Afshaan’s apartment was filled with the soft glow of the lamplight, casting long shadows on the walls as she sat huddled on the couch, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. On the other end of the line was Mehsen, his voice a soothing balm to her restless heart.
“I miss you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mehsen’s laugh was warm and rich, a sound that never failed to make her heart flutter. “I miss you too, Afshaan. How are you holding up?”
She shrugged, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m managing. It’s lonely here without you.”
Mehsen’s voice softened. “I know it’s hard, but I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back. In the meantime, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind if Shakeel checked in on you from time to time.”
Afshaan’s brow furrowed. “Shakeel? Why?”
Mehsen chuckled. “He’s my friend and colleague. And he’s been asking about you. I thought it would be a good idea for him to keep an eye on you while I’m away.”
Afshaan couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Shakeel was a nice enough guy, but he had a tendency to stare at her in a way that made her uncomfortable. She had always suspected that he had a bit of a crush on her, but she had never encouraged it.
“Fine,” she said finally. “But only if he promises to keep his distance.”
Mehsen laughed again. “I’ll let him know. Now, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Afshaan nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Mehsen replied, before hanging up.
Afshaan sighed, setting her phone down on the coffee table. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for Mehsen’s warm embrace. It had been too long since they had been together, and she missed him more than she cared to admit.
A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. She stood up, smoothing down her skirt as she made her way to the door. She opened it to find Shakeel standing on the other side, a sheepish grin on his face.
“Hey, Afshaan,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Mehsen asked me to check on you.”
Afshaan raised an eyebrow. “He did, did he?”
Shakeel nodded. “Yeah. He said you might be feeling a little lonely.”
Afshaan couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m fine, Shakeel. Really. I don’t need anyone to check on me.”
Shakeel’s gaze lingered on her body, taking in the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Afshaan felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, annoyed by his blatant ogling.
“You know, you really do look like Bipasha Basu,” he said, his voice soft and admiring.
Afshaan rolled her eyes. “Please. Don’t start with that again.”
Shakeel held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry. I just can’t help but notice. You’re a very beautiful woman, Afshaan.”
Afshaan couldn’t help but feel a little flattered by his compliment, despite her annoyance. She had always been confident in her looks, but it was nice to hear someone else acknowledge it.
“Thank you,” she said finally. “But I’m still not interested in anything more than a friendly visit.”
Shakeel nodded, his gaze still fixed on her body. Afshaan couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
“I understand,” he said finally. “I’ll let you get back to your night. But before I go, I wanted to send you something.”
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his photos before settling on one. He handed it to Afshaan, who looked down to see a picture of Kelly Brooks, topless and seductive.
Afshaan’s eyes widened in surprise. “What is this?”
Shakeel shrugged, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I just thought you might like to see it. You know, since you look so much like her and all.”
Afshaan couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a hopeless case, Shakeel. A boob maniac and a butt-obsessed buffoon.”
Shakeel grinned, unoffended by her jests. “Guilty as charged. But I can’t help it. You’re just so damn beautiful, Afshaan.”
Afshaan couldn’t help but feel a little flattered by his words, despite her reservations. She had always known that Shakeel had a crush on her, but she had never encouraged it. She wasn’t interested in leading him on, but she couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through her chest at his words.
“Thank you, Shakeel,” she said finally. “I appreciate the compliment. But I’m still not interested in anything more than a friendly visit.”
Shakeel nodded, his gaze still fixed on her body. Afshaan couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under his scrutiny.
“I understand,” he said finally. “I’ll let you get back to your night. But before I go, I wanted to ask you something.”
Afshaan raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
Shakeel took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. “I was wondering if you might want to meet me at my office tomorrow. It would be strictly professional, I promise. I just need to go over some work stuff with you.”
Afshaan hesitated, unsure of what to say. She didn’t want to give Shakeel the wrong idea, but she also didn’t want to be rude.
“Okay,” she said finally. “I’ll meet you there tomorrow.”
Shakeel’s face broke out into a grin. “Great. I’ll see you then. And Afshaan?”
She looked up, her eyes meeting his. “Yes?”
Shakeel’s gaze was intense, his voice low and gravelly. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
Afshaan nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about their meeting tomorrow. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that spread through her chest.
The rest of the night passed in a blur, Afshaan’s mind filled with thoughts of Shakeel and their meeting tomorrow. She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on Mehsen and their love. But she couldn’t deny the pull she felt towards Shakeel, the attraction that simmered just below the surface.
The next day, Afshaan made her way to Shakeel’s office, her heart pounding in her chest. She had decided to wear a sexy Punjabi dress, one that highlighted her curves and attracted the attention of every man she passed by. She wasn’t trying to seduce Shakeel, but she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt at the thought of him seeing her in it.
When she arrived at his office, Shakeel was waiting for her, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Afshaan couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze, but she held her head high, unafraid of his reaction.
“Afshaan,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “You look stunning.”
Afshaan smiled, feeling a little flattered by his words. “Thank you, Shakeel. I thought it would be appropriate for the occasion.”
Shakeel nodded, his gaze still fixed on her body. Afshaan couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable under his scrutiny, but she held her ground, unafraid of his attraction.
As they worked, their conversation became more explicit, their flirtatious banter growing more and more intense. Shakeel sent Afshaan pictures of Bipasha Basu, telling her that she looked just like the actress. Afshaan thanked him for the compliment, unaware of Shakeel’s growing affection for her.
One night, Shakeel sent Afshaan a topless picture of Kelly Brooks, telling her that her breasts looked the same. Afshaan was taken aback but couldn’t deny the resemblance. She thanked Shakeel for the praise, still clueless about his true feelings.
As the nights went by, Afshaan found herself enjoying Shakeel’s company more and more. She appreciated his witty humor and playful banter, finding herself drawn to him despite her reservations. However, she was still committed to Mehsen and didn’t want to cross any boundaries.
Meanwhile, Shakeel’s feelings for Afshaan had grown stronger. He could no longer deny his attraction to her, his desire for her growing more and more intense. He asked Afshaan to meet him at his office, promising that it would be strictly professional.
Afshaan hesitated but eventually agreed. She wore a sexy Punjabi dress that highlighted her curves and attracted the attention of every man she passed by.
At the office, Shakeel was overwhelmed by Afshaan’s beauty. He confessed his love for her, but Afshaan remained firm in her commitment to Mehsen.
As Shakeel tried to console himself, Afshaan couldn’t help but feel a little flattered by his confession. She told him that she understood his emotions but couldn’t reciprocate them.
As they talked, their conversation became more intimate. They kissed passionately, and Shakeel began to fondle Afshaan’s body.
Afshaan stopped him, reminding him of her commitment to Mehsen. But Shakeel pleaded with her, asking her to let him see her breasts just once. He promised that it would be the only time.
Afshaan, seeing the tears in Shakeel’s eyes, relented. She allowed him to open her dress and bra, revealing her shapely breasts.
Shakeel was astonished by their beauty. Afshaan smiled seductively, enjoying the power she held over him. She let him suck on her breasts, relishing in the pleasure she was giving him. Little did she know that this was just the beginning of their forbidden affair.
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