an advertisement by Khan Industries, announcing the arrival of their heir. Zeenat saw it first thing in the morning as soon as she sat on her desk and checked the newspaper. She was a little perturbed to say the least.

The photo on the newspaper of a smirking Aryan Khan in a posh 3 piece suit had disturbed her. It was as if he was smirking at her, looking down at her. Challenging her. It brought back memories, memories that Zeenat would rather forget, memories that did not go down well with current Zeenat – the smart, confident, independent Zeenat. 

8 years ago. 

Zeenat and Aryan were in college together. They were in the same year. Aryan was the stud of the class and almost all the girls were vying with him. The shy and demure Zeenat, was no different. Aryan had his charm. He was confident yet sweet and his smile floored women. He had a gym toned body, and always wore sharp clothes. He didn’t talk much, but when he talked, it was firm and confident. Zeenat would dreamily stare at him for hours during class. Being a hijab wearing girl meant she was rarely ever approached by guys. Most guys assumed she was unapproachable and not interested in dating and that suited Zeenat just fine. She was not interested in dating. But Aryan was not just any other guy. His charm made girls as icy and uptight as Zeenat go weak in the knees. But sadly, Aryan barely ever noticed Zeenat. 

Back to present. 

Zeenat came back to reality. She had received a text.

“So, have you seen the massive party they’ve announced? Are you going?”

To announce the emergence of heir Aryan Khan to take over the company, Khan Industries had arranged a massive party at a 5 star hotel and invited the who’s who of the business world. All the important competitors, stakeholders, clients, business stalwarts and CEOs were invited. So was Zeenat. 

“Yeah, I guess” replied Zeenat. 

“Who does he think he is?” she thought irritably. “Just because his dad owns a big company, he thinks he can just walk in and take over everything! Well I don’t care who he is or what his family name is. I am going to crush him. I am going to bring him down and show him what real power looks like.”

Khan Industries was an important partner for Zeenat’s company. They supplied important clothing material which Zeenat’s company developed and tailored into fine dresses for women under Zeenat’s own watchful eyes and fashion design. The deal was struck years ago and AZ Ltd had managed to strike a good deal at discounted prices with Khan Industries. Over the years, AZ ltd.’s brand and clothing line became a household name and their success allowed them to renew these contracts on favourable terms. So having a good relationship with Khan Industries was of paramount importance for Zeenat. But the equation had changed now. Having a good relationship with the company now meant having a good relationship with Aryan Khan, which meant Zeenat would have to go face to face with Aryan once more after 8 years. 

8 years after that mortifying, most humiliating moment of Zeenat’s life. 8 years after which Zeenat had changed, and developed into a sharp young woman who no one dared to mess with. How would this new Zeenat face up to her old nemesis? 

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The Party was Aryan's idea. Now that he was back, he would take over the reins of the Indian business. The media dubbed him "the Prince" or "Prince Charming", as he was good looking, smart, rich and single. All the young girls in the city were crazy about this guy and hoped they could get a piece of him. But Aryan did not care for any of them. His only goal was to teach that snooty bitch Zeenat a lesson.

She had played dirty to compete with Khan Industries. 

Aryan was going to teach her a lesson.

She needed to be humbled and humiliated in public.

And what better way to do it? He knew that she was a feminist, who also wanted to look good and glamorous. She dressed conservatively and even wore her hair in a bun. Her body was covered from head to toe in conservative but fashionable outfits. Aryan knew she was a hypocrite. He just had to unravel her, and expose her hypocrisy - the uptight feminist at the exterior and the timid, submissive, weak, insecure woman at her core.


He had studied Zeenat closely and found out all the dirt and embarrassing details about her. She was still a virgin and probably hadn’t ever been laid properly before. She looked like she needed it.

Zeenat had always considered herself better than others. Especially men. She claimed a moral high ground but she played dirty in business. She bullied small suppliers into giving her lower prices, threatening to take over or cripple them. She forced them to charge higher prices to her rivals like Khan Industries. She stole designer ideas from her employees, then fired them and claimed those ideas as her own.

And she was a fucking hypocrite.

