Adultery Nisha - Young working wife

[kuttoosan009]

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[kuttoosan009]

Update-1

Nisha's phone buzzed on the bedside table, the screen lighting up the darkness of the early morning. She groaned, her hand reaching out to silence the alarm. It was 5 AM, and the world outside was still wrapped in the quiet embrace of the night. As the room grew brighter with each passing moment, she could make out the soft rustling of the curtains, the distant hum of the city slowly waking up.

Her eyes searched the empty space beside her, finding comfort in the lingering warmth where her husband, Joshi, should have been. A faint scent of his cologne clung to the pillow, a silent reminder of his presence. Nisha rolled out of bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she made her way to the bathroom. The cold floor tiles sent a shiver up her spine, jolting her fully awake.

Her reflection in the mirror was a canvas of contrasts - a modern woman dressed in traditional garb, the stark white of her salwar kameez standing out against the deep red of her lips. The room was a blend of the old and the new, the antique furniture a stark reminder of her in-laws' traditional values, while the sleek laptop on the desk whispered of her own ambitions and tastes.


The aroma of sizzling onions and spices wafted up from the kitchen, signaling the start of another busy day. Nisha's mother-in-law was already up, preparing breakfast with the diligence of a woman who had done so for decades. The house was alive with the rhythmic sounds of cooking, the clank of pots and pans, and the low murmur of prayers being recited.

She knew they would expect her to join them for the morning rituals, even though she had an important meeting at the bank. She took a deep breath and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the last remnants of sleep. The thought of the day ahead filled her with both excitement and a hint of anxiety.

The day was just beginning, and she had so much to do. She came in front of the mirror and undid the towel and stood naked. Her body was a testament to the harmony of tradition and modernity. At 5'7", she had the poise and grace of a classical dancer, a figure that could make even the most stoic of hearts flutter. Her skin was the color of warm milk chocolate, a soft canvas that whispered of her mixed heritage. Her breasts, a generous 36C, were round and full, the kind that would make any man's jaw drop. They sat proudly on her chest, a perfect balance to her slim waist that measured a svelte 28 inches. Her navel was a deep, inviting well, a small indentation that spoke of her youth and fertility. Her stomach was flat, a testament to the countless hours she spent in the gym, maintaining her figure amidst the demands of her career and family life.

Her pussy was trimmed with a neat strip of hair, framing the soft pink petals that lay hidden beneath. The sight of it made her blush, a reminder of the intimate moments she shared with her husband, moments that were increasingly few and far between. Her ass was round and firm, a perfect handful that would make any woman envious. Her legs were toned and long, a result of her dedication to her morning jog in treadmill. She turned around, admiring her reflection. The curve of her backside was as tantalizing as it was mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the sharp angles of the traditional attire she was expected to don. Her long black hair fell in waves down her back, a silent declaration of her beauty and her strength.

With a sigh, she reached for her underwear, slipping into the lacy fabric that barely contained her ample curves. She chose a bra that would not be visible under her office attire but would still give her the support she needed to face the day ahead. The light brown of her areole peeked through the sheer fabric but not clearly, a hint of the passion that lay dormant beneath the surface. Her nipples were a darker shade, standing at attention, as if eager for the cool breeze from the AC vent above.

Nisha felt a sudden surge of power as she dressed, her body a silent rebellion against the norms that sought to constrain her. She pulled on her jeans, the fabric hugging her hips and ass like a second skin. Her t-shirt clung to her torso, revealing just enough of her figure to make heads turn without being overtly provocative.

Her makeup was minimal but effective, her deep brown eyes framed by thick lashes and a hint of eyeliner that made them smolder. Her pink lips were a stark contrast to the rest of her look, a pop of color that drew attention without demanding it. As she applied her favorite shade of red lipstick, she couldn't help but think of the fire it represented, a flame that burned within her, refusing to be extinguished.

With her hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, she stepped into her heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence that came with being dressed in her own skin. Finally she wear the coat that matched her attire, blending both worlds she lived in. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, a silent nod of approval for the woman she had become.

As she made her way through the quiet house, she could feel the eyes of the antique portraits on the walls following her, as if they too were surprised by her audacity. But she walked with purpose, the clack of her heels a metronome counting down to the moment she would face the day ahead.

The kitchen was a flurry of activity, her mother-in-law's disapproving gaze the only constant in the sea of chaos. Nisha forced a smile, accepting the steaming cup of chai with grace, despite the unspoken tension that hung between them. The warmth of the liquid was a comfort, a reminder that she was still a part of this family, even if she was charting her own course.

