Adultery Beneath Modesty

[Zoz34]

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Kinza Gilani sat in the workshop of Studio Lotus, an architectural firm in Delhi where she was interning. She knew this place could shape her career, and the people around her were kind. Eight more months maybe she would get a placement here.

At 24, Kinaza was full of dreams. This internship was her stepping stone, the gateway to a future she had carefully envisioned. The people around her kind, professional, made the atmosphere comfortable.


Her routine grounded her: her early morning walk followed by yoga to maintain balance between discipline and health.
Her body was fit not sculpted like a gym girl’s, but naturally toned, with gentle curves that stirred a quiet awareness in those who glanced her way.

Each day she went to the firm, learned new things, and returned home. Sneha, a colleague, had already become a close friend. Outside work, Kinza lived simply, praying at least three times a day. In recent years, her faith had deepened she had begun wearing the  modest dress and veil,often prayed for forgiveness.

She thought of her past, of the two boyfriends she once had one in college, another in college. She knew now it was wrong, yet she reassured herself: heaven is for sinners who repent.

And in this modest, steady life, Kinza was happy.

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Kinaza continued working, her mood unusually light today.A small smile played on her lips, an echo of satisfaction at having finished a particularly challenging section of the design.

Then, through the corner of her eye, she saw him.Vikram Sood.An arrogant smirk rested on his face as he sauntered by, his eyes deliberately meeting hers.He was tall, well-built, exuding an irritating confidence that seemed to fill the room with its presence.

Her heart sank for a moment.
The reason was clear.

A month ago, she had overheard him carelessly muttering a slur under his breath.
"**lli,” the word had landed in her ears like a slap a vulgar insult aimed at women like her.
An insult she would never forget.



Her eyes sharpened, cutting through the air as she shot him a cold, angry look.
Vikram’s smirk only widened, almost mocking.
Without a word, Kinaza turned back to her work, focusing harder, as if trying to bury the surge of indignation.

A little while later, footsteps approached her desk.

“Kinaza,” Mr. Sinha’s voice was polite, measured.
She looked up, her expression brightening at first.

“I have a new assignment for you,” he said.
Her heart lifted.
The Sion project prestigious, important.
This was the kind of work that could set her apart.

But then Mr. Sinha added, almost as an afterthought,“The team will be led by… Khanna Sir.”
A small shadow crossed her joy.

As Mr. Sinha turned to leave, Kinaza noticed his path crossed Vikram’s.
Her ears sharpened without intention, picking up fragments of their conversation.

“…Yeah, Sion project. Khanna Sir’s leading, and of course, Vikram Sood will be part of it.”

Vikram’s smirk seemed even more insolent now, as if he knew exactly how this news would unsettle her.Her fingers tightened around her pen.

They were now bound to work together.
And the thought made her pulse throb with silent, burning resentment

[Roxrix11]

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[Zoz34]

For the first few days of the Sion project, Kinaza had managed well enough keeping her head low, her eyes on the blueprints, and her words clipped whenever Vikram was around.He, of course, was the opposite. A charmer, always flanked by two or three female interns who giggled at his easy jokes.But Kinaza knew the truth behind that polished smile: a bigot, a misogynist, an arrogant prick.
By Friday evening, exhaustion tugged at her body, but she sat glued to her laptop, editing elevations.She didn’t even hear him approach.
Vikram:“So focused… so determined. Careful, Kinza, too much stress will spoil your health… and that pretty face.”His smirk lingered, eyes glinting with mischief.
Kinaza:“Don’t disturb me.”She didn’t look up, her fingers hitting the keys harder than before.
Vikram:“Why are you always so grumpy?”
Kinaza:“What do you want?”
Vikram:“Can’t I just say hi to my beautiful colleague?”
Kinaza:“If you don’t have anything productive to say, don’t bother me.”
Vikram:“So rude… I only wanted to spend a little time with you.”
That made her snap her head up, eyes burning.
Kinaza:“I don’t want to spend even a second with an arrogant prick like you.”
Instead of being offended, Vikram chuckled softly, his smirk widening.
Vikram:“So insensitive, our Kinza. But looks like fate has other plans. Tomorrow… Gurgaon. Just you and me. Khanna Sir’s orders.”
For a moment, she froze, her mouth falling open. A whole day… with him?It felt like torture wrapped in inevitability.As soon as he walked away, smug and satisfied, she marched to Khanna Sir’s cabin, gathering her courage. But before she could even begin, he looked up from his desk.
Khanna Sir:“Good, Kinza. Tomorrow you’ll be going to Gurgaon with Vikram. Everything’s set.”
Her lips parted, but no protest came out.The decision had already been made.