The party was just a start. The long revenge plan was to embarrass and humiliate her. To break her spirit. To remind her that she was nothing without Khan industries, and that they owned her. They owned everyone else too. And Aryan would be the one to deliver the message.

Aryan observed her photos that were splashed all over the fashion blogs, magazines and social media. There were a punch of paid Social Media Influenzers who idolized Zeenat as the epitome of beauty, grace and fashion. Aryan knew this was all paid by Zeenat herself. 

She was beautiful, but she still liked to think that she was more attractive than she was. He had been with better women. And no beautiful woman had to pay PR firms and Social Media influencers to tell the world she was so beautiful and stylish. Zeenat was an insecure and vain woman and he just had to expose her. 

But none of this mattered to her. She was sure that she was better than anyone else. She was smarter too. She had never lost a debate in school or college. And now she owned her own company, which gave her immense satisfaction.


Aryan saw right through her. He knew exactly how to bring down the facade. It wouldn’t take long, but once he succeeded, then it would be fun watching her crumble to pieces. He couldn’t wait to see her beg for mercy, plead and cry. And when the time came, he would strip her bare naked, fuck her hard and leave her bruised and broken.


He was excited about the prospect. He wondered where he should start. He had done so much research that he already knew everything about her. He knew all about her likes, dislikes, habits and preferences. So it would be easy for him to play mind games with her.

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At the party, Zeenat sipped her juice while chatting with a few of her business contacts and contemporaries. There were a lot of known faces and a large media presence so Zeenat, ever the suave fashionista had dressed accordingly – She had on a smart gold colored evening gown complimented with a beige heard scarf that operated as a dupatta around her breasts. In short, Zeenat looked ravishing as always and the fashion photographers and media present had already taken photos of hers. In fact, she was posing for a few more photos when suddenly, everyone’s attention turned towards the centre of the hall. All the photographers and media persons rushed towards the hall, leaving Zeenat standing there, a little dumbfounded and insulted as she was still posting. But such was the charm of Aryan Khan, the main attraction of the party, the chief guest, the man in whose honour the party was held and the man the entire business world was waiting for.

Aryan came down the stairs, beaming confidently, in a sharp gray, 3 piece suit as the photographers snapped away. He knew how to get the attention and how to create the right image as his body language and smile exuded confidence. Zeenat turned around and looked as she was no longer the centre of the attraction and despite her best attempts, was now clearly being overshadowed by the host. 

One look at Aryan and it’s like all the confidence, success and pride that Zeenat had developed over the 8 years had evaporated into thin air. Zeenat felt a strange tingle between her legs, her stomach rumbled, and her heart started beating fast. She felt shaken, a little off kilter, and felt sweat forming inside her, on her armpits, between her legs, between her boobs. What was this feeling? It was as if the 8 years meant nothing. This is exactly how Aryan would make her feel all those years ago. 

Zeenat felt a bit annoyed that almost everyone she was talking to had left her and flocked towards Aryan, to introduce themselves and get an opportunity to talk to him.

“What’s the big deal, my company registered higher profits than them this year” thought Zeenat and rolled her eyes.

“I have built my company with my hard work and sincerity, not inherited it, and made it what it is today, ahead of the Khan company, and yet I have never received a welcome like that or attention like that.” Zeenat seethed inside with jealousy and anger at how quickly Aryan had within minutes of his arrival snatched away all her attention. 

For a while Zeenat stood in a corner slowly sipping her drink as almost no one noticed her anymore. The business magnates and the media were both only interested in catching a glimpse of Aryan and getting him to provide a ‘byte’ for the media.

It was a good half an hour where Zeenat felt neglected and ignored just like how she used to feel at college. Back in college, there were other girls who had outshined her by being more bold with their clothes, revealing more of their body and being more confident about it to show it off while Zeenat was deemed too conservative and old fashioned.

She had worked hard to develop her own sense of style and glamour without compromising on her values, without showing her body, without acting like a slut asking for attention. She had developed a new sense of Hijabi suave as the media would describe her. And yet, Aryan Khan in a matter of minutes had stolen all her thunder, completely overshadowed her presence. This had never happened to Zeenat since she became successful in business
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After almost half an hour, Aryan finally got done with all the media queries and all the people who wanted to shake his hand and introduce themselves. He turned towards the corner Zeenat was in and walked towards her. Zeenat was refilling her juice so had her back turned and didn’t see or hear Aryan approach her.