Her father-in-law looked up from his newspaper, his eyes lingering on her attire before flicking back to the headlines. Nisha felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of rebellion. She was more than just the daughter-in-law they wanted her to be. She was a woman with a mind of her own, with ambitions that reached beyond the confines of their expectations.

The drive to the bank was a blur, the traffic a cacophony of honks and shouts that mirrored the tumult in her head. She had taken a stand, but she knew it was only the beginning. The real battle would be convincing them that she could be both the modern wife they needed and the traditional daughter-in-law they desired.

As she approached the gleaming glass tower that was her workplace, she took a deep breath. The bank's lobby was a bastion of modernity, a stark contrast to the traditional household she had just left behind. The cool air washed over her, and she felt the weight of her decision settle into place like a second skin.

The bank was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the city, its cool interior a stark contrast to the heat and humidity outside. Nisha walked through the glass doors, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint aroma of new leather and the faint scent of money. She took the elevator to the top floor, her heart beating a little faster with each ascending floor number.

Her team was already gathered in the conference room, their faces a mix of anticipation and skepticism. She had worked tirelessly on this proposal, pushing the boundaries of traditional banking practices. It was a risk, but one she knew could pay off handsomely. As the branch manager, Nisha had a reputation for her innovative ideas, but this was by far the most daring she had ever presented.


The room grew silent as she set her briefcase on the table and began her presentation. Her voice was steady, her words clear and precise. She could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken doubt of her colleagues. But she had come prepared, armed with numbers and statistics that painted a compelling picture of the potential profits and growth this new initiative could bring.

As she talked, her confidence grew. She saw the nods of understanding, the glint of interest in their eyes. The proposal was complex, but she had broken it down into simple, digestible parts. The silence was no longer one of skepticism but of contemplation, as they considered the possibility of this revolutionary change.

The questions came swiftly, some challenging, others curious. Nisha fielded them all with ease, her passion for the project shining through. The room was alive with energy, and she could almost feel the winds of change blowing through the stale air of the conference room.

But amidst the excitement, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was living a double life. Here she was, the modern, career-driven woman, fighting for a chance to make her mark. And back home, she was the obedient daughter-in-law, treading carefully on the tightrope of tradition.

The meeting concluded with a round of applause and a nod of approval from her superiors. It was a small victory, but one that filled her with hope. Perhaps she could find a way to balance her two worlds, to be true to herself without compromising the respect of her family.

As she packed up her things, her phone vibrated with a mail from Joshi. "Miss you," it read, with a simple heart emoji. Nisha couldn't help but smile. Despite the distance and the differences, they had found a way to support each other's dreams.

The rest of the day was a blur of emails and follow-ups.



The journey back was filled with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew her in-laws wouldn't understand the significance of her day, but she hoped that the joy on her face would be enough to bridge the gap.

As she approached the house, she saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was her mother-in-law, her eyes narrowed slightly, watching her approach. Nisha took a deep breath and steeled herself. She had faced tougher battles today, and she would not let this one dampen her spirits.

"How was your day?" she asked, her voice lilting with the hope of sharing her success. But the woman's expression remained unchanged, a silent reminder of the expectations that awaited her inside. Nisha's heart sank a little, but she forced a smile and replied, "It was good. Just another day at the office."

The tension was palpable as she stepped into the house, the weight of her two worlds pressing down on her shoulders. But she knew she couldn't hide her light under a bushel. Not when she had a whole career waiting for her to shine.

That night, as she lay in bed next to the empty space where Joshi would soon be, she made a silent vow. She would find a way to make both her family and her career coexist. She would not let the shackles of tradition hold her back from the life she deserved. And with that thought, she drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The following days were a flurry of activity as Nisha worked tirelessly to implement the new initiative. Each evening, she returned home exhausted but exhilarated, eager to share her progress with the one person who truly understood her - her husband. Their video calls became her lifeline, a chance to escape the confines of her in-laws' expectations and be herself again.



Continue......

[Hotyyhard]

good start

[tomdickharry2024]

Nice start kuttusan bro! Please continue.. Thank you!

[tomdickharry2024]

Nice start kuttusan bro! Please continue.. Thank you!

[mindhunter11]

Nice one..good start.. hoping for a big update soon

[Saikarthik]

Good start

[Herbiee]

Started an another spark in this forum by you.
I know it will also be a unique one.Great BrO. Please continue.

[kuttoosan009]

Update-2

As Nisha worked on her groundbreaking initiative, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her husband's impending return. She knew the joy of their reunion would be tinged with the tension of their differing worlds colliding once again. The last four months had been a whirlwind of emails and sporadic calls, the vast expanse of the ocean keeping them apart.