Next morning 
The morning sun hung pale in the Delhi sky as Kinaza adjusted the folds of her pink hijjaab.Her outfit was modest loose shirt, straight pants yet her body betrayed her modesty.The soft round curve of her peach-shaped ass refused to be hidden, the fabric clinging just enough to make its presence known.

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Vikram was already waiting under the office building, leaning casually against his car, phone in hand.She wanted to refuse, to demand another arrangement, but the decision wasn’t hers.Khanna Sir’s orders left her no choice.

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The drive to Gurgaon stretched long.Kinaza stared out the window, fingers gripping her bag tightly.Vikram, of course, didn’t stop talking little jokes, stories, remarks aimed at her.He was animated, charming even, but to her, every word was like sandpaper.She answered in clipped tones, her face calm, hiding the irritation bubbling inside.
By the time their work wrapped up in the evening, fatigue pressed on her shoulders.But Vikram’s energy remained, his voice filling the car again as they drove back.She ignored him, gazing at the fading sky, silently praying for the ride to end.

Finally, they pulled up outside her home.Relief washed over her as she stepped out, mumbling a polite “thanks.”But once inside, she realized her phone was missing. she must have left it in his car. she borrowed her ammi’s phone and dialed his number.Within minutes, the familiar sound of his car horn echoed outside.
She came out, Her voice was low, reluctant.
“Sorry… I troubled you. I left my phone.”
Vikram grinned, holding it out of reach for just a second.
Vikram:“So silly you are, Kinza. Always clumsy.”

Her eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.As she reached to snatch the phone, a sharp ping cut through the air.Her screen lit up in his hand.
A Reddit notification.
Bold letters across it: “Am I breedable?” a post from r/IndianGoneWild
Time froze.Her breath caught, heat rising to her cheeks as her eyes darted to the screen, then back to his smirking face.Vikram’s lips curled into the slowest, cruelest smile.
Vikram:“Interesting…”
She grabbed the phone, her fingers trembling, and almost ran back inside without another word.Her heart pounded, shame and fury clashing in her chest.




“Stupid… stupid!” Kinaza hissed under her breath, pacing in the dim light of her room.
Of all people, she had to get caught by him. Vikram Sood.That arrogant prick.

Her heart thudded painfully as she replayed the moment again and again the smirk on his lips, the cruel glint in his eyes when that Reddit notification flashed.
She had been so careful all this time. Her life was supposed to be disciplined, modest, guided by prayer and repentance.But she was also a woman.A woman with desire.
Since her last boyfriend in college, she hadn’t been with anyone. Not even close. Her attempts at modesty, her return to religious discipline it was all supposed to silence those cravings. For a while, it worked.But lately, her body had betrayed her.At 24, with youth humming through her veins, she ached with hunger she could no longer deny.

First, it was books cheap smutty novels read in secret.Then porn, sparingly, when the urges grew too strong.But three weeks ago, she had discovered Reddit’s darker corners.That world was something else.Racy. Kinky. Addictive.There, she had found couples posting blurred yet obscene videos, singles flaunting themselves, strangers leaving filthy remarks in the comments.And it hooked her instantly.
 two days agoThe glow of her phone screen lit up her face as she scrolled. Then she found it a video that stopped her breath.
A woman knelt on the floor, face blurred but body trembling with hunger.Her lips stretched wide around a fat, veiny cock thick and wet, shining with spit.The man gripped her hair, thrusting slowly at first, then deeper, making her throat bulge as she gagged softly.The mic picked up everything slurp… schluck… gluck obscene sounds echoing as if the phone itself was wet.
Kinaza’s eyes widened.
The woman sucked like she would die without that cock, drool spilling down her chin, strings of saliva clinging as she pulled back before plunging her mouth again.Precum leaked constantly, pooling at the corners of her lips, glistening like pearly slime smeared across her mouth.The camera zoomed in her lips shining, her throat convulsing, the cock twitching heavy against her tongue.
Kinaza’s thighs squeezed tight.Her fingers slipped inside her pajama bottoms before she even realized it.One hand holding the phone, the other rubbing her fat clit in frantic circles.
“Hhh…” she gasped, her breath ragged as the woman on screen gagged again, spit bubbles foaming.The man groaned, hips thrusting rougher, making his cock piston in and out of the woman’s messy, dripping mouth.
Kinaza’s hips bucked against her own hand.Her wet pussy was soaking her fingers now, squelching as she rubbed harder, faster.
Then the camera caught it thick strings of precum drooling from the cockhead as the woman smeared it all over her lips, licking it back up with feverish hunger.
It was too much.Kinaza’s body tensed, eyes glued to the screen as she rubbed furiously, clit throbbing under her touch.With a muffled cry into her pillow, she came hard pussy clenching, juices spilling as her body trembled with the forbidden release.

