Adultery Rough Town, Soft Skin - Sonali’s Forbidden Touch in Jadpredesh

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Rough Town, Soft Skin

Sonali’s Forbidden Touch in Jadpredesh

"Sonali, I might be a little late today. We have a special meeting with some officials from Delhi about a new road project," Jay said as he got ready for work.

"Oh, what time will you be home?" Sonali asked in a calm voice.
"Around 10:00 p.m., baby."

"Okay then, please be careful while traveling at night. I hope someone will give you a ride back."

"Don’t worry, baby. I’ll come home in the office cab," Jay replied with a smile.

"Take care, see you soon, Jay. Love you."

Sonali ended the call with a soft sigh. She could hear the tiredness in Jay’s voice. He had been working long hours lately, and she hated seeing him so worn out.

Just a few months ago, they lived in Bandra, one of the liveliest parts of Mumbai. But everything changed when Jay was transferred to a remote area called Jadpredesh, deep in the heart of Madhya Pradesh. Life here was completely different.

Jadpredesh was known for all the wrong reasons—illegal drug trade, human trafficking, and high crime rates. It was nearly 250 kilometers away from Indore city and was cut off from the rest of the world. The roads were broken and full of potholes, and no trains went there. Only a few old buses made the difficult 10-hour journey, slowly crawling through damaged roads. Because of this, people here lived in isolation.

Poverty hung in the air like a heavy cloud. Most people survived by working on farms or in old mills, earning just enough to eat each day. The town had a few small government offices, but nothing more. The buildings looked tired and worn out. Bullock carts and three-wheeled rickshaws moved slowly along the dusty roads, adding to the town’s quiet sadness.

For Sonali, it felt like stepping back in time. Everything here was slow, old, and unfamiliar.

Before moving to this quiet, old-fashioned town, Sonali lived in busy Mumbai. She worked as an insurance advisor and was one of the best in her company. With her education and smart way of working, she quickly moved up in her job. When she left, she was already the assistant manager of her team.

But in this small and slow town, there weren’t any big companies or good job offers. Still, Sonali didn’t give up. Because of her skills, she found a way to work as a freelance risk analyst for a company based overseas. Her job gave her the freedom to work from home and spend more time with her loving husband and their little boy—something she didn’t get to do much in Mumbai.

Jay, her husband, is a simple and kind man in his early thirties. He and Sonali met at a family function and slowly fell in love. After five years of being together, they got married. Their son, Arul, is now in grade 1 and is the heart of their home.

Jay works as a supervisor for government contracts. He is honest and always follows the law. That honesty got him into trouble. He refused to approve some deals that didn’t follow the rules—deals pushed by clever, powerful businessmen in Mumbai. Angry at him, they made false complaints. His ministry gave in to pressure and suddenly transferred Jay to this faraway town, far from the city and everything they once knew.

Sonali was 29, and she stood out wherever she went.

With her glowing skin, graceful walk, and natural charm, she often became the center of attention without even trying. Her figure was striking—an hourglass shape that could easily rival any Bollywood star. She had full, firm 36D breasts that looked perfect on her slim body. Her waist was around 30 inches, and her hips curved beautifully at 34. Even after six years of marriage and having a child, Sonali’s body looked youthful and tight, her breasts still perky and well-shaped.

Back in Mumbai, she had often caught people staring—office coworkers sneaking quick glances, neighbors pretending not to look, even Jay’s friends sometimes lingering a little too long in their gaze. Some strangers on the street had even made bold, naughty comments when she passed by. Her fitted blouses and sarees often made her curves stand out even more, especially her chest, which always drew the most attention.

But even though she was admired by many, Sonali never gave anyone a reason to think they had a chance.

She was deeply in love with Jay. She was loyal, confident, and proud. Her beauty was matched by her strength and grace. That quiet strength made her even more attractive. It added a layer of pride and mystery, the kind that made most men admire from afar but think twice before saying anything disrespectful.

Sonali was not just sexy—she was powerful, and her love was something she gave only to one man.

