Chapter 1: The Unwanted Temptation
Javeria, a 25-year-old woman with a curvaceous, chubby frame, fair skin, and an alluring presence, sat on the plush sofa in their dimly lit living room. Her big breasts and rounded hips were barely contained by the tight kurta she wore, a choice that always drove her boyfriend, Usman, wild. Usman, also 25, was a muscular man with a commanding aura, his chiseled jaw and intense eyes often making her heart race. But tonight, something in his gaze unsettled her.
‘Javeria, meri jaan, main chahta hoon ke tum mere dostوں ke saath thoda maza karo,’ Usman said, his voice low and suggestive as he leaned closer, his hand resting on her thick thigh.
Javeria’s eyes widened, her full lips parting in shock. ‘Kya bakwas kar rahe ho, Usman? Main koi aisi larki nahi hoon! Tumhe sharam nahi aati aisa sochne mein bhi?’ Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. She pushed his hand away, her fair cheeks flushing with anger.
Usman smirked, unfazed. ‘Arre, relax karo. Bas thoda sa fun hai. Mere dost, Ali aur Hamza, abhi aate hain. Tum bas unke saath thoda waqt guzaro.’
‘Tum pagal ho gaye ho!’ Javeria snapped, standing up, her voluptuous body swaying with the movement. ‘Main yeh nahi karungi. Aur tum mujhe force nahi kar sakte!’
Before she could storm off, the door opened, and Ali and Hamza walked in, their grins wide and predatory. Usman gave them a nod, ignoring Javeria’s protests. ‘Yeh dekho, meri jaan. Yeh dono tumhe bohat pasand karenge.’
‘Usman, yeh kya tamasha hai? Main nahi chahti yeh sab!’ Javeria’s voice trembled with a mix of fury and fear as Ali and Hamza approached her. Ali, tall and lean, grabbed her wrist with a sly smile. ‘Arre, Javeria, itna gussa kyun? Hum toh bas thoda pyar dikhana chahte hain.’
‘Hath chhodo mera!’ she hissed, trying to yank her arm free, but Hamza, broader and rougher, stepped behind her, his hands gripping her wide hips. ‘Yeh dekho, kitni soft hai,’ he chuckled, pulling her back against his chest.
‘Usman, yeh dekho! Tum kuch kyun nahi bol rahe? Yeh kya ho raha hai?’ Javeria’s voice cracked as she glared at her boyfriend, who sat back on the couch, watching with a dark, unreadable expression.
‘Bas, Javeria, enjoy karo. Yeh sab tere liye hi hai,’ Usman replied coldly, his eyes glinting with something twisted.
Ali’s hand slid up her arm to her shoulder, pushing her kurta strap down as Hamza’s grip tightened on her hips, forcing her to sit on his lap. ‘Yeh dekho, kitni garmi hai ismein,’ Ali murmured, his breath hot against her neck as he pressed a rough kiss there, his teeth grazing her skin.
‘Bas karo! Mujhe chhodo!’ Javeria struggled, her voice a mix of anger and desperation, but their hands were relentless. Hamza’s fingers dug into her thick thighs, spreading them slightly as he growled, ‘Itna shor mat karo, hum toh bas shuru hue hain.’
Her kurta was tugged down further, exposing more of her fair, soft skin, her heavy breasts heaving with each ragged breath. She twisted in their grip, her eyes darting to Usman. ‘Tumhe kuch sharam hai ya nahi? Yeh sab dekh rahe ho aur chup ho?’
Usman leaned forward, his smirk widening. ‘Main toh bas enjoy kar raha hoon, meri jaan. Tum bhi karo.’
Ali’s lips crashed against hers, hard and demanding, while Hamza’s hands roamed over her ass, squeezing roughly. Her protests were muffled against Ali’s mouth, her body trembling with discomfort and rage. She could feel their arousal pressing against her, their hard cocks evident through their jeans, and it made her stomach churn.
As Hamza’s hand slid under her kurta, brushing against her inner thigh, dangerously close to her pussy, Javeria’s breath hitched. She was sweating now, her fair skin glistening under the dim light, her chest rising and falling rapidly. ‘Yeh galat hai… please, bas karo,’ she whispered, her voice breaking.
But they didn’t stop. Ali’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the thin fabric, while Hamza’s fingers teased higher, making her squirm. She was wet despite herself, her body betraying her mind, and the realization made her cheeks burn with shame.
‘Dekho, yeh toh already horny ho rahi hai,’ Hamza laughed, his voice dripping with mockery as he felt her heat. Javeria bit her lip, a mix of anger and unwanted arousal coursing through her, her body panting under their touch.
The air was thick with tension, the room charged with a dangerous energy as their hands grew bolder, their intentions clear. Javeria’s mind raced, her body caught between resistance and the inevitable, as Usman watched, his gaze hungry and unapologetic. The night was only beginning, and she knew there was no escape from what was coming next.
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