Joshi, a 32-year-old marine engineer, had been working tirelessly on a container ship for months. His job was demanding, the sea a formidable force that tested his resolve daily. But his love for Nisha remained a constant, the light guiding him through the storms of his work. Whenever the ship neared land, he would call her, his voice a warm embrace that she clung to in the coldness of their traditional home.


Their conversations were a mix of longing and mundane updates, a dance of love and duty performed over poor connections and time differences. They talked about her work, her adventures, and the dreams they shared for their future. 

When the day finally arrived and the ship docked, Nisha waited eagerly by the phone, her heart racing as it had not since their wedding day. The line was clear, the anticipation in their voices palpable. They talked for hours, their words weaving a tapestry of love and understanding that transcended the physical miles.

Joshi's two-month leave was a gift, a chance for them to reconnect and find common ground. But as they sat together in the quiet of their room, the silence between them grew louder than the words they had exchanged. The man she had married was still the same, but the world around them had shifted, and she could see the conflict in his eyes.

He was torn between his love for her and his loyalty to his family, his respect for tradition and his admiration for her modern spirit. Nisha knew that she had to tread carefully, to find a way to reconcile the two without losing herself in the process.

Their days together were a delicate dance, a balancing act between her newfound autonomy and the expectations of her in-laws. They went out, they talked, they laughed, but the specter of their future loomed large.

Finally a Saturday afternoon Joshi come back to home after 4 months. She was off duty. When she see him, she wanted to hugged him tightly. But she consider her in laws, their mindset. She greeted him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. He noticed the tension in her posture, the way she held herself as if bracing for impact.


They talked about his work, his travels, the mundane details of life at sea. after one hour spend with his parents he excused to get frshen up and walked towards the bedroom. When she is following his, her monther in law call her. "Nisha, help me to arrange this meal".


Nisha felt a twinge of annoyance but knew better than to refuse. She followed her mother-in-law into the kitchen, where the air was thick with the aromas of a feast in preparation. The room was a flurry of activity, with pots bubbling and dishes clattering, a symphony of traditional flavors and expectations.

As they worked side by side, Nisha's thoughts drifted back to Joshi and his smile. And she think about the upcoming night. The one where they could finally be alone and talk about the future. But the kitchen was not a place for such thoughts, not with her mother-in-law's watchful gaze.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of cooking and serving, the clanging of plates and the murmur of conversation. Finally after dinner he in laws went to sleep. Joshi and Nisha enter in their bedoom locked the door from back. Nisha cant control, Joshi too. She hugged him tightly and started to cry. "I miss you so much." She said, her voice muffled by his chest.

He stroked her hair gently, "I know, Nisha. And I've missed you too."

They sat on the bed, their bodies entwined, and she began to tell him how much she missed him, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. "It's been so hard, trying to be the perfect daughter-in-law and still be true to myself."

Joshi held her closer, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and concern. "I know, my love. But we can find a way, together."


Their conversation grew more serious as they discussed the tension in the house and the changes she had brought about by standing up for herself. "Just keep those problem to one side, Its our private time dear, I am hungry to have you" Saying this he kissed on her lips. She closed her eyes and received him.

Her heart raced as she felt his hands on her salwar, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them. She leaned into the kiss, his touch sending waves of desire through her body. He gently pulled her kameez over her head, revealing her lacy bra. Their eyes met, and she knew what was about to happen was more than just sex - it was a reaffirmation of their bond, a silent declaration of love amidst the chaos of their worlds.

They undressed each other slowly, their kisses growing more urgent. His hands caressed her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. She moaned softly, arching her back. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall into his waiting palms. Her hands found his waistband, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He removed his pant along with underwear. NOw both are fully naked.

His cock stood erect, six inches of pure desire, a testament to his longing for her. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently, her eyes never leaving his. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly at her touch. The tip was glistening, and she leaned in to kiss him, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft. His hands found her hair, guiding her as she took him into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she worked him with passionate dedication.

Their bodies tangled together on the bed, the soft moans and sighs filling the room. Nisha felt the warmth of his breath on her skin as he trailed kisses down her chest, her body arching with each tender touch. He paused at her navel, his tongue dipping in and out, teasing her senses. His hand slid down her body, his fingers finding their way to the damp fabric of her panties.

With a gentle tug, he removed them, revealing the soft mound of her sex. He took a moment to admire her, the moonlight casting a soft glow over her naked form. Then, his head dipped lower, and he kissed her inner thigh, the softness of his beard grazing her skin. Nisha's legs parted instinctively, giving him access to the part of her that craved him most.