Sonali didn’t want Jay to accept the transfer. She even offered to speak to his superiors herself. Moving to this slow, developing town was the last thing she wanted. One of her biggest worries was Arul’s future. She had always dreamed of giving their son the best education possible. In the old town, the colleges had fewer teachers, poor facilities, and hardly any activities. She knew Arul would miss out on a lot.

But Jay wasn’t the kind of man to stand up and fight back. Unlike other men his age, he wasn’t confident or bold when it came to dealing with authority. He simply accepted what was given to him.

Jay had always been quiet, kind, and hardworking. He followed rules strictly and never liked arguments or complaints. He was a workaholic—spending long hours at his job—and though his love for Sonali and Arul was deep.

This made Sonali feel helpless. She was stronger and more outspoken than Jay. And in her heart, she couldn’t understand how he could quietly agree to a transfer that would change their lives so much.

“Rekha, you can leave now. It’s almost 7:00 pm,” Sonali said gently. “Jay will be a little late today, so I’ll wait and have dinner with him.”

Before Rekha stepped out, Sonali added with a kind smile, “Take some food with you, please.”

Rekha had been working at Sonali’s house for the past six months, ever since Sonali and Jay moved into this small but cozy home in Jadpredesh. Rekha lived in a nearby slum and was the helping hand Sonali had desperately needed.

When they first arrived in this quiet town, life felt overwhelming. Sonali had to manage the household chores, take care of Arul, and handle her work too. It was too much. She and Jay had tried to find a reliable maid, but it wasn’t easy in a place like this. Jay even asked a few of his colleagues, but nothing worked out.

Then, At a small office function, they met a local builder who often tried to win government construction contracts. Both Sonali and Jay got a good impression of him. He seemed polite and trustworthy. When they told him about their maid problem, he promised to help.

Two weeks later, he introduced them to Rekha.

Since then, Rekha had become a part of their little world. She was kind, respectful, and especially loving toward Arul. Watching Rekha play with her son, Sonali often felt a soft smile forming on her lips. In a town full of dust and silence, Rekha brought a quiet kind of comfort—and that made Sonali feel just a little more at home.

Rekha always helped Sonali manage the house and take care of Arul. She stayed at home during the day, looking after Arul when Sonali had work outside. Sonali was kind to Rekha, not just because she was helpful, but because she came from a very poor background. Her husband didn’t work at all—he just drank alcohol all day and often argued with Rekha about money.

“This is how life is for most women in my area,” Rekha said one evening, as she chopped vegetables in the kitchen.
Sonali leaned on the counter and listened quietly. She had heard these stories before but hearing them again, so close to her own life now, made them feel heavier.

Rekha continued, “Every time there’s an election, the ward councilors come and promise us they’ll stop the drug dealers and give the women small jobs to earn something… but that’s only during elections. After that, they vanish. We only see them again when there’s another function or festival.”

Sonali gave a deep sigh. “It’s the sad truth in India, Rekha. We have to accept this, I guess.”

Rekha nodded. “Our women aren’t educated like you, madam. They believe the sweet words of politicians and vote for them. My husband and the other men—they follow those leaders for money and alcohol during election time.”
“That’s really sad,” Sonali said softly, feeling the weight of her maid’s pain.

“I’ll speak to Jay… maybe he can help your husband find some kind of job,” she added gently. She wasn’t sure it would change things, but she wanted to try.

“Thank you, madam,” Rekha said, her eyes shining a little. “You are very kind. I’ve been begging him to find work, but he just fights with me and shouts.”

“Don’t lose hope, Rekha,” Sonali said, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. “I’ll try to do something for you.”

This was the reality of politics in this forgotten town—less a system of governance, and more a tightly-run mafia. The majority of local politicians played a cunning game, manipulating the poor and uneducated for their own gain. Because Jadpredesh was so isolated from major cities, it had become easy for these power-hungry men—politicians, businessmen, and their allies—to control everything as they pleased.