It must have been then, in her haze, that she had tapped the wrong button.
Notifications left on.A single mistake.And today… Vikram had seen.Her chest tightened, a knot of shame and panic.“ya *""""***” she whispered, pressing th
e phone to her chest.How would she face him tomorrow?

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[Zoz34]

The next morning, Kinza walked into the meeting room, She avoided his gaze, settling quickly into her seat.The entire day, her nerves were tight, expecting a jab, a sly whisper, a mocking taunt about that notification. But…nothing came. He worked as usual, joked with others, barely spoke to her.Maybe he didn’t see it fully… maybe he didn’t realize.


That night she made a vow.She deleted Reddit.She unfollowed the smutty reels.She promised herself she would never let lust steer her again.For five days, she held strong.Prayers, discipline, work.Her body still ached sometimes, but she shut it out.

Until Friday.


That afternoon at the office, she noticed a small crowd gathering around Vikram’s desk. He was flexing his arm, showing off his pumped biceps to Neha and another intern. His shirt sleeves strained against the muscle, veins roping down toward his wrist.Kinza felt the familiar sting of irritation. So arrogant… such a show-off.

Vikram: “Kinza, why don’t you come take a look? See how strong my biceps are.”
He smirked, voice deliberately louder than necessary.

She rolled her eyes sharply.
Kinza: “I have no intention of doing such things.”

Neha giggled, running her fingers along Vikram’s arm.
Vikram tilted his head, gaze flicking toward Kinza.
Vikram: “Don’t you think it’s big and strong? Every part of my body, actually.”

Neha burst into laughter, swatting his arm playfully.Kinza exhaled harshly, burying her attention in her sketches. But her eyes, against her will, had lingered for that half-second. His biceps really were thick, round, hard.


That night, she tossed restlessly in bed.Every reel she scrolled past seemed worse  sweaty gym hunks, thirst traps, veins bulging on forearms, abs gleaming with oil. Her mind betrayed her, flashing Vikram’s flexing bicep, the way his shirt clung to his chest. Would he have abs? A broad chest? … a big cock?

“No…” she hissed into the dark, clutching her blanket. Stop it, Kinza. Stop.But desire was coiling in her belly like a snake refusing to sleep.By 11:45 p.m., she was wide awake, pulsing with hunger.Her phone felt heavy on her nightstand, daring her.Her lips trembled. She caved.

Reddit reinstalled.A few quick searches.

And suddenly her screen was alive with filth.A muscular man, his abs ridged and chest gleaming, was hammering into a curvy woman on all fours. Her ass shook with each brutal thrust, her moans sharp, body bouncing under the sheer force of him.

Kinza’s breath grew shallow. Her thighs pressed tight together, heat flooding between them.
****… forgive me… she whispered, even as her finger slid under the hem of her pajama pants.Her hand moved almost of its own accord, sliding down the soft fabric of her nightshirt. The touch was feather-light at first a question, an exploration —and it sent a fresh flare of heat through her ribs. No, not now, she told herself, jerking her chin as if that small motion might chase the feeling away.

But the images on the screen were vivid, relentless. A low, sultry voice seemed to whisper from the phone: promises of being wanted, of being taken of feeling cherished and wild all at once. Her fingers continued their downward path, and her breath hitched.This isn’t right,she thought, but the protest was thin and distant. The more she tried to smother the urge, the louder it became, rolling through her like surf slamming a cliff impossible to stop, only to withstand until the next swell.She pictured him: the curve of Vikram’s bicep, the way his shirt clung to a chest, the arrogant smirk that had already humiliated her once. The thought of his hands strong, sure on her skin added a dangerous, thrilling edge to the shame.

Her phone played on. On the screen the couple fucked: the click of bodies, a wet rhythm, breaths and small animal noises that seemed too intimate, too loud in the small room. Kinza bit her lower lip until the taste of metal filled her mouth, trying to steady herself.


Frustration pushed her up from the bed, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. She pulled the curtain halfway, letting a dark strip of shadow cut across the room. With trembling hands, she locked the door. In the dim hush, her eyes fell to her own body the soft swell of her breasts straining against the fabric, nipples pressing through as if begging to be freed.