Joshi's tongue traced the length of her slit, the wetness of her arousal making him groan with need. He tasted her, the sweetness of her desire filling his mouth. She gripped the bedsheets, her eyes rolling back as he found her clit and began to flick it with the tip of his tongue. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance that had her hips rising to meet him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring her folds with a hunger that matched her own. He licked and sucked, his hands cupping her ass, urging her closer. Nisha's moans grew louder, the pressure building within her. Her hand found his hair, her nails digging in as she guided his movements, her body responding to his every touch.

The world outside their bedroom ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the rhythm of passion. His mouth worked wonders on her pussy, his teeth grazing her clit as he sucked harder. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tension coiling tightly within her. "Joshi," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, and slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him. He curled them upward, finding that magical spot that made her legs tremble. She bucked against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers, his tongue never leaving her clit. The tension snapped, and she came, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.

Their bodies lay entwined, the only sound their ragged breathing. For a moment, Nisha forgot about the expectations, the judgments, and the unspoken tension. She was just a woman, in love with her husband, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

Joshi put a new condom and placed on her pussy. His 6" cock move in and out of her wet pussy, bringing with it a mix of pleasure and pain. Her body was tight after four long months of abstinence, but she was eager to welcome him back. She felt every inch of him, stretching her, filling her in a way she had missed more than she cared to admit. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion, as she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.

His strokes grew deeper, more urgent, as his excitement mounted. He watched her face, reading her every expression, her eyes squeezed shut in a delicious agony. He knew she was tight, knew she hadn't been with anyone else, and the thought of being the only one to claim her again sent waves of pleasure through him. He moved his hips with a steady rhythm, pushing against her pelvis, feeling her body give way to him.

Nisha's nails dug into the bedsheets, her breath coming in short gasps. She hadn't realized how much she had missed this, the raw, primal connection that transcended their cultural divides. The pain was a reminder of how much she had denied herself, but it was a sweet agony that she embraced wholeheartedly. Her hips began to move in sync with his, urging him deeper, faster.

He couldn't hold out much longer. The sight of her, the feel of her, the tightness of her pussy - it was all too much. With a low growl, he thrust into her one last time, feeling her body tighten around him as he released his load. The warmth of his semen filled in the condom, but she felt the heat in the inner wall.

Their passionate reunion was short-lived, as the realities of their situation came rushing back. But for those three minutes, Nisha had felt free, a modern woman claiming her right to pleasure and love, even in the confines of her traditional marriage. It was a small victory, but one that gave her the strength to face the challenges ahead.

Their lovemaking had been a declaration of sorts, a silent rebellion against the confines of their traditional roles. But now, as they lay together, the weight of the world crashed back down on them. Nisha knew that she couldn't ignore the whispers and glances forever. The time had come to face her in-laws, to stand up for herself and her choices. The next morning, she woke up with a newfound resolve. 


Continue......!

[Herbiee]

Lovely update.  

[Ajay Kailash]

Great start bro

[kuttoosan009]

Update-3

Mornig Nisha wake up at 8:00am. She found Joshi is in deep sleep. She dragged the blanket one side and moved towards him and kissed on his forehead. He woke up with smile and hug her tightly. They both felt the warmth of each other and kissed deeply. Nisha's hand slide down his chest and rest on his cock. It was hard and pulsing. He was also feeling the same urge. They both knew it's time to get intimate again. WHen she moved down towards his cock, they heared her mother in law's sound from ground floor.

"Joshi, are you wakeup....?"  Her mother-in-law's voice pierced the early morning calm. Nisha and Joshi froze, Nish felt very angry inside, but she not showed in her mouth. Joshi's face filled with disappointment. Seeing that she felt empathy on him. She whispered to him "its ok Joshi we can do it later" with a cheeky smile.

Nishe ran towards the bathroom by picked up her dress and later went to kitchen. She dont talk anyting just joined to the cooking with her mother in law. After some time Joshi come to there. "Why you call me mom?" he asked to his mother.


"I was preparing breakfast, you can have it with warm condition. thats why call you" His mother replied, her tone slightly defensive. Nisha felt the tension in the room thicken as she and Joshi exchanged a knowing look. They both knew that this was more than just about breakfast.

They sat down to eat in silence, the weight of unspoken words heavy between them. The food was delicious, but Nisha's appetite was lost in the sea of thoughts swirling in her head. How could she balance her career aspirations with the expectations of her family? How could she maintain her identity when the very foundation of her marriage seemed to be built on a compromise she hadn't fully understood?

After breakfast, Joshi went to living room and Nisha retreated to her room, the walls feeling like they were closing in on her. She needed to talk to someone who understood, someone who could help her navigate this minefield of tradition and modernity. Joshi talked with his father and watching TV. After some times Nish come back and helping her mother in law for the lunch. Finally after dinner Nisha and Joshi got their alone time.