Sonali understood all too well how this kind of politics worked. It was one of the reasons she and her beloved Jay had been forced to move to this dusty, neglected place. She had seen how things operated from the inside. If any government officer dared to go against the will of these local powers, no matter how talented or experienced they were, they would be punished—often with a sudden transfer to a place like this. That’s how Jay ended up here. They had no say in the matter.

Sonali felt frustrated, but she also knew she was helpless. This was just how the system worked. And like many others, they had no choice but to accept it… for now.

[Pvzro]

Wow looking for a very good built up story,superb writer with great imagination and skills


Keep posting Waiting ahead and with regular updates

[rajeshhyd]

good story

[Projectmp]

Amazing buildup. Looking forward for next update

[ricah43165]

Excited to see you back with another story! Fingers crossed this one gets the full treatment—unlike the last "North politics" one you abandoned midway.

[Sam15]

Nice story.

[behka]

interesting start

[Thilka]

R u going to finish North politics?

[ab123456123456]

  "I don't think I can buy any good clothes in this town, Jay," Sonali said, brushing her fingers along the hem of her plain cotton kurta. Her voice carried a soft pout, laced with quiet frustration. "This place feels like it’s been swallowed by time. It’s so old and dull… Can’t you see it?"

Jay leaned back against the worn wooden frame of the window, arms crossed, a slight smile on his lips. "See, babe... Not every town is Mumbai. That doesn’t mean they don’t have something for a pretty lady like you," 

  "Maybe you’re right," she murmured, folding her arms beneath her chest, "but this place feels stuck in the 19th century. Did you see how Rekha was dressed? Like she walked straight out of a slavery-era movie."

Jay's smile faded, just slightly. "Sonali... you’re getting too worked up. We have to adjust—at least until I get that transfer to Mumbai or Delhi." 
She noticed it instantly. That shift in his tone, the weariness behind his eyes. Jay had been under pressure lately, and she didn’t want to push him further. Her voice softened as she crossed the room and rested her hand gently on his chest.

"I know, babe..." she whispered. "We won’t be stuck here forever. I believe in you. You’ll make it happen—for me… and for Arul." Her words floated between them like a quiet promise.

  "But does that mean you won’t come shopping with me this Saturday?" she asked, raising her eyebrows with mock seriousness.
He sighed. "No, Sonali. I told you—I have to attend that media conference at the main house. It’s about the new development project in Bhadur Nagar. I can’t miss it."   

Bhadur Nagar is one of the poorest and most underdeveloped places in the region, located about 550 kilometers away from Jadpredesh. The only nearby town is Jadpredesh, which itself is not well connected. Bhadur Nagar sits on the edge of a rough, stormy sea and is surrounded by thick, wild forests. 

As part of a new government project, the central government has decided to build a hospital and a college in Bhadur Nagar. However, the road between Jadpredesh and Bhadur Nagar is in terrible shape—full of potholes, narrow paths, and broken bridges. It takes more than 24 hours to travel this distance, even by heavy-duty vehicles.

People in Jadpredesh were shocked when the local government announced this plan. Many believed that fixing the road should be the first step. If a proper road is built, it would take only a few hours to reach Bhadur Nagar, and life there would slowly start to improve.

However, some local politicians saw this as a chance to win votes in the upcoming election. They knew that starting a road project would take years to finish, and voters wouldn’t see results in time. Instead, they decided to build small, cheap buildings for a hospital and college. These could be finished quickly and proudly shown off as signs of progress—even if the road stayed broken. By opening these buildings before the election, they hoped to impress the people of this remote, struggling town and secure their votes.

"Oh… is this the one you wanted me to be the presenter for?" Sonali asked, looking at Jay with a bit of surprise.
"Yes, babe," Jay said with a gentle smile. "You know, the higher officials couldn’t find anyone local to present at the meeting. Even people from Indore and nearby cities didn’t want to come all the way here."
He stepped closer. "So… my boss, Mr. Thakur, asked about you."
Sonali nodded slowly. "He’s a kind man. I’ve spoken to him a few times. He seems like a gentleman."