“Miss Alam, they can’t stop talking about your rise and success in the media, well done” 

Zeenat turned around in surprise, almost splashing the juice from her glass. She hadn’t expected him to creep up on her and she was startled. 

“oh..umm.. Thanks” 8 years, 8 fucking years and he still had the same effect on her, completely disarming her and making her flustered and go giddy. This was not the Zeenat the world was used to in the last 8 years. 

“Well I’m really proud to see someone I went to college with be so successful.” Aryan continued to praise her, and from his eyes it appeared genuine. This had the effect of further disarming Zeenat’s defences. 

On the outside, Zeenat looked her commanding self, with a full, mature figure that turned heads on a normal day, and a voice trained by years of barking orders to her subordinates and associates from across the world. But now, for some reason, she felt a tingle of fear creep down her spine. She wasn't used to it, and she didn't like it.

“I..uhh…well… yeah…thanks I guess… I’m glad you’re back to take over your dad’s business” 

“Yeah, it will be fun to do business here… I love nothing more than a challenge and from what I’ve been hearing, the market has a lot of new challenges now especially from new entrants and players” remarked Aryan, eyeing Zeenat and letting her know he was referring to her.

Zeenat felt even more nervous, as she started sweating profusely. Over the last 8 years, she had commanded and chaired so many meetings and conferences, growing in confidence every year, going from strength to strength, yet there was something about this man that had her completely flustered and out of kilter like a teenage girl. She felt sweat from her armpits drop down her sides. Her smart evening gown felt tight against her body, her hijab felt tight against her hair. She felt her stomach rumble in excitement, her heart beat faster and an old but familiar tingle in her loins, familiar from her encounters with Aryan all those years back. 

“You haven’t changed” remarked Zeenat, trying to change the topic from herself and put the spotlight back on Aryan. “Still the same charm and confidence, and centre of attention” Zeenat completed, betraying a sense of envy at the last comment which Aryan picked up on.

He smirked, and said “well what can I say, I’m the same old Aryan Khan” 

Zeenat smiled.

“But you have changed” Aryan continued. Zeenat thought he would refer to her sense of fashion, being a style icon now or her success and confidence she had gained. But Aryan said something next that completely shattered all the confidence and her so called sense of style and fashion 

“You’ve gained weight” he remarked with a devilish smirk, his eyes glancing around Zeenat’s waist. 

Zeenat’s nostrils flared. This was an attack on her pride she was most unprepared for. She burned in impotent rage and humiliation as her cheeks went red, her eyes were raised but she couldn’t’ utter one word in response. Instead she meekly looked down at her waist where Aryan was eyeing her, making her doubt herself. In a second, he had shattered all the confidence and style she wore with her custom designed evening gown. She looked up to see Aryan walk away, with the annoying smirk still on his face, a look of victory on his face while Zeenat was left fuming, humiliated and doubting herself. 

Round 1 to Aryan Khan


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Update 3

Zeenat woke up the next morning. She got up and was about to walk towards her sister’s bedroom when she passed by the full size mirror on the wall. She stopped.

That jerk Aryan Khan’s words still rang in her ears. “How dare he call her fat” She checked herself out in the mirror. She was dressed in a heavy, pink night gown that came all the way past her knees, just above her ankles. She first took off the robe to reveal the sleeveless pink night gown. Her milky light brown, fleshy arms were revealed, contrasting against the pinkness of her nightie. The arms were a tad untoned if Zeenat would admit to herself. She looked at her waist where Aryan seemed to be looking at. The loose nightie did well to cover up as it did not cling to her body. Zeenat decided to take off her nightie. She checked around her to make sure her room was secure and safe and then took off her nightie and threw it on the bed. Zeenat now stood next to the mirror, fully naked as she did not wear undergarments to bed.