They sat on the bed, the silence stretching between them like a tightrope. "Joshi," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "we need to talk."

He looked up, the flickering light casting shadows across his face. "What is it, Nisha?"

"I can't keep pretending everything is fine," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I love you, I love our life together, but I can't live like this. I need to be me, not just a daughter-in-law."

Joshi sighed heavily, He knew what she meant. The distance between them had been growing, the weight of their unspoken frustrations threatening to snap the bond they had forged over the years. "What do you want to do?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"I want us to find a way to make it work," she said, her voice firm. "I want to be able to go to work and not feel guilty, to come home and not feel like I'm walking on eggshells."

He took her hand, his thumb tracing small circles on her palm. "We'll figure it out," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Together."

Their conversation went late into the night, their voices hushed so as not to wake the sleeping house. She was already tired and when he approached to her he understand she is tired and allow her to sleep.

The next day, Nisha went to bank. later she messaged him "Can we went out today for dinner"

"ok dear i am ready" he replied with a smile. She become happy and her day was busy. but she was happy by thinking of dinner with Joshi. But her mother in laws script was another. When Jaya come back to home. Mother in law said to Joshi. "Joshi, lets go visit to my brother, last two days he was hospitalized. Today he come back to home"


Joshi nodded with a heavy heart and looked at NIsha. Nish felt sad but she knew she had to manage. "Yes Joshi, take mom to uncles place" she said, trying to hide her disappointment. Then she went to her bedroom. Later Joshi take his father and mother to his uncles home. Nisha told she had headache and stay  back at home.

After everyone left, Nisha took a deep breath, feeling both relieved and frustrated. She knew she had to find a way to assert herself without alienating her in-laws. It wasn't going to be easy, but she was tired of playing the role of the submissive daughter-in-law. They were late she slept early. She dont know when Joshi came back Next day when she wake up Joshi was in deep sleep. She dont disturbed him and walked towards the bathroom. Later she went to bank. That day her mood was off. She dont message him or ask him to plan for the evening. That evening they spend at their home. In bedroom Joshi understand she was dissapointed. Both are not talked anything and just sleep.

Next day at the bank, she got a mail that there is a board meeting after 4 days. So she needed to prepare about the last 6 month's performance. She is in tension. She represent the branch and she need to present. 

That day she come back with a tensed face. Everyone noticed that. Joshi asked "What happened Nisha?"

"There is a board meeting and I need to represent our branch's performance. I have to prepare so much for that." She replied with a sigh.

"Don't worry Nish, you can do it. I will help you" He said with full of confidence. Nisha felt little bit relaxed with his support. Her mother in law hear that and walked back to the kitchen. Nisha dont say anything and walked towards the bedroom. Later while having dinner, four of them sat around the table. Her father in law started "Betti, if the job is too tensed, you can resign. We dont want to send youfor the job. Joshi already have a good job."

Her eyes widened and she swallowed the food she was chewing. She knew this was coming but didn't know how to reply. "Pappa, I love my work. I want to give my best to it" she said calmly.

Her mother in law give a disapproving look and said "Nisha we dont want more money, We want you here all the time"

"Mom, that's not good. Nisha is doing great managing both work and home. She is a strong and capable woman." Defended joshi.

The tension in the room was thick as they all ate in silence. Nisha's mind was racing, thinking about the board meeting and the accusations thrown at her. After dinner she went to her room and start her preparations.

"I am not here all the time, so that job will help her to engage  and keep her happy," said Joshi said calmly. "And I sure she will manage both home and work without any trouble."

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken tension. Her in-laws exchanged a look that she couldn't quite read. Finally, her father-in-law spoke up. "If you're sure, betti. But remember your first priority is this family."

Nisha nodded, swallowing the retort that bubbled in her throat. She knew she had to tread carefully. "I understand," she said, her voice measured. "But I promise to give both my job and my family the attention they deserve."

At night in bedroom, She hugged and say thanks to Joshi for supporting her. But she had to od her work. She opened her laptop and preparing for the meeting. Joshi was watching his mobile and slept. Next 3 days are gone same like that. Finally the day came. Morning before she go, Joshi wished her. In the meeting she performed well and everyone appreciated her. She come back to home with a happy face. She was expecting some sweet words from her in laws. But she was wrong.

Her mother in law was sitting in the living room with a serious expression. "How was your meeting?" she asked, not bothering to hide the skepticism in her voice.

Nisha forced a smile. "It was great," she said. "The board was impressed with the branch's performance."