Jay smiled. "Yes, he is."

"But Jay…" Sonali’s voice became serious. "I don’t feel right presenting at a meeting like that. The local government just wants to make a small project look big. They want to impress people just to win votes. I don’t want to be a part of something that feels fake. Please tell Mr. Thakur I’m sorry."
Jay’s smile faded. "I understand, babe. I already told him. But… he’s done a lot for us. Helped us when we moved here. This is his last request."

Sonali looked confused. "Last request? What do you mean?"

"Mr. Thakur is being transferred," Jay explained. "He’s leaving for Kashmir soon. This conference will be his last work here in Jadpredesh. The day after the meeting, he’ll be gone."

"Oh… I didn’t know that," Sonali said softly.

"We only found out yesterday," Jay replied.

"So… who will be your new boss?"

"Mr. Ravi. The deputy head of the department."

Sonali thought for a moment. Jay looked at her seriously.

"That’s why I asked you again," he said. "Please think about it. Mr. Thakur really respects you. He knows you’ve done a lot of presenting since college. It’s just for three or four hours. I’ll be there with you the whole time."

 "It would mean a lot to me, Sonali. I want my team and the builders, contractors to see the woman I’m so proud of—my smart and beautiful wife."
Sonali looked at him closely. She knew Jay wasn’t the type to show off. He was always calm and quiet, never looking for attention. He tried to stay away from stress or trouble and just wanted a peaceful life. Maybe that’s why some people thought he was a bit strange—like an educated man who didn’t fully understand the world. But Sonali knew better. She saw the kindness in him, the way he cared deeply.

Maybe, she thought, this wasn’t just about the meeting. Maybe Jay just wanted others to see who she really was.

She smiled softly. "Okay… I’ll think about it again, Jay. Don’t worry."

Sonali had always been one of the brightest stars during her college days. She had a natural charm and confidence that set her apart. Whether it was a college event or a university seminar, she was always the one standing in front—commanding the stage with grace, power, and that special sparkle in her eyes.

She quickly became a well-known presenter, not just in college but also during her time at university and later in the multinational company she worked for in Mumbai. Her slim, curvy figure, her elegant yet teasing sense of fashion, and the confidence in her voice made her presentations feel like magic. People didn’t just listen—they were drawn to her.

But Sonali wasn’t only a speaker. She was a dancer, too. Back in college, her dance performances were like poetry in motion. So much so that the university’s production team invited her to join their shows. Even some big media companies noticed her. A few even offered her chances to appear in famous TV commercials. They saw what everyone else did—her beauty, her energy, and the spark that made people remember her.
Though she was interested, her parents didn’t agree. They believed modeling and media weren’t the right path for their daughter, and Sonali, being respectful and loving, chose to listen to them.

Even after marriage, when she moved to Mumbai with Jay, the offers didn’t stop. Big media houses—companies that ran multi-million rupee ads—saw her potential as a model and dancer. They admired the way she moved, the way she carried herself, the way her presence turned heads.
But Jay, and especially his parents, had a clear boundary: no modeling, no acting.

And because she loved Jay with all her heart, she gave it all up. She folded that dream gently and tucked it away in the quiet corners of her heart. Not with regret, but with love—because, to her, Jay was worth more than any spotlight.

[Projectmp]

Nice update

[hotandluking]

nice start,continue.

[Pvzro]

Good going,nice to see a perfect narration

Keep posting!!!

[vishuvanathan]

Great start

[ab123456123456]

To everyone messaging me about North Politics:


Please stop sending messages asking about North Politics. These messages have led me to stop writing the story.
If the story caused you any inconvenience, I sincerely apologize.


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The next morning, Sonali sat at the small desk by the window, her eyes fixed on the screen of her laptop as she typed through emails. The soft clatter of footsteps behind her made her glance up for a moment.


"Madam..." Rekha said softly.

"Yes, Rekha?" Sonali replied without looking up, still scrolling through her inbox.

Rekha hesitated a little. "Did you check with Jay sir about a job for my husband?"