She examined her waist and tummy. She had certainly developed small love handles around her waist and a layer of flab hung onto her tummy, bulging ever so slightly. It would not be apparent in a loose nightie but the evening gown she had picked for herself last night was tight and form fitting, meaning it accentuated her curves, and there was a slight bulge around her tummy region. A bulge so slight that other than gossip magazines and Aryan Khan, no one would notice.

Still, the fact remained that she had not worn anything that fitted her perfectly for months.  

Zeenat fumed looking at that but she was also felt helpless. The last 8 years of her life were spent focussing almost entirely on her career at the expense of her personal life. Her only reward to herself, sort of like a respite from her stressful job was food. She loved indulging in food and would order fancy lunches and dinners not to mention fancy desserts later and of course her house was always stacked with snacks and chocolate and ice cream.

All of this did would ultimately show on her body and Zeenat’s tummy/waist region was always her problem area. She always had a soft, fleshy tummy with a deep navel, not washboard abs that the models and actresses carry around. But who would be so harsh to point that out and mock her? Aryan Khan of course.

Zeenat vowed to start working out to tone her tummy, thighs and arms so as to show Aryan Khan… wait why was she getting so worked up over comments made by him? Why did she have to prove anything to him? She has nothing to prove and she does not adhere to unrealistic beauty standards set by fashion magazines, Zeenat told herself in consolation. It’s another matter that she never quite had the body like those girls and always envied the skinnier girls. But that’s why she spent so much time and money on fashion and style to look good and gain confidence.

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It was the time of the Fashion Awards Show. The best designers of the past year were nominated for their latest designs. Zeenat had been winning Best Designer for the last three years. It was a result not of merit but Zeenat's behind the scenes lobbying, pulling strings and using all kinds of influence.

She also played the media to her advantage. She had her own PR plant stories of her success and accomplishments. These brands were also sponsors of the Awards. So it was an intricate set up.

And Aryan had found out all about it through research. And he had a plan to humiliate her on her best night. She was going to win the award, he couldn't stop that, but he was going to make sure it was the most embarrassing night of her life.


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Zeenat arrived at the Hotel. She was dressed in a stylish set of Salwar Kameez - blue kameez and white pajama pants and a white dupatta that served as her hijab covering her hair.

But there was something wrong today. There was some error in the system and her room booking was lost. Where was she gonna go at this hour?

Zeenat was livid. She gave the hotel staff a dressing down in front of everyone. She then called her assistant and gave her a mouthful. But her problem remained. She didn't have a booking and tomorrow was the biggest night of the year.

 What was she supposed to do?

A voice from behind startled her. “Ms Zeenat”, he said. She turned and saw him standing there - tall, dark, handsome, wearing a designer suit with a tie. His eyes were piercingly bright.

“Mr Khan!  Zeenat was startled.

"I've heard everything for the last half hour. I have a room booked. You can share my room if you'd like. It's a large suite. I'll sleep on the couch." Aryan said with a smirk.

 "After all we are both here for the same event."

Zeenat looked at him quizzically. Did he really want to share a room with her? Or was he planning something else?

Aryan Khan smiled. "Don't worry Ms Zeenat. We are both adults. We won't let anything happen. Besides, what would people think if they knew I shared a room with you? They’d say that I am trying to seduce you or something. I don't need any trouble."

Zeenat nodded. This was true. If word got out, it would cause a scandal. Her reputation could take a hit.

So she agreed. They went to the elevator together and headed up to the 10th floor. The room was spacious and luxurious.

It was late and Zeenat wanted to sleep. She had a long flight. But this was a problem. She was not comfortable being in her sleepwear in front of Aryan. She remembered all she brought were sleeveless long nighties. And when was the last time she had shaved her armpits?

As she thought of this, Aryan came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was bare chested and Zeenat noticed how ripped he was. His body was toned and defined. Muscular arms, broad shoulders, narrow waist, firm ass. He looked at Zeenat and smirked.

"You look uncomfortable," he said. "Why don't you change your clothes and relax? I promise I won't peek."

Zeenat blushed and hurried back to the bathroom to change into a nightie. As she did so, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She hadn't expected to be in this situation, sharing a room with a man she barely knew.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Aryan was already lying on the couch, watching TV. He pretended not to notice her but he was observing her. He noticed her soft, pale arms for the first time in a grey, long sleeveless nightie. God did this woman ever see sunlight? Her skin was so pale. Her arms were untoned.  Soft flesh hung loosely off her biceps and forearms.