"Hmm," was all her mother-in-law said, returning to her TV show. Nisha felt a knot form in her stomach. Had she done something wrong?

Later that evening, as she sat with her husband, she hugged him and say thanks for supporting her. He also happy that she did a good job in her carrier. Slowely Joshi hugged her and they lay on the bed. Both are kissed. She kissed Joshi vigoarously. He pressed her boobs over the kameez and suck her lower lips. She felt wetness in her pussy, That was not normal like when they had sex. She put her left hand inside her panty. He face become changed and not responded to his kiss. He stopped and looked at her. She took out her hand and showed her finger to him. Seeing the blood spot he understand and kissed on her forehead and said. "Its ok Nish... go and clean". She nodded and went to the bathroom.

She had a shower and cleaned her private part and pace a pad in her panty and wear. She come back to the room. Both are dissapointed. They know they cant do anything for 7 days or more. Later both drifted to sleep.

Next day morning, she ready to go to bank and walked down to the ground floor. Her father in law and mother inlaw was sitting on the chair around the table. They were become happy. When seeing Nisha they stopped and her mother in law wakeup and arranged the breakfats for her. Nisha dont know what is happening there. Her mother in law never treated like that. Today she served food in plate and give to Nisha. Her father in law also watching Nisha with happy face. Nisha felt something is fishy.

She say thanks to her mother in law and started to ate food. Her mother in law went to kitchen and come back with Tea. Nisha was surprised. After some time Joshi come there after freshen up. His father give the news paper to him, and showed him a particular potion to him. Seeing that Joshi become very happy. He looked at Nisha and said "Congrats dear"

Nisha was confused. "What happened?"

Joshi looked at her with pride in his eyes. "You got award for the best performer in bank for the last quarter" They put congratulation note in the news paper with your photo. "See this." He showed the news paper to her. She read the article with amazement. Her mother in law served tea with smile and said "Nisha, you did good job. You make us proud."

Her father in law also nodded with smile. She felt a warmth in her heart. For a moment, she forgot all the tension and felt happy. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. Maybe, she thought, her in-laws were starting to see her worth.

She immediately checked her mobile and found more miss calls and whatsapp messages. That time she undrstand, the mobile was silent from last night. When she finished breakfast, He mother in law took the plate and went to kitchen. Normally she herself cleaned it after had food. Later three of then see off Nisha with happy.

At office when she enter in to the bank office, Everyone stood up and clapped and congratulate her. That was a historic moment for her. Everyone congratulate her. She enete in her cabin and started to cry with happy. Later she arrange lucnch for every staff. That day she came back to home with a bouquet. When she enter into home, Her mother in law was shocked seeing the bouquet. She welcomed her with a warm smile. She hand over the bouquet to Joshi and said "Thanks all for your support." Joshi place his hand on her shoulder and said to his parents. "See I said before, my wife will manage everything perfectly. I am very proud of you Nisha"

Nisha felt a sense of pride and belonging. She had proven herself not just in the eyes of her colleagues but also to her in-laws. "We also proud of you betti" her father in law added. Her mother in law's expression had softened, and she saw a glimmer of respect in her eyes.

The tension in the house had eased, but it wasn't gone entirely. Nisha knew she still had a long way to go, but this was a step in the right direction. They had seen that she could be successful in her career and still be a good wife and daughter-in-law.

That night she talked a lot to Joshi about her work and her dream, everything. then they fell in to sleep.

Continue.............

[Saikarthik]

Good updates

[krantikumar]

Kuttoo sir.. good update.... Your narration os always good

[Ollypolly]

Nice build up.....Where is this story going???

[kuttoosan009]

Update:4





Nisha's in laws attitude towards her become changed. Her father in law take the picture of the news from the news paper and posted in their family group with proud. Her mother in law arranged tasty food for her lunch. Nisha become happy but she felt something is missing in her life. She wanted to fly. But she cant now. Her husband's home is like a cage. Before she was completely locked in the cage. But now she have freedom to come out the cage but her wings tied with rope. This is the condition. While scrolling her private instagram page she see her friends posted pictures in modern dress and explore the new places alone, with husband or with friends. But here she is in salwar kameez and bangles in her wrist.



She felt Jelous on them, especially with her best friend Dr. Anjali. Anjali posted her chilling moment with her husband in instagram, Posted pictures in modern dress, once she posted beach bikini pictures while they enjoying vacation at goa. She really fest jealous on Dr Anjali. Her husband Joshi also like to see her in modern attire, but he was helpless. He followed his parents rules and instruction. She remember he was very happy when see her in jeans shorts and sports bra while she wear in their honeymoon. He took pics in his DSLR camera. That was her modern outfit after marriage and she posted in her insta to show her friends. But that was last time.