Sonali stopped typing and turned to look at her. "Oh, Rekha, I’m so sorry. I haven’t had the chance yet. Things have been a little busy lately," she said gently. "But please give me a few more days. I promise I’ll speak to him."

She paused, then added, “Actually, tomorrow there’s a media conference at the main house. It’s being organized by Jay’s office for the upcoming Bhadur Nagar development project. I’ve been invited to present, but I haven’t decided if I’m going yet. If I do, I’ll try to speak with his head of department. He’s a kind and understanding gentleman.”

Rekha’s face lit up with hope. "Thank you, madam. Life is getting really hard with just my salary. My son is studying well, and I want to give him a better future."

Sonali smiled warmly. “What grade is he in now?”

“Grade 5, madam,” Rekha said proudly.

“Oh, that’s a big boy already,” Sonali said with a soft laugh. “Before you leave today, remind me—I have something for him.”

“Thank you so much, madam,” Rekha said, her voice filled with gratitude. “Please do talk to Jay sir. And if possible, speak to his department head too. I feel like if my husband starts working, maybe… maybe his drinking will stop or at least get better.”

Sonali nodded, her expression serious now. “I understand, Rekha. I’ll speak with Jay tonight. And if I go to the conference tomorrow, I’ll definitely bring it up with his boss too.”

“Thank you again, madam. You’re always so kind,” Rekha said, bowing slightly.

Sonali gave her a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry. Let’s try to make something happen."

Sonali sat by the window, thinking of the conference and presenting and chewing her lip. Tomorrow’s media conference still felt like a stone in her shoe. All of Jay’s office crowd would be there—along with the builders and contractors who followed every job like stray dogs after a garbage truck.
She pictured those men and felt a tight knot in her stomach. Most of them were local contractors and builders—not hardworking professionals, but uneducated and clever in a sly way. They dressed carelessly, spoke loudly, and always acted like they knew everything. They bragged about their so-called “big deals” and talked about money like it was the only thing that mattered. They had no manners, no respect, and always looked at people like they were trying to figure out what they could gain. Sonali didn’t trust them. To her, they were the kind of men who could smile in front of you and cheat you behind your back. Sonali doubted half of them had even finished Grade 10. When a woman walked by, they let their eyes linger far too long, as if respect was a word they had never learned.

How can I stand on a stage and speak in front of that lot? she thought. They’ll stare, they’ll whisper, they’ll sneer. Yet another voice inside her answered, Rekha needs help—and Jay asked so sweetly.

Sonali sat quietly, thinking deeply. In her heart, she was caught between two promises—one to Rekha, and the other to Jay.

Rekha had asked her for help finding a job for her husband. And Jay, in his soft and honest way, had asked her to be the presenter at the conference. He was already tired and stressed with work, and Sonali didn’t want to trouble him with something extra. That’s why she hadn’t brought up Rekha’s request yet.

But it wasn’t just that.

Sonali didn’t trust Rekha’s husband. He was one of those rough, careless men from the slum—always drunk, always loud. If Jay helped him get a job in the department and something went wrong… like stealing or getting caught in some illegal mess, it would all fall back on Jay. His name, his job, his peace—it could all be at risk.

Still, every time Sonali looked into Rekha’s tired eyes, she found it hard to say no. She had already delayed giving an answer once. She didn’t want to hurt her again.

Sonali sighed. Her heart felt heavy. She wanted to do the right thing—but the right thing wasn’t so easy to find.

 She knew how his colleagues treated him. Jay was gentle, almost shy, and hated arguments. Some staff called him “coward Jay” behind his back.
 onali still remembered that evening clearly.

It was a farewell party for one of the senior officers in Jay’s department. The event was held in a small hall, decorated with simple lights and flower garlands. 

Jay had brought her along for the first time. He looked a bit nervous, but he introduced her politely to a few of his coworkers who were in the same grade as him. 

Sonali smiled warmly and greeted them with confidence. After a short chat, she walked over to the other side of the hall where a few of the officers’ wives were sitting and chatting with some drinks in their hands.