Then he glanced down at her legs. They were covered by the long nightie but he could tell that they weren't skinny either. They were thick and sturdy. Solid.

He wondered how much weight she had put on lately.

Zeenat lay on the bed. Soon the lights were off and they said goodnight to each other and went to bed.

The next morning Aryan woke up first. He got up, and was greeted to the most glorious sight he could not have imagined in a million years. Zeenat was still sleeping soundly. She was a beautiful woman. No doubt. But no one had seen her like this. In the dim light coming through the curtains, he could see everything clearly.

Her nightie was crumpled and had ridden up. One arm was resting on top of them and he could see her soft flesh bulging out of the sleeve of her nightie.  Soft fat bulged outwards.

He was mesmerized. Then he realized that he could see even more of her. He moved closer to the side of the bed.  Oh my god. What he saw made him gasp in disbelief. He stared transfixed at the scene in front of him.

Zeenat's nightie had ridden up all the way to lay on her tummy. And she had not worn panties before going to bed.

That was not unusual for many women. But Zeenat was no different.

He could see every detail of her genitals. From the soft brown lips to big thatch of unruly, untrimmed bush. Everything was laid bare for him to see. And he drank in the view greedily.

Aryan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the fragrance of Zeenat's femininity. He opened his eyes again and watched as she continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of his presence.

Aryan had been with many women before but this was different. Because Zeenat was different. She was a hijabi. She would never been seen like this. No one had the privilege of seeing her like this.  

But now he had.

Aryan felt a rush of excitement course through his veins. He couldn't believe his luck. When he had pulled the strings to cancel her booking and force her to share a room with him, he did not even in his wildest imagination think this could be possible.

On top, her arm was raised awkwardly, exposing her soft, hairy armpits to her. This haughty, fashion icon, who was going to win an award for Best Fashion Designer was laid out in front of him with all her flaws laid bare

- she was hairy and didn't shave regularly
- she was sweaty
- she untoned and slightly fat.
- she was not pretty or sexy. Just plain looking.

This was the real Zeenat. Not the fake one she presented to the world. And Aryan loved it.

Knowing the intimate details of his business rival, excited Aryan. But he knew he had long term plans to degrade and humiliate her and didn't want to ruin them in a moment of lust. He stepped back and went to the bathroom.

He was taking a shower.

Zeenat had now woken up. She got up to find her state of undress and felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She knew Aryan was up and having a shower in the bathroom, so that meant he saw her like this?

She was mortified.

She quickly straightened her nightie and tried to act normal. But she could feel her heart beating fast and her face burning with shame. She cursed herself for not wearing underwear before going to bed last night.

 How could she have been so careless?

Zeenat sat up in bed, feeling miserable.

Aryan entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and a smile on his face. He looked at her and said, "Good morning, Ms Zeenat. How did you sleep?"

Zeenat glared at him and said, "very well, thank you very much."

She decided acting coy was the best way out of this embarrassment. She quickly rushed to the bathroom with her clothes.

She came out after a while in another set of salwar kameez, this time in red. She looked her ravishing self, not the disheveled, hairy and untoned version Aryan had seen earlier.

She was ready for breakfast. They went downstairs to the large buffet area. She sat at the table and picked up a piece of toast, eggs. Aryan noticed that she had quite an appetite.  He himself ate healthy food and avoided carbs and sweets.

As she ate, he studied her more closely. She had on a red dupatta draped around her head and neck. The kameez was form fitting and he noticed the soft bulge of her tummy hanging over the waistband of her pajama pants.

It was soft and jiggling as she chewed her food.

Zeenat finished eating and stood up. Aryan noticed that her bottom was rounder than usual and he could see the outline of her panty line through the thin fabric of her salwar pants. He felt a tingle of arousal run through his body.

Breakfast was over and Zeenat said she had some errands to run in the City so she would see him this afternoon before the Awards show and left.


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Nice update

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Super nest update