Nisha felt trapped, but she knew she had to find a way to break free. Her mind raced with thoughts as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. How could she keep her spirit alive in this stifling environment? She love her husband Joshi very much. So she adjusted everything.



Next 7 days passed. Her pussy is ready to be fucked. On that evening when she came back from office, Joshi give her a knowing smile. Her face become red and blushed. Later that night, after dinner both Nisha and Joshi went in their bedroom. When they reached their room, she see a gift box on the bed. She was shocked. She never expected this. She took the box and open it. Inside there was a red transparent nighty with red bra and panty. She looked at him with a blushed smile. She know what he want. Nisha took the dress and went to bathroom. She wore the dress. She removed her traditional salwar kamiz and put in the cloth bin. When she came out she felt like a new born babe. She felt sexy and desirable.



Joshi's eyes widened when he saw her in that dress. He couldnt hold his temptation anymore. He approached her and kissed her deeply. Nisha melted in his arms. He lifted her in his arm and take her to their bed. He make her lay on the bed and looked at her from head to toe in her short transparent nighty.



With trembling hands, he started to unbutton her nighty. She closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling the cool fabric of her dress brushing against her skin as it slipped away. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Nisha arched her back, her heart racing as he moved his mouth lower, tracing the line of her collarbone.



The sound of the fabric hitting the floor was like a whisper in the stillness of the room. She was exposed to him, vulnerable and desperate for his touch. He took his time, exploring her body with his eyes, his hands, his mouth. Each touch was a declaration of his love, his acceptance of her as she truly was.



He reached for her breasts, cupping them gently through the red lace of her bra. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she moaned softly. He kissed each one, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks until she was writhing with need. He pulled away the flimsy barrier and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was begging for more.



The anticipation was killing her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the wetness that signaled her readiness. She reached down and slid her hand over her panties, her fingers slipping under the fabric to touch herself. She was slick and ready, her body aching for him.





Joshi watched her for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. Then, with a low groan, he stood up and removed his own clothes. His body was lean and muscular, a testament to his dedication at the gym. Nisha's eyes wandered over him, taking in every inch before settling on the one place she craved his touch the most.



He joined her on the bed, his skin hot against hers. They kissed again, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duet. His hand found hers, guiding it to his hardness. She stroked him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions that had him groaning into her mouth.



Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He pushed her panties aside and positioned himself at her entrance. She was not much wet. SHe felt pain in her pussy. Seeing her face expression he understand she need his tongue in her pussy. He bent down and licked her pussy. She felt a wave of pleasure rushing through her body. She was getting wet. Her moans grew louder as he explored her with his tongue, tasting her desire. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue dipping and swirling with a hunger that matched her own.





Her legs trembled, and she reached down to grasp his hair, pulling him closer. He responded eagerly, his tongue delving deeper, finding her clit and teasing it mercilessly. She arched her back, her hips bucking against his face, as the first orgasm of the night began to build within her. He didn't relent, his movements growing more urgent as he felt her body tighten around him.



When she finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the room. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her juices coating his face. He looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and she knew that he was far from finished. He kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.



Her chest heaved with each breath, her heart racing in the aftermath of her climax. But she could see the need in his eyes, and she knew she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him to enter her. He positioned himself again, and with one swift movement, he slid into her wetness.



The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made her gasp. He filled her completely with his 6" cock, stretching her in a way that made her feel both cherished and claimed. He began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate, building the tension once again.





Their eyes locked as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words. She felt a new connection with him, a bond that was both physical and emotional. Each thrust was a declaration of his love, each gasp of pleasure a response that echoed in her soul.



They moved in harmony, their bodies speaking a silent symphony of passion. The tension grew, the room filling with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin. Nisha could feel another orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her.



And when it finally crashed over her, she was lost in it. Her body spasmed around him, her nails digging into his back as she cried out his name. He followed her over the edge, finally he reached his climax. He sensed that and increased his speed and before ejaculated he removed his cock from her pussy and came all over her stomach and breasts. She looked down at herself, covered in their love, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction.



They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined in the mess of passion. Then, with a chuckle, Joshi leaned over to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips. Nisha giggled, feeling the sticky warmth between her breasts. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a reminder of the love that had brought them together.





Both are satisfied after a long period. She rested her face on his chest. After some times she become normal and she understand that her body need more. She looked at Joshi. but she see that he is iņ sleep. Small snoring sound escaped from his mouth. She kissed him on his cheeks and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He mumbled something in his sleep and wrapped his arms tighter around her.