Her fingers slid under the hem of her t-shirt, tugging it over her head. Thapp! her heavy boobs bounced loose inside the bra, full, round, obscene. She unclasped the hooks, and with a sigh the bra slipped away, spilling out her naked flesh. Big, dusky areolas stared back at her in the gloom, nipples already hard. She cupped them in both palms, lifting and squeezing, whispering to herself with a shaky, filthy smile.
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"Too big, huh… which poor soul’s thirst will you end up drenching"

Her thumbs brushed the tips; a jolt of heat ran down her thighs. She crawled back onto the bed, breath hitching, and wriggled out of her loose night trousers. Her creamy thighs parted, thick and smooth, the fabric of her panties already dark and sticky with her arousal. Her trembling fingers traced the damp outline, teasing, circling the swollen nub beneath. A gasp slipped out.

Slowly, she pulled the panties down, baring her wet slit to the dark room. Her legs opened wider, shameless now, knees bent, heels pressing into the sheets. One hand circled lazy strokes over her clit, the other gripping her phone.

A post glowed on Reddit some slut fingering herself inside an office washroom stall, biting her lip, legs spread over the commode.Kinaza’s throat went dry. Her own finger slid between her folds, wetness coating her instantly. She pushed her index finger inside slow at first, testing, feeling her walls clench tight around it then faster, curling, stroking, greedier with every thrust. The wet sounds filled the room.

Her phone tilted against a pillow, the video flickering in the dark. Kinaza arched her back, biting her lips hard, shoving her face into the pillow to muffle any moan. Her other hand tugged at her mound, pressing, dragging her clit back and forth in tight, messy circles.

“Hhhnnhh…” a muffled cry slipped into the fabric.

Her nipples begged for attention; she grabbed one boob, twisted the peak roughly between her fingers, pleasure stabbing through her chest and belly. Her hips rocked up to meet her thrusting hand, desperate, the bed creaking under her movements.

Her pussy was soaking now, slick warmth spreading under her. Fingers plunged deeper, rougher, while the heel of her hand ground against her clit. She couldn’t stop. Couldn’t slow down. It was automatic, filthy, needy.

Her thighs quivered, her stomach knotted heat building and building until it broke, messy, wet climax tearing through her body. She writhed against her own hand, muffled moans strangled into the pillow, cunt gushing around her fingers.

 The comments were filthy, cheering her on, calling her a slut for showing herself off.Kinaza’s thighs pressed together, trembling. Her pussy throbbed, slick and aching. What if it was me? The thought slithered in before she could stop it. Her finger circled harder on her clit as she imagined it standing in the Studio Lotus washroom, the cold tiles under her feet, her dupatta cast aside, panties pushed down, her hand shamelessly working between her thighs while colleagues passed outside.Her breaths turned ragged, her strokes faster, wetter. The room disappeared around her in her mind, she was in that office bathroom, door unlocked, heart pounding.Then, as if summoned by her own dirty guilt, Vikram appeared in the fantasy. Tall, broad, cocky suddenly kneeling in front of her, his strong hands grabbing her thighs, spreading them wider, his face burying into her dripping pussy without hesitation.

“Ohhhh…!" Kinaza gasped aloud, hips jerking up.

She felt his stubble scbanging her inner thighs, his hot tongue lapping at her folds, sucking her clit with greedy slurps. She bucked into the image, fingering herself harder, faster, as if matching his rhythm. The shame made it hotter, unbearable. Her body shook, back arching off the bed, her moans breaking free.

“Aaahhh— haaahhh— ohhhhhh!”

Her climax ripped through her, raw and unstoppable. She came so hard her wetness spilled out, fingers coated, thighs trembling uncontrollably. She didn’t even care if her parents in the next room heard her muffled cries; the orgasm tore through her body like fire, her voice betraying her.

Collapsing back into the pillow, chest heaving, she clutched her soaked hand to her lips, tears pricking her eyes. Shame clawed at her immediately. Asta*****ah… yeh kya kar diya maine…But her pussy still pulsed, twitching, begging for 
more even as she whispered desperate prayers for forgiveness.

[Mafiadon]

Just superb and blockbuster story. Please don't hurry up for early sex encounter. Let there be slow and steady seduction and use of double meaning naughty conversations.

[Kartik69]

Really extraordinary and interesting writing.

[Kartik69]

MafiadonJust superb and blockbuster story. Please don't hurry up for early sex encounter. Let there be slow and steady seduction and use of double meaning naughty conversations.     


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