Just as she was stepping away, she heard something—quiet, but sharp.

One officer leaned in and whispered to another, “So this is the reason coward Jay never brings his wife to parties.”

The other officers burst into quiet laughter, covering their mouths, pretending to hide it.

Sonali’s heart sank for a moment. She didn’t turn around. She kept walking, holding her head high, but deep inside, it stung. They didn’t know how kind Jay really was. They only saw his quiet nature and made fun of it.

That memory stayed with her. And now, thinking about the media conference, it gave her one more reason to say yes.
Maybe it was time they saw the real Jay—through her.

Tomorrow’s conference could change that. If she walked to the podium—strong voice, steady eyes—those same men would see Jay in a new light: not a timid officer, but a man with a smart, confident wife who believed in him. And after her speech, she could pull Mr. Thakur—or Mr. Ravi if the change came sooner—aside and speak for Rekha. Two birds, one stone.

Sonali closed her laptop and exhaled. I don’t trust those builders, she admitted to herself. But I trust Jay. And he trusts me.

With that, she made her choice. Tomorrow she would stand on that stage—not for the builders, not even for the project, but for Jay, for Rekha, and for the quiet pride she carried inside.

  Sonali took a deep breath and whispered to herself, “Okay, Sonali… you’re going to the event. You’ll help Rekha, and you’ll protect your loving Jay’s pride.” A small smile appeared on her face. The decision was made.

A few minutes later, she picked up her handbag and got ready to go to the beauty parlour—a place she visited every two weeks, no matter how busy life got. Looking neat and perfect was never a choice for Sonali—it was part of who she was. She always kept herself well-groomed, carried herself with elegance, and followed a routine that most women in Jadpredesh had never even heard of.

Her body stayed in perfect shape thanks to a mix of clean eating and regular yoga. Even though it was hard to find organic food in this dusky little town, she did her best. Most people here didn’t even know what “organic” meant. So she often reminded Rekha to buy vegetables from sellers she personally trusted—just to keep some level of quality in their diets.

Sonali never touched soft drinks, liquor, or fast food. Her meals were usually light and healthy—vegetable soups, fresh salads, egg omelets, grilled chicken or fish, and fruit juices she made herself. And no matter how busy her day was, she always made time for her 20-minute yoga session. Every three days, she even danced at home—something that helped her stay fit and feel alive.

Cleanliness and self-care were more than just habits for Sonali—they were part of her identity, something she carried with quiet pride. Back in Mumbai, her glowing skin, smooth grooming, and soft elegance were normal. Women there shared the same routines, the same love for beauty and balance. But here in Jadpredesh, it was different. Life moved slower. The women here were kind, but most didn’t think about such things. They were busy with homes, children, and daily struggles.

Sonali never judged them. But without meaning to, she stood out—like a delicate lotus blooming in the middle of a muddy pond.

Sonali always paid close attention to her hygiene, and regular shaving was one of her key self-care routines. Because of this, her armpits remained milky white and perfectly clean—something rarely seen in a town like Jadpredesh. Since moving here, she had almost completely stopped wearing sleeveless tops and had never worn knee-length skirts. She knew that if she ever stepped out in such clothes, people in this uneducated, remote area would be shocked by the glow of her skin and the fresh, flawless look she carried without effort.  

Her glowing skin, polished look, and fresh floral perfume—soft notes of strawberry mixed with rose—were completely unknown in this town.

[rp7575]

Welcome bro thank you from new story i wish that story also going great... by the way we are great fan of your previous story

[Pvzro]

Great way in posting episodes,love the blend and the way the story is moving

Congratulations for a very good story erotic with some armpits stuffs ,excited for the erotic episodes 

Keep posting

[Blackdick11]

welcome back, Bro! really missed you and your awesome writing.

[Pvzro]

Hi to the writer


Amazing writing good show going on

Requesting to keep posting regularly to keep the story alive as it is almost 5 days passed since last update 

Thanks and regards

[raja shri]

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[RANA ROY]

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