Nisha felt a strange mix of emotions - love, lust, and a hint of frustration. But she knew she had to be patient. This was a battle she had to win, not just for herself, but for the future of their marriage. She had to show him that she could be the traditional wife as his parents wanted and the modern woman she was.



Next day night she was ready for him by wearing a modern blue lingerie on her milky white body. When he came in the room, she was sat on the bed in the towel. Seeing him she stood up undid the towel. Seeing his sexy goddess in that blue lingerie he was spellbound. She walked closer to him and whispered, "do you like it Joshi?" He nodded without saying a word. She knew that look in his eyes, that hunger for her. He unlocked his phone hold in his hand and open the camera. He told her, "I want to capture this moment forever."





Nisha felt both thrilled and a bit nervous as the camera's shutter clicked away, capturing her in various seductive poses. But the excitement of pushing boundaries and the thrill of their secret rebellion against the stifling expectations of their families only added to the intensity of their desire. She watched him, his eyes devouring her, and knew that she had him hooked.



After the photoshoot, He undressed himself and walked near her and captured selfie with her. This is for my lon time dear to relax. Joshi winked at his wife Nisha. They both laughed together. He sat on the bed and pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. Their kisses grew more passionate as they touched each other's bodies, the blue lingerie a stark contrast against the white bed sheets.



Joshi's hands traced the curves of her waist, his fingers sliding under the fabric to caress her soft skin. Nisha felt a shiver run down her spine as he unclipped her bra, letting her breasts fall free. He took his time to kiss and nibble on her nipples, feeling them harden against his tongue. She moaned softly, arching her back, inviting him to explore more of her body.



He slid the lingerie down her legs, revealing her completely to him. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, his eyes roving over her curves, the way the light played with her skin. He leaned in, kissing her belly button, his tongue making slow, teasing circles around it. Nisha's breath hitched, and she felt her legs tremble with anticipation.



He stood up, pulling her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he took a moment to admire her, the softness of her skin, the way her eyes sparkled with desire. He positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her wetness. He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking her consent. Nisha nodded eagerly, her heart racing with anticipation.



When he is about to push in............ "Joshiiiiii.............. sonnn............." They heard the screaming sound of Joshi's mother from ground floor. It was like a cold shower, breaking the passionate spell they were under. They quickly jumped apart and rushed to dress up. Nisha's heart was racing with both excitement and fear of being caught.



As they descended the stairs, her mother-in-law looked up, worry etched on her face. "Joshi, your father no responed. We need to take him to the hospital," she said, trying to catch her breath. Nisha felt a pang of guilt for the timing of their romantic interlude, but there was no time for that now. They had to act fast.



Joshi's father was lay on the bed, his complexion pale. Nisha could see the concern in her husband's eyes as he took his father's pulse. "Let's go, now," he said, his voice firm and filled with urgency. Nisha took the car key, Joshi lift his father in his hand and they rushed out of the house.



The drive to the hospital was fraught with tension, the quiet punctuated only by the sound of her father-in-law's labored breathing. Nisha's mind raced, her thoughts jumbled with fear for his health and regret for the time they had wasted in the bedroom. The neon lights of the hospital loomed ahead, a stark reminder of the harsh realities that often interrupted moments of passion.



In the emergency room, the doctors and nurses moved with swift efficiency, their faces a blur of white coats and concerned expressions. They whisked him away, leaving Nisha and Joshi in a cold, sterile waiting room. The gravity of the situation settled on them like a heavy blanket.



As the hours ticked by, Nisha held onto her husband's hand, their unspoken fears a palpable presence in the air. The chill of the hospital seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the cold reality that life had just thrown their way. They sat in silence, the only sound the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor echoing in the background.



The doctor finally emerged, his expression serious but not grim. "He's had a mild heart attack," he said, his voice calm and measured. "We need to keep him under observation for a few days, but he should make a full recovery."



Nisha felt a wave of relief wash over her, mingled with a profound sense of guilt.
 Nisha pressed Joshi's hand and looked at her mother in law sat other side of her. She leaned towards Nisha and cried. Nisha consoled her with a gentle pat, feeling the weight of her in-laws' fear and pain.

[RCF]

Why would Nisha call Vijay? Was that typo from other story?

[kuttoosan009]

Why would Nisha call Vijay? Was that typo from other story?

Thanks for notify.... Its Joshi.... but there is connection with other stories.....

[krantikumar]

Nice update kuttoo sir... Olz give update on jays story

[Bakchod Londa]

Everything’s running smooth, but there’s just one tiny glitch—Nisha’s husband must have a real name, right? then why is she calling him joshi... even his parents are in on it! I mean, joshi is usually a last name, not a first name or did his parents actually name him that